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They picked a Saturday night when Ian didn’t have to work the next day and told Raj to come over at nine. Spencer had cleaned his whole apartment twice, then lit the only candle he owned, then blew it out because it looked like he was trying too hard.

“Sweetheart.”

Ian pulled Spencer to him and tilted his chin up so he was looking him in the eye. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Spencer licked his lips. “I really, really want to.”

“Okay, then take a breath. Go sit on the couch. I’m going to make us some tea.”

Ian went to the kitchen as Spencer did as he was asked.

While the tea steeped, Ian sat with him on the couch and laced their fingers together. “Is there anything in particular you’re nervous about?”

“I think I’m more excited than anything. I have no idea how any of this is going to feel.”

Ian kissed him softly. “Hopefully, it’ll feel good. If it doesn’t, we can stop at any time.”

The steeping timer went off, and Ian went back into the kitchen.

Spencer’s stomach swooped, and he cursed this damn threesome for making him so sensitive that Ian’s correct use of the steeping timer made him want to cry.

Ian handed him his mug and resumed his spot on the couch, pulling Spencer into his lap and gently tracing his fingertips up his arms.

“I feel so sensitive right now.”

Spencer laid his head back against Ian’s chest and closed his eyes.

Ian pulled his hands away but kissed the top of Spencer’s head. “Let’s save it for later, then.”

They drank their tea in comfortable silence, and Spencer listened to Ian’s heartbeat, a little faster than usual, he thought.

Finally, the doorbell rang. Spencer jumped up, and Ian cocked an eyebrow at him. “I’m good.”

Ian nodded, and Spencer went downstairs to unlock the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey there, hot stuff.”

Raj followed him in, kicking his Converse onto the shoe rack.

When they made it inside, Ian was standing there waiting for them, looking incredibly touchable in his T-shirt and joggers. Spencer had opted for something similar, figuring that clothes that were easy to get off would speed the process along. He turned to Raj, who looked gorgeous in his T-shirt and jeans. A few long, glossy strands of hair were escaping his bun. Spencer wanted to tug on it.

Raj smiled. “Hey, Ian.”

“Hi, Raj.”

Spencer couldn’t see Ian because his back was to him, but he heard Ian’s voice go low in the way it did when he was turned on, and Spencer was pretty sure he might die right there before anything even happened.

When he came back to his senses, Raj was looking around the apartment. “Where’s Norman?”

“Oh, I took him over to Cat’s,”

Spencer said.

Raj chuckled. “Did you tell her why?”

Spencer shrugged. They hadn’t talked about it explicitly, but Cat knew the drill. “I told her things might get overstimulating for him.”

“For him?”

Raj cocked an eyebrow in Spencer’s direction.

Spencer swallowed.

Raj took a step toward Spencer, suddenly feeling like he was towering over him. “Do you want me to kiss you, Spence?”

Spencer’s breath caught in his lungs. He hadn’t been this nervous to have sex since he’d first started experimenting with hand jobs in the backs of cars in high school. But he did want this. “Yeah.”

He stepped toward Raj, who closed the space between them and dipped his head down to meet Spencer’s mouth. If someone had asked Spencer how Raj would kiss, it would be like this—eager and intense, tongue and teeth, lighting him up from his core. He had just a second to feel guilty about enjoying it so much before he felt Ian’s body pressed to his, Ian’s lips on his neck and his satisfied hum against Spencer’s skin. He was pressed between their bodies, and his skin felt like it was on fire. He leaned back into Ian and reached up to palm Raj’s cheek and sucked on his tongue.

Raj pulled back and ran his thumb over Spencer’s bottom lip. “God, isn’t he beautiful?”

“He is,”

Ian said from behind him. And only then did Spencer realize they were talking about him. He looked up, and they were kissing over his shoulder, but they both still had their hands on him. Spencer had been hard since this had started, but now he was sure he’d never been more turned on in his life.

“Do we need all these clothes?”

Raj asked, his fingers playing with the hem of Spencer’s T-shirt, tickling the skin of his abdomen.

Spencer was mesmerized by how wet Ian had made his lips. “No.”

He lifted Raj’s T-shirt over his head and stopped short. Both of Raj’s nipples were pierced. He dipped his head down and took one in his mouth. In his periphery, he saw Ian reach over to tease the other one between his fingers. Raj hissed and threw his head back.

“That’s fun.”

Ian pulled Spencer’s shirt off from behind.

Raj ran his splayed hand down Spencer’s bare torso while Spencer worked off his jeans and boxer briefs. Seeing Raj naked set off a series of fantasies in Spencer’s mind about the various ways he could be pressed between him and Ian, and he had to close his eyes for a second so he didn’t come before getting to touch them at all.

Raj chuckled. “Now you.”

He reached for Spencer’s waistband. Spencer wasn’t wearing underwear, which Raj seemed to appreciate. He took Spencer’s dick in his hand and gave it one slow stroke before they both turned on Ian. “Why are you still dressed?”

Ian looked at Raj, hazel eyes sparkling. “You haven’t undressed me yet.”

Raj grabbed Ian’s shirt, and Spencer kissed him, hot and hard, while Raj dealt with his pants. Then they both stood staring at Ian. Spencer had probably never been so hard in his life. “Can I suck you?”

Raj asked.

Spencer looked up to Ian’s face just in time to see him nod. “Yeah.”

Spencer watched both their asses as they all made their way to his bed. He pulled the lube and condoms out of the nightstand and dropped them on the comforter. Ian was splayed out, and Raj was kneeling on the floor between his thighs, rolling a condom over his cock. Spencer tossed a pillow down to Raj, who smiled radiantly in response. “Okay?”

he asked them both.

Ian looked up at him. Spencer nodded. “Yeah,”

Ian confirmed.

Spencer couldn’t look away as Ian’s cock disappeared into Raj’s mouth. Raj’s eyes were closed, his hands wrapped around Ian’s hips, and Spencer heard him choke a little when Ian’s dick hit the back of his throat, but he moaned with pleasure and sped up.

Ian’s eyes were closed, too, his breath coming in little gasps, which Spencer knew meant he was enjoying himself. Spencer grabbed his own cock. If this was all this threesome was for him, he would come happy. He stroked himself once, twice, but then Ian reached for him, and he went automatically, tucking himself against Ian’s side and letting himself be kissed like Ian’s life depended on it. He might have been humping Ian’s leg a little, searching for friction, and Ian spurred him on with a hand on his ass. “Raj!”

Ian gasped into his mouth. “You have to stop, or I’m going to come.”

Raj sat back on his knees, smiling. His mouth was glistening now, and Spencer really wanted to kiss it. “Will one of you fuck me?”

Spencer and Ian looked at each other. “You,”

Spencer said, not entirely sure why but knowing this was exactly what he wanted, to watch Ian take Raj apart.

“Open him up for me.”

Ian tossed Spencer the lube.

They made space for Raj between them, and Ian rolled him onto his side. Spencer hitched Raj’s leg over his hip and lubed up his fingers, then finally leaned in to kiss him. “Fuck, Raj.”

He slid his fingers down the crease of Raj’s ass, searching. Ian was spooned behind him, giving Spencer space but kissing the back of Raj’s neck.

Ian made eye contact with Spencer as he said, “I want to watch Raj touch you.”

Raj complied before Spencer had even registered what Ian had said, dipping his head to take Spencer’s nipple into his mouth just as Spencer slipped a finger into him. They both groaned. “Fuck, Spence, you’re so responsive.”

He moved to Spencer’s other nipple, and a string of moans poured out of Spencer while he tried to focus on fingering Raj.

“Isn’t it sexy?”

Ian started playing with Raj’s nipple piercings, causing him to buck back into Spencer’s hand. Raj answered Ian with a groan.

Spencer added another finger. “How’s that?”

He was trying to keep focus while Raj lubed his hand and started gently stroking Spencer’s cock.

“Keep going,”

Raj panted into his mouth.

Spencer scissored his fingers, then twisted his wrist until Raj started to whimper.

“That’s it.”

Ian smiled at him, and Ian’s praise urged him on just as much as Raj’s.

Raj’s lips and hand were really starting to fog his brain now, but Spencer added a third finger and felt Raj stretch around him. “How prepped do you like to be?”

he managed.

Raj thrust back into his hand and moaned. “That’s good.”

Spencer handed Ian the lube and removed his fingers. He kept Raj’s leg braced over his hip and felt it in Raj’s body when Ian thrust into him.

“You feel so good.”

Ian kissed Raj’s shoulder, and Spencer recognized it as him trying to get Raj to relax into him. Raj exhaled, and Ian slid his hips forward.

“Oh god.”

Raj clung to Spencer’s ass as Ian started thrusting.

Spencer brought his lips to Raj’s nipple, feeling the cold metal of his piercing on his tongue. If he could focus on one thing at a time, maybe he’d make it through this.

Raj started stroking Spencer’s cock in earnest and slipped a finger behind him to play with his hole. Spencer flung his head back to see Ian watching him as he fucked Raj, and Spencer lost it. He came with what might have been a scream all over Raj’s stomach.

“Raj,”

Ian panted over his shoulder.

Raj reached back to put a hand on Ian’s hip. “Come for us,” he urged.

Ian’s hips stuttered, and he groaned, pressing his forehead to Raj’s shoulder.

Spencer reached behind him for a condom and slid down to suck Raj hard and fast until he came with Ian still inside him.

They all rolled onto their backs, panting hard. Spencer felt someone’s hand in his hair. He pressed a kiss to the closest skin he could find, which was probably Raj’s hip.

“Fuck, that was really good,”

Raj groaned.

Spencer tried to agree, but he couldn’t characterize the sound he ended up making.

“Thanks for coming, Raj,”

he heard Ian say from what seemed like far away.

“Oh, I’ll come for you two anytime.”

Spencer slapped Raj’s thigh with what little force he could muster.

They took turns getting cleaned up in the bathroom. When Spencer got back to the bed, he tucked himself against Raj and reached for Ian on the other side of the mattress.

Raj looked at him, bun desperately askew. “Who knew Ian was such a fantastic kisser? And they’re keeping him all to themselves over there in Stockbridge.”

Happy laughter bubbled out of Spencer. He didn’t know how he’d imagined it being after this happened, but he was glad Raj was still exactly the same, even naked in his bed.

“Not for long,”

Ian piped in. “Once Spencer finishes my house, I’ll be available to kiss all the men of Pittsfield.”

“Oh, really?”

“What else would I do with it?”

Of course Ian would assume Raj was asking about the house and not the kissing. Ever practical.

“Some people rent them out. This isn’t the hippest place to be.”

So apparently Raj had been asking about the house.

“It has its draws.”

Ian propped his head up on his hand and smiled down at them. He traced a pattern with his fingertips over Raj’s chest and Spencer’s arm.

“I’m glad you’re staying. And not just for my dick’s sake.”

Raj looked over at Spencer before sitting up. He slid off the end of the bed and went looking for his pants.

“You’re more than welcome to stay.”

Spencer sat up to watch Raj and felt Ian move to do the same.

Raj smiled. “I know. But I have to get up early, and Bibi is home alone.”

“Who’s Bibi?”

Ian asked.

“My dog.”

Raj pulled his T-shirt on and redid his bun as best he could.

“Why didn’t you bring them to the barbecue?”

Raj laughed. “She’s such a princess. She doesn’t like the bigger dogs because they distract from what she considers her attention. You’ll get to meet her sometime, I’m sure.”

Raj came back over to the bed and kissed them both before heading to the door. “This was nice. We should do it again sometime.”

“We definitely will,”

Spencer said, pulling on his joggers so he didn’t have to go downstairs totally naked.

Ian said goodbye, and Spencer locked the door behind Raj before coming back up to find Ian changing the sheets, which were in quite a state.

He stripped back down and turned off the lights, cuddling up to Ian in the middle of the bed. “Thank you.”

He tipped his face up to kiss him.

“For what?”

A smile played on the edges of his lips.

“For suggesting this. For doing it with me. I . . . really liked it.”

“Technically you suggested it. But I’m glad you enjoyed it. I did, too.”

Ian’s voice was soft, probably because Spencer’s face was only a few inches from his, but it made Spencer feel incredibly close to him.

“The image of Raj sucking your cock is going to live rent free in my mind for the rest of my life.”

He pressed his forehead to Ian’s chest, slightly overwhelmed by that admission.

Ian lifted his chin to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed. You were perfect tonight. I’m sure I’ll be thinking about you coming on Raj . . . a lot.”

Spencer chuckled and shook his head, pretty confused that this was even his life, and then he had to stretch into a yawn. “It really takes it out of you, doesn’t it?”

Ian laughed and turned Spencer in his arms until he was spooning him. “It’s certainly one way to get a good night’s sleep.”