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“I have no idea when he’ll be back, sorry.”

“Another time, baby boy. It’s been fun.”

Cal and I head into the hall to put our shoes on.

“You said we’d talk about when we can meet up next,” Blake says as he leans against the wall, watching us.

“Do you have much work lined up next week?” Cal asks.

“I’ve got four shoots. One every day but Wednesday.” He grimaces. “A couple of them have early starts.”

“Come to mine on Tuesday evening.” Cal says. “We can have our sleepover then.”

“Sleepover?” I say, arching an eyebrow. “Are we twelve now?”

Cal starts to laugh but quickly quiets himself. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. Tuesday sounds good. Tell your brothers they’re not allowed to hijack your evening with us a second time.”

“I will,” Blake promises.

“I want you to try out the anal plug tomorrow,” Cal says.

“I will, Sir.”

“Send us a photo of it in your arse.”

Blake grins. “Yes, Sir.”

Cal pulls Blake to him, using both hands to squeeze our boy’s arse. “At some point very soon, I’m going to fuck you, fill you with my cum, and plug you up.”

Blake whimpers and presses his forehead to Cal’s broad chest. “That sounds amazing, Sir.”

Cal dips his lips to Blake’s ear. “And if you’re really lucky, Gabe will do the same. Then you’ll have both our cum inside you.”

Blake shivers visibly. “This isn’t fair, Sir,” he whispers. “You’re turning me on.”

“Am I?” Cal asks innocently. He kisses the top of Blake’s head. “Sweet dreams, princess.”

We each take a turn to kiss our boy, and then we head out the door.

We walk in silence to start with, shoulder to shoulder and holding hands. It feels natural and right to have my best friend as one of my lovers.

“Do you want to come back to mine?” Cal asks once we arrive at the station.

“Not tonight.” I lean against his chest. “I think we should wait for our boy this time.”

“Works for me.” He strokes my cheek. “I’m glad we found Blake. Finding him helped us find each other.”

I smile. “Me too.” I turn my face into his hand and kiss his palm.

The train pulls up to the platform, and we get on. We hold hands on the train, both staring out the window opposite at the darkness. Just before we get to Fenchurch Street, Cal kisses me goodbye. He gets off when the train stops, but instead of walking away, he turns and grins at me as the train sets off again. A fuzzy feeling settles in my chest. I care about Cal and Blake more than I should, considering how short a time we’ve been together. It’s crazy and amazing all at once. I can’t wait to have them both in my arms again and in my bed. Tuesday. Three days. It’s not so long to wait.

16

Blake

Thanks to my brothers, I have to sprint from the tube station to Calvin’s apartment. He opens the door to me leaning on my knees, gasping for breath.