Page 39 of Fanboy in the Falls (Devon Falls #3)

“Okay, we can try,” I agree. “But Gabe, you have to tell us to stop the absolute second something doesn’t feel right. Stay stop, and we’ll stop right away. Or use the light system if you’d rather. You both remember? Red, yellow, green?”

“Yes, love,” Tom says sweetly. “I know neither Gabe nor I are internationally recognized racing champions, but we both do remember how street lights work.”

Tom Evers’ snark is also a good sign.

“Very funny. Okay.” I slide open the bedside table next to Tom and pull out a bottle of lube, and then I stand over the two of them.

“Listen, I hate to sound like some kind of director here, but I want to make sure we all stay on the same page about what we’re doing so we can make sure Gabe stays safe.

Here's how we'll start. I'm going to drip some of this across both of your cocks. Tom, handjob for Gabe. Gabe, handjob for Tom. Simple. But,” I add. “Neither of you get to come until I say so. No matter what.” Tom makes a giggly, almost squealing sound, and I pop the lid. It’s lube that warms immediately on contact, and it was already in Tom’s shaving kit when we arrived.

I wasn’t surprised when he unpacked it into the drawer next to the bed.

I slowly drip the liquid across their cocks. I watch as they cross arms and take each other in hand. Gabe gives a little gasp.

“I love the way you feel,” he says softly.

Tom smiles. “Same, little fox. Same.” He’s got his eyes closed now, as Gabe works his hand slowly up and down.

“Very good,” I tell them. Now, for this next part. I’ve got something in mind, but it’s very definitely something I’ve never done before, or even thought about doing, with any of the women I’ve been with. I hope I’m ready for it.

They put me in charge of Gabe’s fantasy.

And I’m damn sure going to make sure it’s perfect.

This is more than just sex we’re building here.

We’re building connections and new pathways together, and trust. Trust more than anything, I think.

I spent years working with teams in garages, and those years taught me a few lessons about what creates trust best: you show up, you do your work like you’re part of a team, and you do it with respect and care.

And I want everyone in this room to know just how much respect and care I have for them both.

“Gabe,” I say, “you're going to keep your broken leg on the pillows and bend the knee of your good leg and pull your heel up against your ass. Tom, do that same thing with both your legs.”

Tom grins and licks his lips as he closes his eyes. I think he might have a guess of what’s coming. They both obey quietly as they keep their hands moving, and soon their holes are both fully on display in front of me.

I lean down at the edge of the bed, studying. It’s like I’m walking a racetrack the day before a race, as I memorize the curves and opportunities in front of me. Then, when I’m sure I’m ready to drive, I drop my head down and push my mouth against Gabe’s entrance.

He gasps as I slowly tease his entrance with my tongue.

“Oh wow,” he whispers. I knew, logically, that this would be something new for both of us, and I relax slightly as his body tenses with excitement.

I follow his signals as I test and experiment, playing with how my mouth moves against the nerves there and how my tongue dips in and out of him.

I don’t go very deep or very far. I’m new to this, and so is Gabe, and I’m not in any hurry to push either of us past our comfort zones.

“I was hoping,” says Tom softly, “that this was what you had in mind when you ordered us all into the shower together on our way from the hot tub to the bed.”

To be fair, that stop had just made sense.

Gabe already had the protector on over his cast, and I wanted to make sure he could safely use the shower stool Sam left here for us.

Plus, helping our little fox shower definitely got me more than a little keyed up for this moment, and I know it didn’t hurt Tom or Gabe either.

But I wasn’t sure, when I brought us all into the shower, if I’d be ready to try this.

Now I’m glad I took the risk. It’s like nothing else, being this close to Gabe.

His responses and reflexes are so bright against my tongue, my mouth, and our bodies might as well be melding together as he pushes back against me.

I'm not sure I've ever felt closer to anyone, until I pull away slightly, move over and repeat the same pattern with Tom.

He leaps against me. His reactions are a little different, a little faster as my tongue moves against his body. “Colin,” he whispers. “Oh, fuck. Colin, please don’t stop. I dreamed… but I never thought… never imagined…”

And now I wonder what it would be like to have one of them do this to me. I may have to order that to happen one day, but not today. Today, we have other plans.

I pull away eventually and see that they’re still following orders, although their hand movements have slowed slightly.

Gabe’s staring down at where my face is still next to Tom’s ass.

“Don't stop,” I remind them both. Tom swallows, hard, as I drip lube across both of their holes.

Gabe startles slightly when the liquid touches his ring, and even more when I push fingers into each of them and start prepping them simultaneously.

What’s weird is that this is all such new territory for me, and I wonder if maybe it should still feel strange.

But it doesn't. Maybe it’s all the good coaching Tom’s been giving us, or maybe it’s just something about being with these two men.

I can tell from their reactions when it’s time to slide a second finger into Tom, and then a second one into Gabe.

I wait for their reactions before I go deeper, testing for when they’re ready for more.

Tom gets there more quickly, which makes sense.

And when I reach that certain bundle of nerves within him, he thrusts up into Gabe's hand.

“Bestie!” he yells out, making Gabe giggle.

I get there with Gabe a few moments later, and he yelps like an excited puppy, which makes Tom laugh. “No coming yet,” I remind them both.

“Absolutely not. Wouldn’t dream of it, sir,” Tom whispers.

And then I know I’m ready. They’re ready. We’re all ready for more. We're going to have to be so careful about this with Gabe’s leg, but I've got an idea. And I trust Gabe to use his colors and tell us if anything goes wrong.

“Take your hands off of each other,” I demand. Then I move to one side of the bed and maneuver Gabe on the pillows, pushing him slightly to the side so that his broken leg is still propped and he’s on his side with Tom behind him. Then I shift Tom until he's all but spooning Gabe.

“Okay,” I tell Tom. “I’m going to put a condom on you now, sweetheart.”

I rip the package open, and Tom moans as I wipe the lube from his cock with a washcloth I had waiting next to the bed.

He gets even louder when I carefully slide the condom over it.

“No coming,” I whisper to him again. I drop my jeans and boxers to the floor, and then I rip another package open and slide one on myself before I kneel down on the bed behind Tom.

I’m hard as a rock as I stare at these two, but I’m determined not to rush this next part.

“Gabe,” I whisper, “you're going to touch yourself while Tom enters you. Tom, you're going to go so slowly that it almost hurts. Remember, we're not going to be able to do anything fast today. Gabe, we have to be careful of your leg.”

“We understand, bestie,” says Tom. Gabe nods.

“Good,” I tell them both. “Now, Gabe. Tom is going to slowly take you apart while I take him apart. Does that sound good to you?”

Gabe makes a strangled noise, which I take as a yes, and Tom laughs.

“Okay, Tom,” I say. “Give our little fox what he wants.”

Tom enters him slowly at first, then a little more quickly.

I watch Gabe’s face change as his body moves to accept Tom's entrance.

I study the way he pushes back against Tom and gets his bearings through the first sensations of pain, and then when his entire face relaxes as his body pulls Tom forward.

“Touch yourself,” I tell him, and he starts moving his hand up and down his cock as I jack myself and wonder how I ever got so lucky to be in this place, this room, with these two fucking fantastic men.

I drop some lube across the condom and then I slide down onto the bed and wrap my body around Tom.

“I’m about to be inside you,” I whisper into his ear. He shudders, and I push.

He takes me into his body, easily, naturally, and it takes everything I have not to come the second I feel him clench around the base of my cock.

This is like nothing I've ever imagined, nothing I've ever felt before. The way his body pulls at the back of my dick, holding it tight, squeezing it, is just so damn good . I move in and out of him, highly aware with each push that I’m inside of Tom, my best friend in life, and he’s inside of Gabe, a man who’s unlocked parts of me I never would have found on my own.

I savor exploring and finding the different ways that his body reacts to mine.

I close my eyes for a minute and settle into a rhythm.

I push into Tom as he pushes into Gabe, who pushes back against Tom who pushes back into me.

It’s like driving a car with a perfect setup, when you can just become one with the steering and go, fully trusting that every move you make will work the way you want it to. I see our checkered flag ahead of time. “Come when you’re ready,” I order them.

Gabe falls over the edge first, huffing and arching into his hand. Then I lose myself in Tom, pumping into the condom as I clutch him against my body. Tom’s last, as I kiss his neck while Gabe turns slightly to nuzzle their faces together.

We lay together for a while, in comfortable silence for a long time.

Eventually, I kiss Tom again, clutch the base of the condom and pull out of him, and Tom carefully does the same thing with Gabe.

“That was amazing,” Gabe whispers as Tom fluffs the pillows under his leg, frowning at his cast, while I wipe down his stomach and cock.

“You were amazing. You both were.” I lean over to kiss him.

“I just don’t get it,” Gabe says softly. “How can Dave think people being together like this is anything to be ashamed of? This isn’t shameful,” he adds. "This is…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but Tom and I look at each other, and I feel the same word I know he’s thinking.

Love.