Page 14 of The Grumpy Vet (Vet Shop Boys Down Under #3)

Linus

I'm in a relationship.

Halle-fucking-leujah! About bloody time, too.

Ryde, Dario, and I have officially been together for a month now. After so many years of being single and accepting that I was likely to stay that way for the rest of my life, it's a mindset shift to adjust to this new reality.

One I'm happily getting used to.

Even if there isn't all that much I need to get used to. Nothing's really changed from what we've slowly stumbled into over the past few months. We're basically joined at the hip at this point, the three of us working, training, and hanging out together.

If you'd have asked me previously how I'd react to a situation like this, I probably would've called it one big nightmare. After so many years alone, I'd gotten used to my own company, and for the most part, I was fine living that way. Even when I occasionally daydreamed about some hypothetical relationship, I never pictured one so intense, so involved, so always there in each other's faces.

I would've thought it'd feel suffocating. I like my space, and I like my quiet, but with these two, I like their company and banter even more. This doesn't feel restrictive or too intense or anything bad. This feels like a honeymoon. One I hope never ends.

Ryde and Dario are walking a few paces ahead of me, holding hands—without me even having to request it. It's like they know I'll never get tired of seeing them touching each other—headed for what's become our favourite private water hole.

The air shimmers with heat as we crest the small hill, my shirt damp with sweat, the picnic basket I prepared heavy in my hand, but we're almost there. I'm grateful to the guys at the clinic for stepping up and offering to work today. Wilby even flew in a day early so that the three of us could enjoy a Thursday morning together like this.

Maybe they're taking on more shifts because they're great guys and are being supportive, or maybe it's because they're acutely aware of the thing the three of us are deliberately avoiding facing—Dario leaving in a few short weeks.

I know we should talk about it, but I've avoided bringing the topic up because it seems so unfair to talk about things ending when we've only just gotten to the beginning. Ignoring it won't change a damn thing, but at least we get to enjoy the precious time we have together and create some good, fun memories. There'll be plenty of time for heartbreak and depression later, I'm sure.

"Almost there,"

I call out as a patch of blue nestled between dry gums and sunbaked rocks comes into view.

"That's what you'll be saying as we edge you later today,"

Ryde says, smiling playfully over his shoulder as Dario lets go of his hand and pulls him in by the waist.

My cock responds immediately, tenting my shorts. I love seeing Ryde growing more confident. I love Dario feeling better about his body. And I love watching them both together, especially when they work my cock between their skilled hands and lips. It's like we were meant for each other, three pieces that fit so perfectly together.

My throat is dry from the heat when we reach the watering hole, so I grab my water flask and offer it to Dario. He curls his fingers around it and smiles sexily.

"After you, baby."

It's a small gesture—letting me take a sip first—but it still hits me right in the chest. It's the thought behind it, him placing me before himself, that I'm responding to.

I take a few gulps then offer it back to Dario. He takes a few swigs then quickly hands it over to Ryde. Ryde tilts his head back and quenches his thirst, and because I'm as horny as a hellhound these days, I can't help but get turned on by the way he's swallowing.

Ryde holds the flask out to Dario who's got a wicked glint in his eye. Instead of taking it from him, he curls his fingers around Ryde's hand, brings their heads together so they're touching, then guides Ryde to lift the flask above them. A stream of water pours over their faces, and yep, I'm hard as fucking granite.

"That's wasting water,"

I admonish them with a grunt and a grin.

"Besides, my cock is getting jealous."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?"

The flask gets discarded onto the dirt, and my two guys are on me, working in tandem, with Ryde taking care of unbuckling my belt and Dario working on the zipper. My shorts get dragged halfway down my legs, swiftly followed by my boxer briefs.

My cock swings free, almost taking Dario's eye out. He manages to dodge out of the way in time then grabs the back of Ryde's head, and they slowly bob up and down together on each side of my shaft. I keep my gaze focused on them as a deep growl emanates from my chest. Fuck. There is no hotter sight on the planet than seeing the two guys I'm falling in love with feasting on my cock together.

I still haven't figured it out, why seeing the two of them together drives me wild like this. Whether they're working out, or making dinner in the kitchen, or handing each other a jigsaw piece at the dining table, my mind short-circuits, and all I feel is love.

I'm also really happy with how their relationship is unfolding as they navigate from being friends to more than friends. That's occurring at the same time as Ryde and I do the same, and while Dario and I develop our own relationship.

When I think about it like that, it's crazy how relatively easy this whole thing has been. It has all the makings of a world-class clusterfuck with the potential for mixed signals and miscommunication to mess things up, but we've somehow managed to steer clear of all that for the most part.

My balls pulse, and I feel myself getting close. The guys have covered my cock with a slather of saliva, but I don't want to come yet. I grab a fistful of hair in each hand and yank them off me. Dario has saliva running down his chin, and Ryde's blue eyes are a wild ocean on a stormy night. He especially likes it rough. It's always the quiet ones, right?

I hold them in position, feeling a surge of domination and pride roll through me. Then, without warning, I drag Ryde onto my cock, forcing myself into the back of his throat. He chokes. I pull him all the way off.

"You like that?"

His eyes are blazing.

"Fuck, yeah. Do it again."

So I do it again. And again. And again. And again. Piercing my cock into him, using his mouth as a fuckhole.

During this, Dario has taken Ryde's cock out of his pants and is blowing him. But all I can see is the top of his head. I want a better view.

In fact, I want something else, too.

"You two, naked. Now,"

I command.

Ryde wheezes as I push him off my dick, catching his breath, while Dario pops his head up with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Your wish is our command."

And because he knows me so well, and probably because he can see Ryde is in no headspace to be able to undress himself, he says to him, "Let me get you out of these clothes, baby."

He then kisses him, a gentle kiss, barely a hint of tongue but enough for him to say "I can taste your cock on him"

at the end.

Dario gets up first and helps Ryde to his feet. He's a little unsteady, his face still flushed, his cheeks streaked with tears from the brutal face fucking he just copped from me. With his gaze flitting between me and what he's doing, Dario slowly starts to strip Ryde off. First his shirt. Then his shorts. Then underwear, socks, and shoes until he's standing completely naked, his lean, toned body glorious as the heat of the sun beats down on us.

Ryde seems to have snapped out of whatever trance he was in, and with a seductive lick of his lips, he turns his focus to returning the favour. He reaches for the hem of Dario's shirt, and Dario's hand reaches out to stop him.

Clasping his forearm, he stares straight into Ryde's eyes. Ryde meets his gaze and smiles warmly.

"It's okay. I won't take your shirt off if you don't want me to. But, for the record, you look hot."

Ryde is one hundred percent correct. Dario does look hot, and not because he's lost weight and toned up, but because he's just sexy as fuck, with or without a bit of a belly. I want to say that to him, but I also don't want to inadvertently put any pressure on him. It's his choice whether the shirt stays on or not, like it has been every time since our blowjob in the shower. It's always his call.

He offers a faint nod.

"You can take it off,"

he says quietly to Ryde.

Ryde's smile grows, but he moves slowly, almost as if he's silently giving Dario a chance to change his mind. But he doesn't, saying nothing as Ryde peels his clothes off his delectable body one item at a time until he's standing naked in front of me, too.

Being a few years older than Ryde, Dario's frame is a bit more solid, more filled out. He's got a slight smattering of dark hairs over his pecs, whereas Ryde is completely smooth.

"So,"

Ryde asks, hooking his arm around Dario's neck and turning to face me.

"What would you like to do with us now?"

The answer launches out of my mouth like a bullet train.

"I want to fuck you both."

Dario

"I want to fuck you both."

Linus's words snake around my body, leaving a trail of cold sweat pimpling on my skin, despite it being another scorching hot day in the outback.

I can't bear to look at either Linus or Ryde, so I stare down at my feet on a patch of grass surrounded by red dirt.

"I… I don't know about that, Linus."

I've had guys mistake my outward confidence as a sign that I'm an easy fuck before. Nothing could be further from the truth. I've slept with a grand total of four guys, all in relationships, all monogamous, all when I've been secure in my feelings.

"I've never had casual sex before,"

I add by way of explanation.

A moment passes, and then two hiking boots come into view. A warm finger lands under my chin, and Linus gently tilts my head up until my eyes find his dark eyes staring back at me intently.

"I will never pressure you to do anything you're not ready for, but I just need to say one thing."

He takes a breath, and I can feel the affection pouring off him.

"This isn't casual. At least not for me. I'm falling for you both. Hard."

He briefly looks away to Ryde, motioning for him to step in closer.

My bestie's hand slides around my waist.

"This isn't casual for me, either. I have very strong feelings…for both of you."

I chance a glimpse at Ryde. His eyes are filled with affection like Linus's. "Really?"

I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Really,"

Ryde assures me, rubbing his other hand in small circles over my pecs.

"I'm falling in love with you, Dario. More and more each day, just as I'm falling more and more in love with Linus. It's this never-ending loop, and it's the best fucking thing in the world."

So many emotions erupt inside of me. Relief. Joy. Excitement. Hope.

I look between them both, and the one emotion that rises to the top in this moment is safety. I feel so safe with them both. Whether it's them telling me my body is fine—hot, I believe is the word they used—or just knowing that they'll never betray me or lie to me or steal from me. These guys aren't just a new beginning, they're also the end of years of mistakes and heartbreak and bad decisions.

"I'm ready,"

I say with a definitive nod.

"I want to do this."

"Are you sure?"

Linus's calloused palm cups my jaw.

"We can wait. There's no rush."

As soon as the words are out, his eyes darken. We all know that's not true. My time in Scuttlebutt is coming to an end in a few short weeks.

But fuck thinking about that now.

"I'm sure."

A blistering silence ensues as our gazes flick between us. Ryde breaks it by saying, "We've, uh, never spoken about who does what. You know, tops and bottoms, and all that."

"I'm a top,"

Linus tells us.

"Exclusively."

"I'm a bottom,"

Ryde says, his cheeks turning rosy.

"Exclusively."

They both turn their attention to me. I grin.

"I'm vers. Exclusively."

"I brought supplies, including condoms,"

Linus says, clearing his throat.

"Safety first, and all that."

He smiles at Ryde as he echoes his words.

"I haven't been with anyone since my last test, which, admittedly, was years ago," he adds.

"I got tested before I came out here. After the whole Quade thing, I thought it best to be sure, and once I got over what he gave me, everything came back clear," I say.

"Same here,"

Ryde chips in.

"I've been waiting and waiting for my hot boss to make a move…"

"Maybe he just needed some time,"

I say with a cheeky smile.

"No, baby."

Linus takes hold of my hand.

"We needed you. You're the reason why nothing had happened."

"That's right,"

Ryde agrees, stepping in close.

"None of this works without all three of us. Including fucking me. Which can we get to? Now? Please."

"Hey, this isn't a personal training session, mister,"

I tease, but I join Linus in getting undressed anyway.

"No need to be all bossy."

"Oh, I don't know."

Linus stops with his sock halfway off his foot.

"I don't mind a bossy bottom myself."

We discard our clothes, drop to our knees on the blanket Linus has laid out, and start making out, all hungry hands and sweet lips, touching and exploring each other's naked bodies under the blazing sun. Three-way kissing isn't as precise as one-on-one kissing is. It all comes down to the angle, and with more variables involved, it's never the same kiss. Which I love.

"So, how do we do this?"

Ryde, in desperately needing to get fucked mode, asks.

Linus and I look at each other.

"I think you should fuck Ryde. First,"

I add, since I definitely want a go, too.

"And what about you?"

Linus asks me.

"Are you okay if I fuck you as well?"

I slide my hand down his hard chest.

"More than okay. Now let's get Ryde prepped. Maybe you can fuck some of that attitude out of him?"

Linus chuckles, Ryde pouts, and I tear into Linus's backpack to pull out a bottle of lube.

Ryde lies down on his back in the middle of the blanket, propping his legs up on my and Linus's shoulders. I hand Linus the bottle and ease back on my haunches. It feels right that he takes the lead here. I still feel involved, but these guys have had two years of buildup to reach this point. I want them to have this moment. I feel lucky to be here, witnessing it.

Linus moves with a slow but focused precision, greasing up one finger at a time to loosen Ryde up. My eyes dart between Ryde's pink hole getting expertly opened up and his face, his expression flitting from sweet to downright filthy every few seconds.

Once he's confident Ryde can take him, Linus grabs the box of condoms out of his backpack. Ryde stops him.

"No. I want to feel you."

"Are you sure?"

"I am. Both of you."

His head turns towards me.

"I want to feel both of you."

"I'm the same,"

I say to Linus.

"Happy to go bare."

And with that, Linus throws the box over his shoulder, lubes up his giant cock, and positions himself at Ryde's entrance. Keeping his eyes on Ryde, he slowly sinks into him. Ryde's breathing quickens, shallow little huffs filling the air as Linus makes his way in, then out, in a little deeper, then out again, continuing like this until he's fully seated in Ryde.

As they go for it, I grab some lube and start working on getting myself ready for Linus.

"Fuck, that's hot,"

he mutters the second he notices me fingering myself.

"Come closer."

I slide myself closer so that as Linus fucks Ryde, he takes over prepping me at the same time, deftly stretching me out with his thick fingers.

And then he swaps, sliding out of Ryde, replacing his cock with fingers so Ryde isn't left empty, and lines himself up to me. I stare into his eyes, a breath whooshing out of me as he hammers into me in one swoop.

"Fuuuuck!"

My whole body ignites, pleasure erupting from my chest and spreading out in every direction as every inch of Linus fills me.

"You okay?"

he checks, going still.

"Yeah,"

I pant.

"Just…you're big."

"The biggest,"

Ryde murmurs, his eyes closed with an ecstatic smile on his face. Linus might have stopped moving in me, but his fingers are playing Ryde's hole like it's an instrument. And Ryde loves it, his body writhing in pleasure from the touch.

"Move,"

I tell Linus, drawing his eyes back to me.

"I want you to move."

And so he does, slowly at first, pulling all the way out and then sliding all the way back in. Nice, deep, long, even strokes until I feel my walls loosen and wrap around him. He throws his head back.

"You both feel so good."

"Harder,"

I say, giving his nipples a pinch.

He pounds into me harder, and that's it. I lose whatever self-control I had left and totally surrender to him. It's only hearing Ryde's groans that wakes me up and makes me say, "I have an idea."

Linus pulls out of me, and I scooch over to Ryde, planting a hot, sloppy kiss on his mouth. I turn sideways and smirk at the sight of Linus losing his mind, roughly stroking his cock as he watches the show we're putting on for him.

"Get on your hands and knees,"

I murmur into Ryde's mouth.

He flips around and gets into position. I take hold of his hips and guide my cock to him. I don't know where the lube is, so I spit down on my cock and trust he's still lubed up from Linus fucking him.

"Tell me if this hurts,"

I say as I carefully enter him.

"It burns just a little, but it's so fucking good."

He drops onto his elbows, sticking his arse up, and the change of angle is perfect, allowing me to really fuck into him.

"You."

I point at Linus.

"Fuck me from behind."

"Geez, now you're the bossy one,"

he mutters good-naturedly, getting into position.

"I can't keep up with you two."

"Yes, you can."

I lean over my shoulder and kiss him.

"You're not that old. Now hurry and fuck me."

His thick fingers slide around my throat, and with one intense shove, he fills me all the way up. Breath escapes my lungs as I get used to the feeling of fullness. That fullness combined with the heat of Ryde's body enveloping my cock… I think I've officially died and gone to heaven.