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It turns out that the answer to Jax's question is yes. Yes, my perfectly proportioned, sexy-as-fuck, smart, funny, and kind ginger boyfriend is able to handle my best friend's monster-sized cock.

And I couldn't be prouder of him as he works Jax and me into a frenzy. To make things easier for him, we've moved to the edge of the bed, sitting so close our legs are touching. We eased Cloyce onto the floor and made sure he was comfortable with his legs tucked to the side.

When Jax expressed concern about Cloyce's ankle, I took great joy in replying with a snicker, "I'm not sure what sort of blowjob you're expecting, but I can assure you his ankle won't be involved."

With our boy comfortable on the floor, he's doing a stellar job with his mouth and hands, alternating between blowing one of us while stroking the other one and then switching it up when he senses one of us might be getting too close. Edging payback for before, perhaps?

I don't care. This feels wonderful. I sling my arm over my bestie's shoulder as my boyfriend finishes deepthroating me and attempts to do the same to Jax. This'll be his third try. Gotta hand it to him, Cloyce is determined. Ordinarily, I might feel a little self-conscious, not being the biggest guy in the room, but if there's one man I'm happy to concede that title to, it's Jax.

"Doesn't he look beautiful?" I say to Jax while looking at Cloyce trying to make Jax's member disappear down his throat.

"So beautiful," Jax agrees, gently stroking the side of Cloyce's flushed face. He's got about two-thirds of Jax's dick stuffed down his throat, but he's determined to conquer the beast, his eyes burning with unwavering determination.

"I'm so happy," I announce.

Jax turns to me and smiles. "Me, too, man. This feels right."

"It does," I reply, staring at the best best friend a guy could hope to have. "You, me, and our boy."

Jax's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he lets out a deep, almighty roar. I look down. Pride fills my chest.

He did it.

Our boy did it.

He's crammed all of Jax's cock into that hungry little throat of his.

"What do you guys feel like doing tonight?" Jax asks after dinner.

After our epic double blowjob, the three of us all fell asleep, curled up together on the giant-ass sofa with Cloyce in the middle.

By the time we woke up, we were all starving, so Jax made us an early dinner, by which I mean he heated up some more of his ma's lasagna. Mrs. Anderson wasn't messing around—she made enough to feed us for a week.

Cloyce's ankle is much better, and he's almost back to walking normally again, which is a huge relief.

Things between the three of us are cool, but there is a hint of something different in the air.

Cloyce gets up and starts clearing the table, but I jump to my feet. "I'll get it, baby. You take it easy."

He sighs. "I'm fine. You can stop fussing. Both of you." He wags a finger between Jax and me.

"Uh-huh," I say and help him gather dishes and tidy up anyways.

"To answer your question." Cloyce turns to Jax once the dishwasher is running. "I have an idea about what we can do tonight."

"Is it sex?" Jax deadpans, and I laugh because that's such a Jax thing to say.

"No," Cloyce replies firmly, then he adds, "At least, not right now."

We follow him out to the back patio and make ourselves comfortable on the lounge. "So," Cloyce begins. He chose his seat last and is sitting opposite Jax and me. "We need to talk."

"About today?" I ask.

"Yes. And, well…about what it means. For the future. If it means anything at all."

"Okay." Jax leans in closer, resting his forearms on his knees. "You want to kick things off, Cloyce?"

"Sure." He nods a few times, like he's willing the words to come to him. "It's been a whirlwind twenty-four hours, so I'm not really sure I feel one hundred percent…steady."

"That makes sense," I say.

He reaches over and takes my hand in his. "I really like what we have, Draper. These past eight months have been the best eight months of my life."

I squeeze his hand. "Same here, baby."

We stare into each other's eyes for a few long seconds.

"I never expected this to happen." He shifts his gaze over to Jax whose eyes are narrow and focused, the way they get during video review sessions.

"And despite the horrifying way things started and my fall, I've enjoyed the time we've spent together."

Jax offers a faint, almost hesitant smile. "I have, too."

"Being with the two of you sexually has definitely unlocked a part of me I never knew existed."

"It's like you were born for it," Jax says.

"Made for us," I say.

Cloyce's eyes dart between us. "In that case, you two need to talk about what you both want. Is this just a sex thing, a fantasy you're ticking off your bucket lists, or do you want this to lead to something…more?"

I turn to Jax. "Well?"

He runs a hand through his mane. "Look, when I told you what I wanted years ago, I guess it was only a sex thing. But then…" He drops his gaze.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I kinda feel like a dick for saying this."

"Just say it. It's fine. I promise."

"Well." He looks up at Cloyce. "There's something about you, Cloyce. Something I really like. Something I'd like to pursue, but only if that's what you want. What you both want."

Silence fills the room as we all take a moment to process.

"Draper, what do you think?" Cloyce asks after a few minutes.

"What do you think, baby?" I fire right back at him. "No judgment. Whatever you say is fine."

I know it's shitty to not answer his question and deflect back to him, but Cloyce is way better at this whole talking thing than I am.

And the truth is, I want this decision to be his. It feels like it should be his. I may have sprung this on him, but I want him to feel in control, that wherever we go from here is his call.

"I'm… I'm open to this being more than just a one-weekend sex thing," he says slowly, as if he's thinking and talking at the same time, a skill I've yet to master.

"I know it'll change things between us, and between you guys, and I've never, ever in my life even entertained the idea of a relationship with two guys, but I really like Jax, and I really like the way things feel between the three of us. So…"

"So…" Jax adds, glancing at me. "I'm open to seeing where this goes."

I blow out a deep breath. "Same here."

We both turn to Cloyce. A devilish smile forms on his lips. "Oh, I can be very, very…open."

Less than a second.

That's how long it takes for Jax and me to propel ourselves from the lounge and start attacking Cloyce—kissing him hungrily and grabbing at his chest, his stomach, his legs.

"I never knew you had such a cheeky side," I say, nibbling on his ear.

"You two bring it out in me," he replies breathily as Jax starts tugging his shirt up, eager to get a proper glimpse of Cloyce.

I'm well aware of Cloyce's body issues, how he often asks to dim the lights when we have sex, how he doesn't like to be fucked in a way that makes him 'jiggle' too much. I tap the back of Jax's hand and shake my head.

"No. It's okay," Cloyce says, then he takes a deep breath. "If I'm prepared to entertain the idea of being in a throuple, I seriously need to move past my body issues." He gently moves us out of the way and gets to his feet. He takes his shirt off first then steps out of his shorts and underwear. "I want you both to fuck me here, right here, under the lights, and let my body do what it will do."

I smile, my chest filled with so much pride knowing how hard that was for him. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby."

"I second that," Jax says, his green eyes hungrily roving up and down Cloyce's porcelain skin, over his wide chest and padded belly, and down to his thick thighs and meaty globes.

"How should we do this?" I ask, looking around. The lounge set is fine, but all three of us are big dudes, and we're going to need some room.

"I have an idea," Jax says, and before we can ask what it is, he's scooped up Cloyce in his arms. "Twice in one day," he tells him with a smile.

Cloyce blushes. "I still can't believe you're able to carry me."

"I like knowing you're safe."

My heart bursts at the affection in Jax's eyes and the way Cloyce nestles into his body as Jax leads us to his room.

The master.

With a giant king-size bed.

"Now this is more like it," I say as Jax lowers Cloyce down onto it.

As Cloyce wriggles his way up the bed, Jax and I strip off then join him.

"Now, your ankle," I check since I don't want to hurt him.

Jax chuckles as he lowers himself onto his stomach and says, "I'm not sure what sort of fucking you think we're going to do tonight, but I can assure you his ankle won't be involved. Right, Cloyce?"

"Well…" Cloyce raises his legs into the air. "I may need someone's help keeping me in position."

"We'll do all the work," I say, nosediving toward the juicy pink hole I've become addicted to. "Won't we, Jax?"

"We sure fucking will."

He's already there, so he gets the first taste of Cloyce's taint, burying his tongue into it and letting out a satisfied moan. I nudge him over a little, and he makes room for me. Together, we warm our boy up, first with our tongues then with our fingers.

"That's such a fucking sexy gape," Jax rasps when I hold Cloyce's hole open. "Hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Eat it," I tell him, and as he dives down onto it with his tongue poking out, Cloyce writhes round in pleasure. "You all good, baby?"

"Mmm." His eyes are closed, and his face is a picture of bliss. He grabs his nipples, giving them a good pinch. "So good."

"Are you ready for Jax to fuck you?"

He opens his eyes and they land on me, fiery with need. "I am."

Jax slides a condom over his massive cock and gets into position. I leave Jax to it, bringing myself up to Cloyce's face, and we start making out. Judging by his moans and increasingly rapid breaths, I can tell Jax is entering him.

"You're doing good," I murmur into his mouth. And he really is. It can't be easy taking someone of Jax's size, but despite the strain in his neck, I know our boy is up to it.

"Unnghhh," he grits out. I look down, and I can't see Jax's dick—Cloyce has taken all of it.

Jax's face is a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. "I'll go slow," he rasps.

Cloyce nods. "Only at first, until I adjust."

I lean back and watch as Jax treats Cloyce like the precious jewel he is, slowly rocking his hips, keeping his eyes trained on him for any signs he should stop or ease off, occasionally flicking his eyes toward me as if checking in to see if I'm okay with everything.

I'm more than okay with this.

It's better than anything I could have hoped for.

Not just that Jax is here, but that Cloyce is fine with leaving the lights on and letting us see all of him. I've waited for this day to come, and I'm elated that it's finally arrived.

Jax begins to build some momentum, and as he does, Cloyce's body moves, reacting to every thrust Jax doles out.

Cloyce's hands instinctively go to cover his belly, but then he stops himself and, instead, splays one arm out onto the mattress, the other around me.

His light-brown eyes meet mine, and I can tell he's self-conscious.

"You're so hot," I say, taking in the way his body moves on the mattress. I skim my fingers lightly over his pecs, his belly, the rolls around his waist.

"All of you is so beautiful. And your body is moving because Jax is fucking you, baby. Do you know how special that is?"

A single tear slides down Cloyce's cheek. "I think… I think I actually do feel beautiful."

My own eyes start to well up that he's finally, maybe for the first time in his life, starting to feel the truth of those words.

"That's because you are."

"You really are," Jax joins in, driving into Cloyce with a new intensity and causing his body to shake even more.

"I fucking love your body," he says.

His hands land on Cloyce's pecs, and he kneads and massages them.

Cloyce stares at him as he's getting pummeled.

Then he smiles, and his eyes roll into the back of his head, and I can sense we've broken through a barrier tonight.

"Oh, yeah," he cries out.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Jax."

My chest explodes with heat hearing Jax's name tumble out of his mouth.

Jax spears into him even faster as I grab a condom, lube up, and give Jax an it's my turn now look.

We spend the next few hours taking turns fucking Cloyce, stuffing his hole and filling his mouth.

I always thought there was no hotter sight on the planet than Cloyce's body bouncing beneath me as I fucked him.

Turns out, there is.

My best friend fucking Cloyce and Cloyce's body moving and bouncing and wobbling in response is the hottest thing ever.

We spend the rest of the night and well into the early hours of the next morning exploring a world of forbidden pleasure until we collapse in a tangled, sweaty pile on Jax's bed and fall asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.