Page 27 of Fanboy in the Falls (Devon Falls #3)

It’s all driving me a little batshit, if I’m being honest. —Tom Evers

“Wow. I can’t believe this is the last bedroom.” Gabe puts his hands on his hips and steps back as he studies the crown molding we just installed—well, he and Colin did most of the installation, to be fair, but I provided important direction—throughout the room. “It looks amazing!”

Colin pulls him in for a side hug. “Just the event room work after this, and that’s mostly cosmetic. We should be done with plenty of time before the festival. Enough time for Bethany and Evelyn to prepare, and for us to hold that big event to show off the new space.”

“It’s really stunning. You two have a lot to be proud of.” I give Gabe a kiss on the cheek, and he blushes.

“Hey, you did a lot of the work too,” he tells me.

I have worked hard, he’s right. But ever since the incident with the pipe, where I nearly flooded the entire inn, I’ve been all too happy to take on the role of oversight.

Colin and Gabe have done a lot of the heavy lifting together, and they deserve to be proud of all that they’ve accomplished.

“Just wait until you’re checking people into this room,” I tell him.

“You can say that you installed that molding, and painted those walls, and put in that toilet.” He beams, and I pull him in for a hug.

“You did fantastic work here, little fox.”

“We were a good team. All three of us.” Colin says the words softly, and I swear he’s staring at me when he says them. He’s been doing that a lot lately, I’ve noticed: watching me carefully in moments when he, Gabe, and I are together.

It’s all driving me a little batshit, if I’m being honest. Mostly because I have no idea why I’m suddenly noticing these small changes in Colin.

And also because something happened last week when Colin, Gabe, and I were together in bed.

Something that happened right after I fingered Gabe to the point of wrecking him.

Colin was staring at me so very hard in that moment.

He leaned toward me, at one point. And I wondered—just for a moment—

If he was going to kiss me.

It was a ridiculous idea, of course. I know that. Colin’s never been interested in anyone until Gabe, and Gabe’s got the entirety of his attention. I’m beginning to worry that this inadvertent threesome I’ve gotten myself into might be wreaking havoc on my thinking skills.

Since that night, the three of us have enjoyed ourselves together a bit here and there.

But we’ve all been busy with the renovations, and Gabe’s been busy with Lou’s after-school activities and his other responsibilities at the inn.

We’ve had some stolen moments, but the three of us haven’t been together in the same kind of way.

So I haven’t had a moment to test whether I’m going to start imagining horribly dangerous things about Colin every single time the three of us are together that intimately.

“You know,” Gabe says. “We’re ahead of schedule. Which means that we could take an hour and a half off for lunch. If we wanted to.”

My eyebrows go up. “Are you suggesting a long, leisurely lunch at the diner?” I tease. Because I know, of course, exactly what he’s suggesting. I can see it in the way he’s shifting back and forth from his right leg to his left as he looks back and forth between me and Colin.

Gabe gulps, and then grins. “Could you show me how to have anal sex?” he blurts out.

Colin lets out a long cough. I stand there, frozen. But not for very long; I do pride myself on being a man of action, after all.

What on earth does it matter whether or not I’m losing my mind? I’ve been losing my mind over Colin Templegate for years now. Certainly my constitution can take a little more stress.

“I’ll see you both in Colin’s bedroom,” I tell Gabe and Colin. “Underwear will be optional, and it is not encouraged.”

Gabe laughs so loudly I wonder if they can hear him from the other half of the inn.

“Let’s take a moment to talk about this.”

The three of us are in bed, clothes gone except for our boxers, and Gabe is lying between Colin and me on Colin’s behemoth of a mattress.

“First of all, I want you to remember the lights, little fox.” I brush a finger down across Gabe’s hip, and he shivers.

“If there’s anything you’re not enjoying, anything that makes you uncomfortable, all you need to do is say the word. Red. We stop.”

Colin nods. He leans over to kiss Gabe gently on the cheek. “We don’t want to do a single thing you’re not comfortable with. Say the word.”

Gabe looks back and forth between me and Colin. “I think I’m ready.” His words are low and breathy, but I believe him. “Um. Will one of you…? Or… both of you?”

Colin smiles. “You know what? I’d really love to see you with Tom. To watch the two of you.” He leans over slightly and nibbles on Gabe’s earlobe. “Maybe with some additional support with my mouth.” And on that note, he bends himself in half, pushes Gabe’s boxers down, and swallows him.

I go instantly hard as I try not to dwell too hard on the words I’d love to see you with Tom.

That doesn’t mean anything, of course. Just that he likes watching Gabe get off.

Who wouldn’t, honestly? There’s nothing more sensual than the way Gabe reacts to intimate touch.

His body acts like every stroke has set his entire nerve bank on fire.

Which is how I’m starting to feel right now, as Gabe clutches slightly at the top of my boxer shorts while Colin moves up and down on his cock. “Are you ready?” I whisper in his ear.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please, yes,” he answers.

I try not to laugh as I move him farther onto his side and Colin adjusts his own body position to Gabe’s movements. I pop open the lube bottle I’ve got at the ready, and I slide my own boxers down. Colin, I noticed, has at some point made Gabe’s boxers disappear completely from his body.

I start slowly, gently, determined to make this experience everything that Gabe deserves it to be.

I tease around the sensitive nerves at his entrance, studying each small section of him with my fingers.

I pay close attention to every single touch that makes him startle or gasp or thrust deeper into Colin's mouth.

My eyes drift down, and I see that Colin has one hand down his boxers as he's sucking and teasing Gabe.

That sight alone makes me so very hard that it's difficult to stop, slow down, or have all the patience I need at this moment. But patience is what I must keep hold of right now. I cannot rush this. Gabe has given Colin and me so many gifts already, and this one must be treated with all the reverence that we’ve given every other first moment he’s shared with us. So I take a breath, and I take my time.

Eventually, we reach a point where I feel confident enough in Gabe’s reactions to slide one finger just slightly into him, and then another.

I’m careful to remember and repeat everything that brought the best reactions out of him the last time we did this.

I lean over to nibble at his ear the way I know he likes, and I kiss down his neck as I pull him closer against me with my other hand.

“You're so beautiful, little fox,” I tell him. “Beautiful in every way. The way you're reacting to me right now? You’re like a stunning work of art, spread out on display for us.” He whimpers again, and below us, I hear Colin let out a grunt that sounds like agreement.

Colin’s eyes are locked fully on Gabe’s body; I don’t think he’s looked up toward me once since he took Gabe into his mouth.

I take a moment to wonder if I really did hallucinate that moment between us the last time we were in this room—but there’s not time to think about that now. I need to focus on Gabe.

“Just your fingers make me feel so full,” Gabe says. “It’s going to hurt a little, isn't it?”

“Yes,” I tell him honestly. “And that's why you have to be honest with us. You have to tell us to stop if everything gets to be too much.”

“I know. I promise. Please? I want this,” he whispers.

I kiss his ear again, and then his cheek. I look for Colin’s gaze one more time, and this time I manage to catch it. His eyes are dark and bright all at the same time, somehow. I’m not sure I’ve seen them look like that since the last time he walked onto a track on race day.

I swallow hard and thrust another finger into Gabe’s body.

“Very good. You’re doing so well, little fox. Keep pushing back. Bear down now.”

I feel it when he pushes back against me. He takes in a long breath, breathes out, and the pressure against my finger intensifies as I push in a little bit harder, searching for that spot. I can’t wait to hit that bundle of nerves that I know will light him on fire.

When I first find it, he lets out a squeal and juts his hips upward so quickly that I worry he might have injured Colin. But Colin just laughs below us, and that sound feels heavy in my ears.

“Oh, my God, Tom,” Gabe whispers. “Tom, please don't stop. Feels so good. Feels so, so good.”

“Am I hurting you at all?” I ask him.

He swallows. “Like, a little. But please don't stop.”

I know what he's feeling right now. I know that edge of pleasure and pain, when it all blurs together so quickly that the sensations become mixed in your body, driving forward nothing but endorphins and adrenaline.

“Don't forget your colors,” I remind him.

He nods. I see him reach down and grip against Colin's hair, and Colin rubs a hand up and down his thigh.

“I promise,” Gabe whispers.

I stretch him carefully, moving my fingers back and forth inside of him, listening for every single nuance of sensation. His yelps grow higher, his whimpers a little deeper. I’m pleased to realize that I know his body well enough now to know when he’s ready for more.

And only then do I kiss him carefully on the cheek and say, “Let’s move.”