Page 6 of The Grumpy Vet (Vet Shop Boys Down Under #3)

Ryde

Of course Dario would turn this around onto me. But hey, if it means finally getting to kiss Linus, then who am I to complain?

Even if I have a…niggle.

I mean, I just kissed my best friend. Granted, in the scheme of things, it'd be classified as a pretty mild, PG-rated kiss. Just a bit of lip-on-lip action, barely any tongue.

But still.

Dario and I kissed.

And I enjoyed it.

It wasn't weird or gross or weirdly, grossly brotherly like I thought it might be. It was soft and sensual, and it made my tummy flutter in an unexpected way. And it made my dick sit up and take notice. I'd been meandering in semi-chub territory the whole time we were 'massaging' Linus, but kissing Dario sealed the deal and took me over the edge to full-on hard-on.

What is going on here?

Everything is happening so fast, my head is spinning, and I can't make sense of anything. I don't even have time to properly unpack kiss number one because I'm hurtling straight towards kiss number two.

With Linus.

I lock eyes with him. God, I want him so much. This is a gift. Dario's given me a gift. The question is, will Linus go along with it?

He meets my stare for what feels like an eternity when in reality, it's probably only a few seconds. My pulse is thrumming in my ears as I wait for him to give a sign, any sign, of which way he'll go.

Finally, with his eyes pinning me in place, he produces one firm nod. "Deal,"

he says in that deep voice of his.

"If you're good with it?"

He's kidding, right? Of course I'm good with it.

"I'm good with it,"

I reply with all the casualness I can muster, which is probably none.

"Great. You might need to make your way up to him,"

he tells me, indicating with his finger for me to move up closer to Linus's face.

See? I do still need him here.

I lower myself onto the floor and lie down beside Linus. I rub one hand across his chest and, Jesus, it's as solid as I knew it would be. Linus may have been skipping workouts lately, but the man still possesses the kind of hard muscled body guys half his age would kill for.

He rolls over onto his side and traces his fingers softly down my face. "Hey,"

he breathes, his voice deep and husky.

"Hey,"

I breathe back.

He opens his mouth, and I freeze in panic, convinced he's about to shut this down. That he's had a moment to process everything, and now that he has, he'll explain in a calm, logical, clinical tone why this is a bad idea.

But he doesn't.

He curls his hand around the back of my neck and draws me into him. The first thought I have when our lips touch is that his are slightly firmer than Dario's. That's not a good thing or a bad thing. Just different.

Linus is also a bit less hesitant than Dario. With Dario, it felt like he was waiting for me to take the lead, whereas Linus has no problem running his tongue along the seam of my mouth, and holy mother of pearl, this feels good.

Okay, no more thinking about Dario. My sole focus is on kissing Linus.

I'm.

Kissing.

Linus!

My lips part on a sigh, and with his hand still holding me in place, his tongue slips into my mouth. It's not some wild invasion, it's more measured than that, which is to be expected from Linus. He's always in control. I smile, loving that I know that about him.

As our tongues get acquainted, another hand slides up Linus's torso. Dario's. Without breaking the kiss, I gently tug him down by the arm so that he's lying on the other side of Linus.

I don't know why I say what I say next. I sure as hell don't want to stop kissing Linus, that's for sure, but the words just fall out of me, almost automatically.

"Now kiss Dario."

"You sure?"

Linus asks, his dark-hazel eyes probing me.

"I am. It'd be hot,"

I say because it would be. I have no idea where any of this is coming from. I've always been a one-guy kinda guy. I've never watched a threesome porno in my life. Why do I suddenly want to see my best friend and my boss kissing? And why is my cock throbbing so hard in my pants that it physically aches?

No. Freaking. Idea.

Linus pivots towards Dario with measured care, keeping his leg steady to avoid another flare of pain.

"Are you okay with this?"

he asks Dario.

Dario lifts himself onto his elbow and looks at me.

"Are you okay with this?"

he asks me.

There's confusion in his eyes, but it's paired with something else. I have no idea what that something else is, but I nod and reply with, "Yeah. I really am."

Then I wait, curious to see what he does next.

He studies me for a few more seconds, like he's checking for any non-verbal clues that might suggest I'm not okay with it. I get it. He's my best friend, my closest confidant. I've told him everything about my crush on Linus for close to two years, even the embarrassing streak of wet dreams I had when I first moved out here. He's probably wondering why, after years of pining for Linus, I now want to see the two of them make out.

He's not the only one. This is the wildest thing that's ever happened to me in my life. It struck right out of the blue, and yet, something about it feels so right. So natural. So…sexy.

Dario lowers onto the ground as I prop myself up, catching the moment when their lips meet. Linus goes to reach behind Dario's neck at the same time as Dario moves to do the same to him. Their forearms clash. They both smile and murmur a soft, "Sorry."

Okay, so their kiss is getting off to a little more awkward start than mine and Linus's. But with hand positions finally sorted—Dario rests his hand on Linus's chest, while Linus goes for the behind-the-neck spot—they pick up again.

It's a restrained kiss with less tongue than mine and Linus's. I wonder if Dario is holding back out of respect for me? It's nice of him if that's what he's doing, but I wish he wouldn't. I'm so turned on watching them that when it's over and Linus rolls onto his back, my hand reaches out for his bulge of its own accord. Dario notices and licks his just kissed lips, shuffling down Linus's body.

"I guess we forgot this guy when we were doing our rubdown,"

he says, with a cheesy smile that matches the cheesiness of his words, as he gives Linus's bulge a playful squeeze.

Linus lets out a low chuckle and runs his hand through his hair.

"Guess you did."

His eyes meet mine, and he arches a brow suggestively.

I don't know what gets into me. But I don't blush. I don't cower. I don't run away and hide, overwhelmed by the enormity of my feelings for this man. If he's silently willing me to do something about his situation, then consider it a challenge accepted.

I move down, joining Dario, and give Linus's cock a hearty tug through the material.

"I'll leave this part to you,"

Dario says, implying he's about to leave.

Not. So. Fast. Buddy.

I latch on to his wrist so he doesn't go anywhere and say, "Oh, I don't know. I think this is more of a two-man job."

Dario's eyes go wide, and he mouths, "Are you sure?"

"I am,"

I mouth back because this is exactly what I want. I didn't know I did until right freaking now, but there's no way I want him to leave. I want him to be here. It feels right.

"Okay, then."

He grins, and props to the guy for being able to go with the flow.

"Let's take his shorts off together. On the count of three. One. Two. Three."

Linus helps by lifting slightly so we can pull his shorts down in one smooth motion. We leave them bunched at his knees, our attention turning to the white boxer briefs he's wearing. There are multiple patches of arousal dotting the front.

"Someone's excited,"

Dario observes with a glint in his eye. He looks up at Linus.

"You got a thing for two guys?"

Linus shakes his head earnestly.

"Never have. Until…"

His eyes finish the sentence for him, darting between Dario and me.

Dario grins at me.

"We should take that as a compliment."

"Exactly."

I smile back at him, loving how emboldened I'm feeling. I've always been terrible with guys, and that goes for sex, too. I'm clumsy and awkward, and despite trying my best, I've never felt like I've truly satisfied anyone. I've never felt truly satisfied myself, either.

I reach over Linus's body and kiss Dario again. But properly this time. No holding back. No reservation.

Just my lips crashing into his then my tongue charging into his mouth, exploring a new part of my best friend. After a few seconds, he returns the kiss with just as much fervour.

Linus groans.

"So fucking hot."

It spurs us on even more. I even moan, which is something I never do. It's not purely for Linus's pleasure, it's for me. I've never felt so hot and sexy and wanted as I do right now, kissing one guy with another one watching and enjoying it.

After a few minutes of heavy making out, Dario pulls back, and we look down at the same time. Linus has added several additional patches to his quiltwork of pre-come.

"Whaddya say?"

Dario asks me.

"Should we put him out of his misery?"

I gently tap the head of his leaking dick through the material of his underwear.

"Yeah, I think so."

Working together again, Linus eases up as Dario and I slide the underwear off him, leaving it halfway down his legs, along with his shorts.

Freed, his cock is even bigger than I thought it would be. It lies flat against his stomach, reaching way past his belly button. The exposed underside is smooth except for one thick vein from root to tip. His crown is glistening, and Dario and I dive down onto it at the same time.

Linus grabs his dick to hold it up and points it towards me, letting me have the first taste. I smile.

"Why, thank you."

And then I get self-conscious.

Like I've been drenched with a bucket of ice cold water. I stare at the glistening head of Linus's cock, frozen. Fuck. I'm an idiot. I'm getting exactly what I want, what I've been imagining and dreaming about for two years, and I've suddenly got stage fright.

"Just relax."

Dario's smooth voice fills my ears.

"Take your time. And enjoy it. This looks like one motherfucking tasty cock."

Linus's dick bobs, as if in agreement, and it makes me chuckle. Instantly, I'm a little more relaxed. "Thanks,"

I say to my bestie before swooping down and taking my boss's cock into my mouth.

The salty pre-come hits my tongue, and I savour the taste of it before slowly taking more of Linus in.

"That's so hot,"

Linus groans, and Dario whispers, "It sure is."

I let their words wash over me as I bob up and down, taking a little more each time, slowly getting more and more confident and less self-conscious about how I look or if I'm doing it right. I find Dario's shoulder, then I tug him close.

Linus's dick plops out of my mouth, and I lick my lips.

"That is one motherfucking tasty cock,"

I say with a happy grin, echoing Dario's words from before.

He smiles at me. "Good."

"Now it's your turn."

He doesn't ask me if I'm sure because my voice is different than it has been all night. It's not shaky. There's no hesitation or second-guessing. There's no mistaking it, I am one hundred percent sure.

"All right then. Here I go."

And with one confident swoop, he makes Linus cry out "Jesus fucking Christ"

as he inhales his monster all the way to the base as if it's no effort at all.

My eyes bug out.

"How are you able to do that?"

He turns to look up at me, and it causes Linus's cock to fill his cheek. He points to his otherwise occupied mouth, and I grin.

"Yeah, yeah. You can't talk with your mouth full. I get it."

Linus charges his hands through Dario's dark hair, working with him as he falls into a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down his entire length. I get in nice and close so I can watch, shocked and turned on in equal measure.

I've never been able to take any guy's cock all the way like that, and Linus is by far the biggest guy I've ever been with in that department. I love how easy Dario makes it look, and I love the pleasure it brings to Linus's face. I've never seen him this elated.

I don't feel intimidated or left out at all. If anything, I'm turned on as all fuck. I yank my own cock out of my shorts, and as Dario puts on a world-class show of deepthroating Linus's ginormous dick, I watch in awe and jerk myself off.

In no time, Linus shifts his hands, stopping Dario in his tracks.

"I'm getting close,"

he growls.

Dario pulls back all the way and asks, "How would you like to come?"

Linus's eyebrows shoot up.

"There are options?"

He sounds so happily surprised that it makes me smile.

"There are."

Dario nods and grips Linus's cock as he lists them.

"In my mouth. On my face."

He turns and quirks a yes, and brow at me.

I pipe up immediately.

"Or in our mouths. On our faces."

Linus lets out a shaky breath.

"You two. Together. Fuck."

"Together it is,"

Dario says, drawing me in so that we're in the best position to catch Linus's release.

Dario takes him all the way into his mouth one final time before jerking him off. He gives me a sideways glance, checking in on me, and I latch on to his shoulder, wink, and open my mouth, letting him know I'm all in on this.

Linus's hips arch upwards, and then he's coming on us. Dario sticks his tongue out underneath the cascading torrent of cum spewing out of Linus's dick. The sight of cum dripping all over my best friend's face sends me over the edge.

My orgasm pummels into me with such ferocity I writhe and rock and spill onto the floor. When I gaze over at my cum-drenched bestie, he's wearing the wickedest smile I've ever seen.

"That was beautiful,"

he whispers.

"You're beautiful."

I blush.

I'm spent.

And when I dip my gaze, I see Dario has come, too. Jesus, I must've missed it, too caught up in the throes of my own orgasm. But shit, that was the hottest thing I've ever done.

Linus clears his throat.

"Kiss each other."

And without a second's hesitation, I yank Dario by the back of his neck and start making out with him, our tongues lapping and sharing and licking up Linus's load until every last drop of it is gone.

Okay, that was the hottest thing I've ever done.

Linus

I'm at work, and I have a boner.

I guess I can add that to the list of unexpected things that have taken place these past few days.

Requesting Ryde and Dario make out in front of me after giving me a rubdown? That's one.

Accepting Dario's offer to kiss Ryde, and Ryde's to kiss Dario? That's two.

Being treated to an epic double blowjob by two of the sexiest guys I have ever met, ending in a creamy facial and sloppy make-out session where they snowballed my cum between themselves? That's the pièce de fucking résistance. That's the reason why I'm sitting at my desk with my cock throbbing in my pants when I should be working on a new work roster for next month.

But how am I meant to concentrate on anything after having the hottest sexual experience I've had in my forty-one years on this earth? I haven't been able to think of anything else. I've been a walking hard-on ever since. Fisting my cock in the shower provides momentary relief, but it doesn't last long. I haven't been this horned up since I was a teenager. It's like being with Ryde and Dario has reignited some long-forgotten, dormant part of myself, and now that the beast is awake, the beast wants more.

Specifically, the beast wants to return the favour and get a taste of the guys because, unfortunately, when I tried to reciprocate, I wasn't thinking with my big head. I moved a little too quickly and ended up straining my quad again.

It wasn't anywhere near as bad as the first time, but it did kill the mood. They made sure I was okay then left shortly after, leaving me with a desperate longing, a need to complete an unfinished desire.

The three of us have crossed paths at work these past few days, and I'm happy to say there hasn't been any trace of awkwardness. If anything, doing what we did seems to have popped some invisible bubble between Ryde and myself, and things have felt easier and more natural. He seems more relaxed around me, and I find myself looking at him and smiling for no reason.

Dario is great, too. Not only has he proven he's a fantastic vet, he's also slotted in seamlessly with the others. We have a lot of big personalities around here, and yet he's somehow found a way to bring his big personality into the mix in a way that's fun and playful without being over the top and taking the chaos level to eleven. An incredibly difficult feat to achieve.

And I think the three of us are doing a good job of keeping things professional. Fantasising about the guys snowballing my cum aside, that is. But I only ever allow myself to indulge in those fantasies when I'm alone. In the theatre, during a joint consultation, or when we're hanging out in the staff lounge, the three of us haven't said or done anything to arouse any suspicion in the team. Which is good because no matter what happens next, I want to keep what's happening between us private. I value my privacy above all else. That hasn't changed.

A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. "Come in,"

I call out.

The door opens, and Dario enters, followed by Ryde.

"You busy?"

Dario asks.

"It can wait,"

I say, pushing myself away from the computer and gesturing to the two seats on the other side of my desk.

"What's up?"

The guys sit down.

"Well, we were just wondering if we could come over for a gym session after work today?"

I smile at Dario.

"I've told you several times you don't need to ask. Come over whenever you like."

"And I've told you several times it feels weird if I don't clear it with you first. But thank you."

"So, was that it?"

"Not exactly,"

Dario replies, then glances over at Ryde. A barely there nod passes between them.

Ryde clears his throat.

"We've, uh, been talking about, you know, what happened the other day."

I lean back in my chair. "Uh-huh."

I've been wondering about that. They live together, so what was the ride back to Ryde's place like? When they woke up the next day, did they feel anything different? Was it awkward? Did they feel weirded out by what we'd done?

I can't be sure of it, but I suspect they'd never kissed each other before our time together, which means it's also more than likely they'd never shared a cock, either. How has doing something like that impacted their friendship?

Ryde takes a deep breath then says, "We wanted to check in with you. Make sure things are okay at your end."

Oh. I wasn't expecting that.

They've been thinking about me? About how I'm doing? An unfamiliar flutter stirs in my chest. I guess I'm not used to people caring about me, which sounds about as sad and pathetic as it is.

"I've been… Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

Dario leans in, the golden flecks in his eyes catching the late afternoon sunlight that's streaming in through the blinds.

"Because, let's face it, we crossed a line, and we want to make sure things are…cool."

My hand moves absently against my stubbled chin.

"Everything is cool at my end. What about you guys?"

A pause.

They glance at each other then back at me. I wonder who will speak first. I have a feeling it'll be Dario.

"We are,"

Ryde says, and a small grin tugs at the corner of my mouth. I'm loving this newfound confidence of his.

"Which is kind of weird given how unexpected everything was. We never could have anticipated what unfolded."

"Tell me about it,"

I agree with a low chuckle.

"But we actually feel good. Right?"

Dario nods his head.

"We do. And it's great how it hasn't been weird at work at all."

"I'm glad for that, too."

I square my shoulders.

"I have no right to tell you what you can or can't say and to whom, but I'm a very private person, and Scuttlebutt is a small town…"

"You don't have to worry, Linus,"

Dario cuts in.

"We're not going to tell anyone. We have each other to talk to."

"And we want you to know you have us to talk to,"

Ryde adds.

"If you want to, that is."

That unfamiliar feeling twists inside me again at their thoughtfulness, at them making an effort to include me and consider what I'm going through as I navigate my way through the experience we shared.

"Thank you. That's very nice of you. Both."

A beat of silence passes.

"We, uh, had a look at your appointments for this afternoon,"

Dario says, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

I frown.

"I don't have any appointments this afternoon."

His lips stretch triumphantly.

"Exactly… Don't suppose you want to join us for a workout?"

I glance between them, unsure if I'm reading the sly smile on his face correctly. Is he suggesting a repeat performance…or, wait, is he actually asking me to join them for a training session?

I lean back in my chair and run a hand through my hair. It's been a good decade since I've been in a relationship—not that I'm saying this is what this is—and it's clear I'm way out of practice when it comes to these…to these…interpersonal things.

"Just to be clear,"

Dario says when I take too long to respond.

"We can do a workout, and then you can show us your prized cock."

He smirks, tipping his chin up.

"And then you can finally show us your roosters we never got around to seeing."

I grin at him. Ryde's smiling, too.

This is wild.

I can't believe I'm even entertaining this.

These guys are not only my staff members, they're way younger than me. Not to mention Ryde is my best mate's son.

But the dick wants what the dick wants, and my dick is more than ready to have some fun and return the favour to these guys.

Yeah, that sounds fair. I'll square out the ledger, equal things out, and then that will be it. One final hurrah before sensible Linus returns from wherever the fuck he's wandered off to.

"All right,"

I say.

"Let me finish up here, and I can meet you guys at my place at four."

"Awesome."

Dario flashes a megawatt smile as they stand.

"We'll see you then…Boss Man."