Page 36 of Fanboy in the Falls (Devon Falls #3)

And that’s when I burst into tears. —Tom Evers

“Can’t believe how perfect you feel against me,” Colin says.

His lips are at my neck, my ear, my other ear.

So many places I only ever imagined I’d feel them.

This is a dream, I’m still sure of it: me and Colin, my best friend in life, locked together on a rug, while he strokes our cocks together in time.

I look up to see Gabe lying on the couch, wide-eyed, his hands down his lowered sweatpants and a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead.

I hope he’s not exerting himself too much.

He is still healing, after all. We’ll have to make sure he gets in a nap after this.

Colin brushes a finger across the top of my dick, pulling me fully back into the moment and reminding me I don’t want to miss any of what’s happening in front of me.

Who knows what the future holds when our time at this cabin is over?

What if this grand experiment doesn’t work?

I can say with one hundred percent certainty that it’s going to work for me.

But Colin. He’s quite another story. He always has been.

So I focus. I focus on his face, his hair, his eyes. He’s staring at me so very intensely right now. I fight with my memory. Has he ever looked at me so deeply?

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart.

” And he’s definitely never called me sweetheart before; I’m certain of that.

Despite the fact that he gifted Gabe the title “little one” and now uses “little fox” with him just as often as I do, Colin is not normally one for nicknames.

That’s half the reason I so enjoy calling him “bestie.” This new moniker he’s attached to me sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

“You’re going to tell Gabe how this feels.

Describe exactly how it feels to have our cocks together like this, to feel my hand around you.

You’re going to tell him everything you’re thinking and feeling right now, until Gabe’s so turned on that he comes all over those sweatpants and we have to find him new ones. ”

Gabe makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a yelp.

“Just remember,” Colin adds. “You have to ask before you come, Gabe.”

And why is this dark, demanding voice he’s using right now so incredibly attractive? Maybe I have some kind of unexplored domination fetish. I make a note to look into that as Colin keeps staring, his eyes clear and direct and fully focused on me.

I swallow hard. I can never ignore anything Colin wants from me, but right now it might just take the entire town of Devon Falls to keep me from obeying his orders. And I’m not even sure they’d be successful. “His cock is so big, Gabe,” I manage to get out.

“Good start, sweetheart,” Colin murmurs as he kisses my neck. Another shock of pleasure moves through me as he says the words, and I blurt more of them out.

“His hand is big, too. You probably know that, Gabe,” I add.

“So big that it’s like my dick is swimming with him in his giant hand.

” I swallow hard. “It hurts a little, sometimes, when his hand and his cock rub just so. But in a good way,” I add quickly as Colin’s eyes go up.

“I want more of it, I think. More speed. I want to feel his hand on every part of me, all the time.”

Colin’s lips turn up in a smile, and then he starts to move ever so slightly faster.

I push myself farther into Colin’s hand. “I’ve always loved watching his giant body swallow yours up when he wraps around you, Gabe. It’s such a beautiful sight, the way he just folds you up into him.”

Gabe makes another slightly strangled noise. I look up just enough to see that he’s panting a little more now, his face red, and his hand is moving more quickly within his sweats.

“But feeling it,” I go on. “Feeling him around me… that’s more than I’ve ever imagined.

” I rest my head into his neck, smelling the familiar scent of his salty skin and his cologne.

Scents I’ve smelled probably one million times before.

But they’re different now. So much more deep and intense as I breathe them in.

“My whole body feels like it’s going to explode at any moment,” I murmur against Colin’s skin.

“Especially when he—” Colin draws another finger across top of my cock. “Does that!” I call out loudly.

Colin’s pumping us a little harder together now, a little faster. “Goodness, this cock of his,” I tell Gabe. “It’s perfect, isn’t it, little fox? I want to feel it against me forever. I wonder what it would feel like to have this inside of me, to be—”

“I need to come!” Gabe shouts the words out loudly, desperately, and Colin smiles.

“Excellent. You look so fucking hot right now, little fox. So perfect for us. Here’s a new rule: you can come when Tom comes.”

Gabe whimpers. “Please, Tom?” he whispers.

Colin brushes my sensitive tip again, and I’m already riding a wave so high I know it’s only a matter of time before I lose myself. Knowing that Colin wants to choreograph this so that Gabe and I come together…

It’s official: this is going to be the hardest orgasm of my life to date. I already know it.

I sink into the moment, letting myself lean hard into Colin’s body as I focus on nothing but the sensations of his dick and hand against mine.

More of the liquid there, our liquid, is mixing together in his hand.

And then I feel it—his other hand, his finger, moving slowly along my ass until his fingers are brushing, just teasing, against the sensitive nerves of my entrance—

“Colin!” I yell as I thrust upward, so hard it hurts, and Colin teases and turns his finger, nudging it just slightly inside of me. Another wave of pure pleasure washes over me, and I scream again as I lose myself, rocking and shaking against Colin as I fall apart against him.

“Tom! Colin!” Gabe shouts our names, and I look over to watch as he thrusts upward off the couch slightly, into his own hand.

Liquid dribbles from the tip, down against his sweatpants, and the sight of him, knowing he’s coming just from watching the two of us, is so incredibly heady and powerful.

I keep jutting against Colin, keep letting go against him in a wave of pleasure that never seems to end, and it isn’t long before I feel him coming too, hugging me harder against his body as he spills against my cock and liquid mixes across the two of them, dripping down between our two bodies.

I cling to him, desperate and needy. I need proof that all of this is just as real as the come and sweat clinging between our bodies, as real as the hard, panting sounds Gabe’s still making in this room. I need to be sure—certain—that I haven’t dreamed all of this.

Then Colin lets out a long sigh and pulls my body against his. He moves two fingers through the liquid covering both of us now, draws it back up between our bodies, and holds it out.

“That’s us,” he whispers. “You and me, sweetheart. Together as one. Just like we’ve always been. Just like we were meant to be.”

And that’s when I burst into tears.

The world is blurry for the next hour or so.

I know I cry against Colin’s shoulder while he soothes and comforts me.

I know he finds washcloths and cleans up all three of us gently, helps Gabe take more painkillers and eventually moves us all into a gigantic bed—a California king, I suspect—in the room right off of the living room.

I know he lights a fire and helps both of us change into warm pajamas from the magic bags that appeared in this house, and that he changes into a pair of his own.

They’re covered with race cars. I laugh. “Sam packed those, I suppose?” I ask.

“Or Malachai,” Gabe says softly next to me. “He’s got a pretty wicked sense of humor, that guy. When he lets it out.” He nuzzles into my side, and I readjust the pile of pillows his leg is resting on. “This is nice,” he mumbles. “You’re all soft and cuddly.”

“Perhaps it’s the giant crying fest I just indulged in,” I mumble.

I appreciate that neither of them pushed me or pressured me to explain my tears right away; I’m not sure I could have explained them in the moment.

It was as if some kind of pressure point burst within me, and those tears were all of that pressure releasing, like water from a valve that’s just been opened.

Gabe sits up and narrows his eyebrows. “Don’t talk about you crying like it’s a bad thing,” he tells me as Colin sits on the edge of the bed. “Like crying is something you should be ashamed of. That’s how people like Dave think. And it’s not true.”

He falls back against the bed, and Colin rubs a hand down his spine. “Good reminder, little fox,” he says. He smiles over at me. “Sweetheart, you’ve never worried about crying in front of me before. Or anyone else for that matter. Why now?”

I try to parse the words, to express the muddled feelings rolling through my brain right now.

There are things they still don’t know; things about what happened when we were shooting The Good Sword.

Stories I think I owe to them both. But not right now.

“This was different crying,” I finally say.

“It wasn’t crying because I’d lost someone I love, or found out I didn’t get a part I wanted.

It was as if… I suddenly had everything I wanted in the world right in front of me.

” I shake my head. “And that probably doesn’t make any sense at all. ”

“No,” Gabe says. “It makes perfect sense, actually.” He sighs.

“That’s how I’ve sort of felt these last few weeks, I think.

Like I had everything I ever wanted right in front of me.

You two. Lou. A job I love. Devon Falls.

And I don’t think I’ve ever felt more anxious, you know?

More stressed. It’s like when you have everything you’ve ever wanted right in front of you, it just feels like… ”

I hear the words he doesn’t finish saying echo through the room

It just feels like the only thing left is to lose it all.

I swallow hard and take his hand. A few moments later, I feel Colin settle in next to me.

I’ve felt the warm weight of his body in bed next to me so many, many times over the years.

But now it feels different. Especially when he wraps his arms around me and reaches over to carefully pull Gabe closer against my other side.

“I get it, sweetheart,” he says softly. “I know. But we’re all here. Together. Tom, you don’t have to keep any more damn secrets from me.” He nuzzles his face into my neck. “I’m finally ready to see every part of you.”

“Me too,” Gabe whispers. “Well, I mean, we didn’t meet that long ago, so I don’t think it’s really the same, but—”

“Oh, little fox.” I laugh and pull him into a hug, mindful of the pillow his leg is elevated on. “I always knew you were going to be trouble.”

Gabe smiles, and Colin kisses the back of my neck. I let myself fall back against him, my body against his.

And for the first time in a very long time, probably since my final days on The Good Sword, I let all my muscles relax.