Page 8 of The Year of Us: April

Jason thought for a moment. “Reese is aware of what I’m into, but for the sake of transparency, no blood. Watersports is fine if previously agreed on. No surprise showers. And condoms for penetration.”

“This is Reese’s show. I’m merely an observer. Would you prefer I be silent?”

Jason shrugged. “It’s up to you.”

“Reese? Limits?”

He looked at me, then forced his gaze away and looked at Jason. I watched how his body stiffened before he spoke. Like he was bracing himself for something.

“I don’t want to have sex.”

My heart slammed against my ribcage so hard I thought everyone might have felt the shockwave ripple through the room. It wasn’t that I was surprised that he didn’t want to fuck Jason. Not everyone was comfortable fucking someone else in front of the man they were already fucking. It was that I was shocked by how much I fucking loved that he didn’t want Jason that way. That he was willing to dominate him, to lead him through a scene and some aftercare, and then send him on his way afterward.

“That’s not an issue for me,” Jason said simply. Then he smiled bright and wide. “I’ll go see Barclay and Val after. Don’t worry about me.”

“Limits, Cory?”

The sound of Reese’s voice snapped me out of me head and brought me back to the moment. My cock throbbed, trapped in my pants. I was already hard to the point of desperation and we hadn’t even gotten started.

“Don’t ignore me. I don’t want you to pretend I’m not here. I want you to know I’m here and do it anyway.”

Reese sucked in a breath and, after a moment, he gave me a short, sharp nod. “Okay.”

“Where did you want to go?” Jason asked. “What did you want to do to me?”

Reese looked at me, then back at Jason. He seemed more settled now that the rules had been established. Not that he was unsettled before, but there had been a shift in his demeanor, a bloom in his confidence.

“I know exactly what I want,” Reese said, his voice clear and bold.

My cock throbbed. So did I.

CHAPTER 7

Reese

I usheredCory and Jason into the nearest open playroom and closed the door behind me. The lock engaged automatically, and at the sound of it, Jason turned and gave me a wry grin.

“If I’ve never told you before, you look fucking gorgeous with that harness on.”

“You have,” I said, an unexpected heat flooding my cheeks. “Cory, sit up on the bed there, please.”

“I thought we weren’t having sex,” Cory said, but did as I told him anyway.

“The couch just felt too much like a cuck.” I shrugged.

Jason ran his hand through his long brown waves, laughing at the both of us before reaching back behind him to grab his shirt. He pulled it up and over his shoulders, then tossed it onto the couch.

“Do you want me on my knees, Reese?” he asked.

I’d played with Jason more than a few times over the years, fucked him almost as many, and he’d never once called me Sir. I’d never asked him to, either. The honorific wasn’t something important to me, but something about the way my nerves sangwhenever Cory used it on me had, for the first time, shown me the appeal of that whole song and dance.

“I want you to take off the rest of your clothes,” I said.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Cory slowly rub his hand over his groin, readjusting not just his cock but also his body on the bed.

Jason was a good listener and a fun man to scene with. He wasn’t a masochist, but he didn’t hate pain, and he wasn’t a submissive, but he wasn’t scared to get on his knees. He liked to fuck without attachment, which for many years made him the perfect man for me.

Jason stripped himself naked and faced me with his palms up, every muscle in his body begging the questionwhat next?