Page 28 of Fanboy in the Falls (Devon Falls #3)

It's a little bit of a strange adjustment. I want Gabe on his back so I can watch him, so I can be sure of his facial expressions as we do this. Colin pulls off Gabe’s cock, and we shift him carefully so that I can lift his hips up onto a pillow as I kneel in front of him.

Colin curls around him and gets his mouth immediately back on Gabe's dick, as though it was painful for him to be away from it for so long.

I'm so very ready to feel what it's going to be like to be inside of him. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, little one?” I ask him as I lift his ankles up and place them on top of my shoulders.

I can see how hard he is inside of Colin's mouth, and watching the reddish purple head of his cock go in and out of Colin's lips has to be the strongest aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced in my life.

“Yes.” He nods quickly. “I want you… want you inside of me. Tom, please.”

I rip open the condom I've got nearby and slide it on. I’ve just finished covering it in lube when I hear Colin whisper, “I can’t wait to see this, babe.”

At first, I'm sure he must be talking to Gabe. But when I look down at him, I see that his eyes are on me. He’s staring at me hard again, the way I remember from the other day. And he’s not looking away.

I close my eyes against a rush of emotion just as I push inside of Gabe.

He lets out a quick gasp as I settle partially inside of him.

“Push back,” I remind him, and he does with a quick nod.

I'm fairly versatile, and I've been fucked well enough and often enough to know that this part is always an adjustment for me, no matter how many times I have someone's cock, or a dildo, pushed into me.

There's always that moment of push and stretch as your body finds its new footing.

“Color?” I ask Gabe.

“Yellow,” he whispers. I nod and stay still for a long moment before I finally start moving back and forth slightly within him while I drag a finger around his hole.

It looks like his erection has flagged just slightly in Colin's mouth. But then Colin does something with his tongue, teasing at the end of Gabe’s cock, and Gabe ruts against him with a quick shout.

“More!” he calls out. “Green, green, green!”

“Okay,” I say with a laugh. Then I push just a little bit farther toward that bundle, searching for it again.

We catch a rhythm fairly quickly. As Gabe juts back and forth between me and Colin, he reaches out a hand like he's desperate to find mine. I grab his hand and hold it, just as I see that he's latched his other hand to Colin's shoulder.

Colin looks at me, staring hard, again. I don’t look away. And then he reaches out to me with his other hand.

I grab hold of it.

It’s like we're a circle now, completely connected all the way around. We all let go quickly, because the positions we’re in don’t allow for lengthy hand holding, but then I press my hands against Gabe’s legs and Colin pushes his hand up against my hip, and it’s like we’re connected again, our circle still intact.

I'm moving inside of Gabe as slowly as I can, but it's so fucking hard not to lose myself inside of him. He's so warm, so tight, and it takes everything I have to hold on each time his body clenches around my cock. I hold on to his body for dear life as we all fuck in the same rhythm, with Gabe moving steadily back and forth between my cock and Colin’s mouth. Except this doesn't feel like fucking, not at all. I’m making love to Gabe, I’m sure of that. And Gabe is making love to Colin. And even though Colin and I are only touching one another, somehow, we’re making love too.

I suck in a long, deep breath and try not to panic that I'm in too far over my head.

“Oh,” Gabe whispers. “Please don't stop. Please don't stop, Tom. Colin. Please!”

He has no idea what he’s doing to me right now. I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer.

“Gabe,” I whisper, “tell me when you—”

Just then, he lets out a cry and screams as he thrusts hard up into Colin’s mouth.

I watch him as he comes inside of Colin, shaking and shouting and whimpering all at once, somehow.

At the same time, Colin makes a movement, and I realize he's losing himself in his boxers, his other hand still on his cock.

That's all it takes for me to go over the edge, and I swear I see stars as I come inside of Gabe.

And then everything stops. I stop. Colin stops. Gabe stops. The room stops. Gabriel's ankles are still on my shoulders, and Colin's mouth is still wrapped around Gabe’s cock. I’m still planted firmly inside of him.

“Wow,” Gabe whispers.

Colin lets out a laugh as he gently pulls his mouth off of Gabe, stopping to leave a long, lingering lick across the head of his cock. Gabe shivers.

I should pull out of him. I know I should, but I don’t right away. I'm not ready to leave just yet.

I'm not ready to leave this beautiful, perfect space where these two perfect men feel almost as though they could both belong to me.

We don’t talk much as we clean up.

I make it a point not to say anything to Colin about the connection between us while we both made love to Gabe.

What's the point? Surely he was just caught up in the moment, and there will be nothing but danger for me if I read anything else into what just happened. I’m puttering around in the kitchen, making us sandwiches to help us get our energy back, when my phone buzzes with a text from my agent.

Melody

Hey, we need to talk. Rumors are starting to spread out here about why you left The Good Sword. I think we need to get out in front of them. It's time for you to take another role, don't you think? Let's get you out here for some auditions.

A lump lodges in my throat. Nothing sounds more horrific right now than heading back to Hollywood, back into the lion's den and away from this beautiful bubble. The only thing I’d like to do less is stick my head in an oven.

The Glorious Thomas of House Evers

Hi. I'm finishing up a project here. I wouldn't be able to come out any earlier than late October.

I hit send, but my thumbs stay poised over the keyboard. Maybe it’s time I really thought about taking Max up on his offer and getting my side of the Good Sword story out into the world. I’m so tired of living in other people’s projections.

The Glorious Thomas of House Evers

Maybe it's time for me to be honest and tell everyone what really happened on that set.

Melody

Tom, please tell me you're not really considering that. You want to keep your career, right? That means no one can know what really happened between you and that director. Once you get another role, all the noise from this last project will go away. You've got this! I promise.

I slide down the kitchen island to sit on the floor against it. Because I absolutely do not “got this.” I do not have the power or the energy to go back to Hollywood and deal with everything I left behind there. I simply don’t.

Especially when I have so much more to look forward to here. Particularly if I could just figure out how to look deeply into my best friend’s eyes while I have the best sex of my life with another man I care deeply about—one who can’t even be seen with me publicly.

And am I really ready to give up the career I worked so hard to build? Could I actually walk away from acting without a backward glance?

I swallow and put my thumbs back on the keyboard.

The Glorious Thomas of House Evers

I need some time to think. I’ll text you soon.