Friends, Sexcapades, And Love Affairs - 2. Of All The Gyms In The World, You Had To Walk Into Mine

Chapter Two - Of All The Gyms In The World, You Had To Walk Into Mine

Jared was contemplating which CrossFit routine to start with when someone patted him on the back. “Hey, man,” he said as he embraced Adrian shortly. “Wasn’t Sunday your rest day or something?”

“Wasn’t yours?” Adrian asked back as he sat at one of the weight machines.

“I sort of have something to work out of my system,” Jared explained, looking in wonder at the kind of weights Adrian could lift from all sorts of positions.

After Chris had left, he had tossed and turned for about one hour before falling asleep. Was he really that stupid as to kick away a real chance ar something serious with a guy? He needed to call Chris, but he also needed plenty of courage to do that. A couple of hours at the gym would help him clear his head, that had been what he thought shortly after waking up.

“What about you?” Jared asked Adrian.

His friend was working up a sweat, and he looked sexy like that. Jared never considered anything of the kind involving Adrian, but he wasn’t blind.

Adrian grunted and didn’t reply until he finished his set of reps. “Kind of the same.”

Jared stopped his pretense at exercising and looked closely at Adrian. “Was the blowjob from that dude bad or something?”

“I didn’t get that blowjob,” Adrian explained.

“Really? So you went home without getting laid at all? I guess that explains it,” Jared said and leaned in to read the weights.

“I got laid,” Adrian said.

“Then what’s the issue?”

Adrian stopped and pressed his palms against his knees. “I met an asshole.”

“That’s redundant information. Since you got laid, it’s obvious you met an asshole,” Jared joked.

Adrian smirked. One thing friends were good for, Jared was sure, was to laugh at your bad jokes.

“So, what’s the deal? How was the asshole?”

“Tight and hot,” Adrian replied, and his smile grew broader.

“And yet, you’re here working out. So did you manage to fuck all the way or --” Jared made an attempt at guessing the situation.

“I fucked his brains out,” Adrian said with self-importance.

Jared didn’t mind Adrian bragging about his conquests. Just like Adrian laughed at his jokes, he was always a listener when it came to Adrian and his crazy sex adventures. “And?” he asked, seeing that Adrian fell quiet.

“I don’t know.” Adrian ran one hand through his dark hair. “He kind of pissed me off.”

Jared shrugged. “So what? You fucked him, and then he went on his merry way, right?”

Adrian pursed his lips. “He gave me his number.”

Now Jared gave up on his CrossFit routine completely. He sat down, next to Adrian, making him scoot over.

“You guys are using this machine, or what?” Some guy asked them.

Adrian threw one arm over Jared’s shoulders. “Yeah. We’re planning to shoot a porno here. The theme is gym assholes.”

The guy stared at them for a couple of seconds, clearly slow on the uptake. Jared couldn’t bear it any longer. Trying hard not to laugh, he hurried to speak. “Sorry, man. My friend here is joking. We’re just trying out a new routine. Double lifting.”

It looked like finally, the intruder understood he was being made fun of and walked away, muttering something under his breath.

“One day, we will be kicked out,” Jared warned Adrian, who was snickering like a schoolboy after a successful prank.

“Nah, we won’t. The owner has a soft spot for me.”

“Really? Don’t tell me you fucked Mr. Stevenson, too,” Jared said in disbelief.

Adrian scoffed. “Really, dude? He’s like forty or something.”

“Forty is not old,” Jared protested, feeling a bit odd. Adrian always spoke like that, and it had never bothered him before.

“He likes that I bring him customers. I always tell people about his place.”

“Good thing we’re safe then,” Jared said. “So, where were we? Ah, the asshole gave you his number. Wait, does he have a name? Do you remember it?”

Adrian sighed. “Edward.”

“Oh, the prince is sighing. Could it be a sign that his heart of ice has melted just a smidge?” Jared said in a dramatical voice.

“Shut up, J. I’m trying to pour my heart out here.”

“Sorry, sorry, my bad. Let’s try again. Start pouring.”

“So,” Adrian started, “I go to the bathroom with this dude, and he has like, really fine lips, and I just can’t wait to feel them around my cock --”

“Adrian, man, slow down. Let’s whisper or something. I think there are at least a couple of dudes who are trying to eavesdrop. What if that guy really bought it that we want to shoot a porno here?”

“All right,” Adrian agreed with a sigh. “Anyways, I’m about to get my dick sucked, and this sexy high-class asshole cockblocks me, completely out of the blue.”

“Sexy? High class? Who? This Eddie dude?”

“J, my friend, I don’t think he has ever been called Eddie in his life. He looks like he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and all that.”

“Wow. And what was he doing in our club, then? It’s not like it’s the poshest thing in existence.”

They were all used to calling the club ‘theirs’, although they only went there to dance, drink, and eventually hook up. Jared sighed as he remembered the fiasco from the previous night.

“Hey, what’s with the sighing?” Adrian asked.

“You first,” Jared replied. “So, Edward cockblocks you.”

“Yeah. And it wasn’t the first time. I ran into him while I was chasing that confused jock with heavenly lips. I’m telling you, man, those lips --”

“Adrian, stop trying to give me a boner. Keep it to the asshole.”

“Right. Anyways, he starts riling me up, talking smack about how I’m a dick --”

“You’re a dick, and he’s an asshole. A pair made in heaven,” Jared said.

“Yeah, right? So I decide to shut him up since he obviously needs dick in his life.”

“Did you fuck him? Right there, in the bathroom? Not very high class of him, then.”

“The weird thing,” Adrian continued, seemingly absorbed with his own recounting of the story, “is that he’s not my type, but he makes me hard, you know, talking about how he would own me --”

“What? Own you? Wait, I hope this doesn’t get from a sexy movie to a horror one.”

“If you didn’t interrupt all the time, you would know,” Adrian said.

“My bad, my bad,” Jared hurried to say. “Please, continue.”

“I fuck him hard against the wall, he comes a boatload, and then he runs his mouth again about how I’m mediocre as a lover.”

“You? Mediocre? Haven’t you presented him with the long list of deleted numbers and rejected calls from your phone?”

“Not sure if that would make the right impression, though,” Adrian replied. “You see, he asked about me around the club. He has this weird idea that I could be trained or something.”

“Trained?” Jared now thought it a perfect moment to be alarmed. “Like a dog?”

Adrian nodded. “He even patted my head like this,” he said and demonstrated his words, by petting Jared’s forehead.

“So weird.” Jared shook his head. “Good thing it was just a one-time hookup. It was, wasn’t it? I bet you already deleted his number, right? Or just pretended to get it --”

“I’ll call him,” Adrian said abruptly.

“The dog trainer? Why?”

“Because,” Adrian pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, “he gives me the hardest boner ever.”

“Adrian, you’re my friend, and I love you. How about no? This guy wants to make a prancing pony out of you, by what you’re telling me. What if he is in a sect or something?”

“J, you watch way too much bad TV. Edward is just kinky, that’s all. And I’m sort of bored with the same-old, same-old, anyway.”

“Oh, you like him.”

“I don’t like him,” Adrian protested. “I sort of hate his guts.”

“Then you should forget all about him. He seems bad news.”

Adrian snorted. “Bad news, how?”

Jared took one moment to think, then drew a deep breath and let it all out. “You’re riled up good. Not a good sign. You could fall for him.”

“Fall for him? J, I know you think yourself some sort of Sherlock Holmes --”

“You guys call me that, you and Mike. I just happen to be right sometimes about various stuff.”

“Well, this time, you’re wrong. But let me hear your deduction.”

“All right. You meet this guy. He insults you; you get a boner. Tell me when was the last time that happened to you?”

“Never.” Adrian didn’t hesitate.

“Thus, exhibit A. You like him too much to feel that insulted. You believe you can change his mind. Therefore, you proceed to make a demonstration of what qualifies you as the prince of the neighborhood.”

“Whatever. Yeah, pretty much. Except for that stuff about me liking him. I don’t. I just want to bring him down.”

“A peg or two?” Jared questioned.

“More like to his knees, with my cock in his mouth.”

“Ah, so his mouth was nowhere near your cock last night?”

“He put the condom on with his mouth. Ten out of ten, impeccable technique.”

“So you got what you wanted, but it’s not enough,” Jared continued his sleuthing. “That’s exhibit B. Even more, you fuck him, but you want to do it again, which you never, never do, Adrian. And that’s exhibit C, and I rest my case. You like him.”

“Maybe a little,” Adrian agreed. “But it’s a long way from here to there, and I’m not going to fall for him. I don’t fall for anyone. I don’t work that way.”

Jared snickered. “Sure. Your blackened heart is impervious to charms. Was it because of --”

“No,” Adrian said shortly.

Jared knew Adrian had a reason to pretend to be so tough all the time. He didn’t know the details, but he had a hunch that Adrian had fallen on the invisible poisoned dagger of unrequited love. Adrian had confided some in Jared, but not the whole story, and, to this day, that was one piece of his history that remained locked even to his best friends.

“I will just tell you this, Adrian. This guy will hurt you.”

“I think so, too.”

“Ah, so you agree with me.”

“No, I just mean that if he’s into kinky stuff, he might like BDSM and who knows what other things.”

“And you’re okay with it? You’re the most straightforward gay dude I know when it comes to sex. You like oral,” Jared counted on his fingers, “anal, and guys who don’t call you the next day. For five years, you’ve been unchanged.”

Adrian shrugged. “Then it’s only reasonable that I get bored, right? Don’t worry, J. I’m on top of the situation, like always. I just need to fuck him again, make him admit that I have the best cock he ever had, and that’s all.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jared said with a sigh. “But maybe the change of scenery will do you good, after all. Five years is way too long for a heartache.”

“What heartache?” Adrian said and looked away, annoyed.

“Don’t mind me. I have no idea why I said that.”

“What about your night? I thought you were going home to sleep, but I see dark circles,” Adrian said and grabbed Jared to stare into his eyes.

“I hooked up,” Jared said in one go.

Adrian grinned. “Good for you! Wait, don’t tell me the guy was so good that you moped about it until the wee hours of the morning because he didn’t go down on one knee to propose to you.”

Jared threw his friend a weird look. “Now who’s Sherlock Holmes?”

“What? Did I get it right?” Adrian was happy like a little kid.

“Well, not to the letter, but still. I met this guy, and he’s, I don’t know, way out of my league, I mean, you know, it’s like he’s clearly wealthy, really wealthy, and just decided to pick Cinderella, aka me, from the gutters.”

“Jared, you’re not Cinderella. You have better taste in clothes. Crystal slippers? I mean, come on. What, she never heard of kicks?”

“Thanks for the joke, but let me finish,” Jared said. “He’s some hotshot financial advisor. And I’m me.”

“So the high class asshole I fucked last night wasn’t the only rich dude searching for something in our humble neighborhood.”

“Technically, the club is not in our neighborhood --”

“J, stop dallying and spill the beans. What happened with this guy?”

“He catches me before I get in my car to go home, and practically says that he likes me. Not in these words, but anyhow. And, I don’t know, I felt like there was only he and I in the street, and there’s a magic moment, right there --”

“Wow, magic moment? Did he take out his dick and was a lightsaber or something?”

“Stop it, prankster,” Jared said and punched Adrian in the shoulder, which wasn’t very efficient, given their position, but still good enough to make a point. “I felt something different, and before I could think, I blurt out if he wants to come with me. And that’s how we ended up at my place.”

“And, let me guess, he fucked your brains out.”

“He was a bit rough, but I liked it, but that wasn’t where things went awry,” Jared continued. “It’s like this: he’s barely finished – by the way, he didn’t even undress at all, just pulled out his cock – and he tells me he has to go. And I cannot help it, and I get a bit sarcastic.”

A noncommittal grunt from Adrian followed. “A bit?”

“Don’t worry. I didn’t eat him alive or anything. The thing is he tells me, out of the blue, that he would want more than a one-time thing with me, and gives me his card, and vanishes. Now, should I call him? Would I look desperate? Did I mention he’s out of my league?”

“Call him,” Adrian replied.

“Just like that?” Jared questioned.

“Did you enjoy his cock or not? If you want more of that, go ahead. Also, two times will be an achievement, right?”

Jared sighed. “I don’t want just sex. I mean, of course, I want the sex part, but I want to go on a date or something. Do I really want the impossible?”

Adrian shrugged. “Maybe you found a kindred soul, Jared. Normally, dudes in their twenties don’t care that much about relationships and such.”

Jared coughed and cleared his throat. “He’s older,” he said quickly and so softly that Adrian leaned in to catch his words.

“How much older?” Adrian asked.

“I don’t know. He looks really good, you know, like someone in a commercial about some business TV show.”

“J, stop beating around the bush. You’ve never been with an older guy. How old?”

“Forty-ish or something?” Jared said, wincing a little.

Adrian shrugged. “Is this bothering you or something?”

Jared moved his head from one side to another, but with some hesitation. “I don’t have anything against it, far from me. But it makes me feel like I’m even more out of my comfort zone. Besides the obvious wealth he has and all.”

“Have you ever had fantasies involving your dad?” Adrian asked, but it was visible that the corners of his lips were twitching.

Jared punched him, this time hard enough to make Adrian try to getaway. “My dad is a great guy, but no, what the hell?”

“I was just checking if you have some latent manifestations of the Oedipus complex.”

“For your information, Adrian, not that you would care, that’s supposed to suggest that I’d have feelings for my mom, not my dad.”

“We’re gay dudes. We should be different,” Adrian replied with a shrug.

“Still, more like his attitude makes me think he’s in his forties. He looks like he’s thirty-five, at best.”

“All right. I don’t care if my best friend is into daddies,” Adrian joked. “Mike has his fantasies with muscled tops wanting to bottom; you go for silver foxes.”

“He’s not gray,” Jared protested. “And what’s your fantasy? To be pushed around by a guy with a silver spoon in his mouth?”

Adrian scoffed. “I’m not going to be pushed around. Stop worrying so much.”

“I have to. In our little tight-knit group, I’m the designated mother hen,” Jared explained.

“Now tell me, mother hen, what keeps you from calling this guy?”

“I feel like I blew it,” Jared said and squirmed in his place.

“Not worse than me,” someone else intervened in their conversation, and they both looked up.

“Mike coming to the gym,” Adrian said and pushed himself up to grab their friend and squeeze him into a tight embrace, lifting him off the ground until he protested to be put down. “It must be the apocalypse.”

“Jared sent me a text he would be here if I wanted to hang out.”

“You two come to the gym only to gossip,” Adrian scolded them playfully. “Seriously, you’re cramping my style.”

“Like you wouldn’t get bored if we weren’t here,” Mike pointed out.

“Wait,” Jared realized what Mike had said the first thing, “what did you do last night?”

Mike sighed. Adrian pushed Jared away so that he could start lifting while carefully listening. Jared’s eyes were on Mike. “Well?” he asked, seeing that Mike was just moving from one foot to another without saying anything.

“I might not be able to come to the club with you, guys, from now on.”

“Why?” Jared asked.

“Because,” Mike said while twisting his fingers, “I might have fucked the wrong person.”

Adrian put the weight bar in its place and pushed himself up again. “Who? And let us get this one clear. Did you fuck someone, or did that someone fuck you?”

“Both,” Mike said with something akin to resignation in his eyes.

“Both?” Adrian and Jared exclaimed at the same time.

“Really?” Mike stared with his beautiful puppy eyes at them, making Jared feel a bit guilty. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“No,” Jared hurried to say.

“Yes,” Adrian said at the same time.

“Adrian!” Jared slapped his friend on the shoulder.

“You’re going to give me bruises,” Adrian warned.

“Good. How can you say that to Mike? Just look at him. Don’t you think he’s cute? Of course, he can fuck guys. And get fucked.”

“Thank you, Jared. But don’t worry. Adrian is right. I look like I’m the one with the least chances to get laid, and at a long distance from any of you.”

Jared wanted to protest again. It wasn’t fair that Mike thought so little of himself. But more pressing matters had priority. “What happened?”

“I got invited to a party,” Mike started. “This cute bartender, Jimmy, asked me.”

“It was the same bartender who served us last night?” Jared asked.

Mike nodded. “Anyway, I thought he might be interested in me, but, as it happens, he has a boyfriend. Well, I fucked his boyfriend.”

“What?” Jared expressed his disbelief now. “Mike, your parents raised you better than that.”

“Don’t I know it?” Mike said and cast his eyes down.

“Wait,” Adrian intervened, “just roll back the movie so we can understand what the hell happened. How did you fuck his boyfriend? Missionary? On all fours?”

Mike snickered, and Jared was thankful for Adrian’s sense of humor.

“I get to the party, and Jimmy says he’s going to find his boyfriend. Two minutes later, a guy comes on to me, and he looks, you know, just like my dream guy.”

“Interesting,” Adrian commented. “And that was the boyfriend?”

“Yeah. But I didn’t know,” Mike hurried to say. “I was so taken that a guy like that would talk to me that I went with him. And it was on all fours,” he added quickly.

Adrian whistled.

Jared shook his head. “And then what happened?”

“I fucked him and,” Mike struggled to find his words, “and then he fucked me, too.”

“Win all around, the way I see it,” Adrian said.

“I thought so, too, until someone comes knocking. And guess who that is?”

Jared exchanged one look with Adrian. “The bets are on the cute bartender.”

“Right,” Mike agreed with a sigh.

“You look good for someone who was into a fight over a hot boyfriend,” Adrian said.

Mike snickered again. “Do I look like someone who would be in a fight? Gino was in the shower --”

“Gino? Hmm, nice,” Adrian intervened.

“Let him talk,” Jared said.

“Anyway,” Mike continued, “he tells me to unlock the door because that’s his boyfriend.”

“Let me take a wild guess. You didn’t,” Adrian said.

“Of course not. The soonest I heard his name was Gino, I went and jumped out the window.”

Jared stared at Mike in shock. “And you didn’t break anything?”

“No. It was a low window. And we were at ground level. The party was at a house.”

“Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Yes, mom,” Mike replied, but he smiled.

Unlike Adrian, who didn’t appreciate being babied, Mike appeared to like it, and Jared liked that, too.

However, there was something that made Jared think Mike had been too quick to disappear from that party. He stared at Adrian and got the same all-knowing stare back. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Adrian?”

Adrian just nodded.

“What?” Mike asked. “I know I’m asking for too much, but until Jimmy decides to work someplace else, do you think we could hang out to some other club?”

“No need for that,” Jared replied. “Mike, I know you must have been scared out of your wits --”

“Just give it to him,” Adrian interrupted him. “Mike, my friend, you were about to get caught up in a threesome.”

“A threesome?” Mike asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. Without having Sherlock’s here power of deduction, this is what I see. Some guy takes you to a party although he doesn’t know you from Adam. He must have heard you talking to us about topping an alpha top who happens to be just like his boyfriend. So he calls his bf, tells him he found a cute twink and asks him if he’s game. You go to the party; the bf jumps you directly, gives you his nice ass – was it nice?”

“Yes, it was,” Mike admitted with a heartfelt sigh.

“Good. At least you got that,” Adrian said. “Then, as you feel great about banging the man of your dreams, Jimmy hopes to waltz in and get a piece of the pie, too. Only that you lose your marbles and jump out the window.”

Mike stared at Adrian like he couldn’t believe his ears. Then he turned toward Jared. “Is that what you think, too?”

Jared nodded and offered Mike a strained smile. “What were the chances for Jimmy’s bf to be the first guy to approach you at that party?”

“But why didn’t they just say so?”

“Hmm, maybe they expected you to freak out?” Jared offered. “If he had just said ‘hey, you’re cute, I think my bf would love to fuck you’, what would you have said?”

“I see, but still. I mean, there’s a chance I actually --”

“Gino wouldn’t have told you to open the door to let his bf in otherwise,” Adrian explained. “Oh, man, that guy really fucked you good if you didn’t see what was going on.” He began laughing, then leaned back and started lifting again.

Mike pouted, and Jared hurried to take him by the shoulders. “It’s all right, Mike. Threesomes are a bad idea, anyway.”

Mike hesitated, and Jared could tell that their shy friend actually didn’t mind the idea that much.

“Help me here, Adrian,” Jared said.

“Yeah. Threesomes, bad idea,” Adrian replied.

“Wait, really?” Jared asked, surprised that Adrian agreed with him on that one.

Adrian continued his set of reps but didn’t stop talking. “If there’s an orgy, that’s okay. You won’t be able to tell dick from asshole the next day. But in a threesome, there will always be someone who’s the third wheel.”

Mike blushed, and Jared noticed right away. “I don’t think Jimmy and Gino thought of you that way. They just thought you were cute.”

Adrian scoffed. “Jimmy and Gino might need a bit of flavor in their daily soup. Mike, don’t go there, man. These two guys either end up splitting up, or they discover they like each other more than ever. Don’t be the reason for either. Not your business. And that’s just a bit of friendly advice.”

“All right,” Mike said. “I suppose you’re right.”

“You don’t sound very convinced,” Jared noticed right away.

“The sex was hot,” Mike said in a low voice.

Adrian stood up and patted Mike on the back. “Then put that memory in the spank bank. That’s what I’d do. Hmm, guys, don’t turn right away, but fresh meat just walked in.”

Jared froze, and so did Mike. They both started laughing right away. Adrian hushed them, managing, without a doubt, to draw even more attention to their little group.

“So, what is he like?” Jared asked, without turning, but giggling with Mike.

“Hmm, expensive tracksuit, thousand-dollar haircut --”

“Really?” Mike expressed his disbelief. “Who would spend so much on having his hair done?”

“It’s just a way of saying,” Adrian explained. “Let me talk, will you? He must be in his thirties, but smoking hot --”

“Smoking hot like you?” Jared asked.

“Nah, more like a slim build, but you know, perfect shape, from what I can tell from here.”

From the corner of his eye, Jared noticed Adrian smiling. “Why the hell are you grinning?”

“He’s walking straight at us. I’m just civilized. I think his eyes are blue,” Adrian managed to squeeze that last piece of info in a hurried whisper.

Jared turned on his heels and froze in place again. “Oh,” was the only thing he uttered.

“Hey, Jared, what a nice surprise,” Chris said and walked toward him, took him by the waist and kissed him on the lips shortly in a somewhat friendly manner.

Jared was still in shock. Adrian slung one arm over his shoulders, waking him up. “Who’s this, darling?” he drawled. “Are you cheating on me again? I thought I told you two lovers on the side should be enough, even for someone with your appetite.”

Chris frowned, but only for a second. His eyes lit up with amusement, and Jared exhaled. Also, he realized he had been staring at his last-night hookup without saying a word. “Sorry, Chris. This joker here is my best friend, Adrian. And this is Mike, my other best friend,” he hurried to add.

Mike was hovering in the back, shy, as usual. Adrian shook Chris’s hand, and Mike followed his example, although he withdrew a bit too early and clumsily. Jared sighed internally. He needed to enlist Mike in some self-esteem boosting workshop or something. Nothing was wrong with him, except for his exaggerated shyness, which Jared had battled without too much success for years. He had an inkling that Mike needed to gain that on himself to make it matter. But still, as a friend, he felt for Mike.

Chris didn’t allow him time to daydream. He took his hand and looked into his eyes. “Jared, would you mind it if we talked a little?”

“No.” Jared shook his head a bit too energetically. “Guys, I’m just going to talk to Chris a little.”

“Sure.” Adrian offered him a broad smile.

Mike did the same, but more timidly, but gave him a quick thumbs up. Jared turned toward Chris. “We could go outside to talk if you want.”

“Actually, I have something better in mind.” Chris snuck one arm around his waist and began walking.

“Sure,” Jared replied, without knowing exactly what he agreed to.

***

Mike looked longingly after Jared and Chris.

“How about you do some lifting today?” Adrian took him by the shoulders and guided him toward one of the machines.

“Me? Lifting?” Mike asked, feeling a bit alarmed, but not quite able to get away since Adrian was holding him tightly.

“Yeah. Jared likes to cuddle you like you’re some fluffy pet, but in one friendly threesome, there’s some much need for some tough love. From me to you, in case you’re wondering.”

“Ah, damn,” Mike moaned. “Are you going to tell me again that I need more gluteus in my maximus? By the way, that movie sucked.”

Adrian snickered. “Yeah, it did. But you have a nice butt, Mike, and only need a bit of definition.”

“You know well that I want to top.” Mike pouted but followed Adrian’s directions as he was pushed into one of the machines, whether he liked it or not. “I don’t want to be just a nice butt.”

Adrian smirked. “You should embrace your destiny as a bottom twink. It’s the only way you’ll be happy.”

“Why? Are you scared of the competition?” Mike teased. “Do you want to be the only top on a fifty-mile radius or something?”

“My ambitions are not that high,” Adrian replied. “But I can see your potential, and, unlike Jared, I want to spank you for not understanding your place in the gay reign.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “I do enjoy being on top, you know?”

“Of course,” Adrian said. “But, if you were true to yourself, you’d admit it, find a top to give you what you really need, and be happy. Stop being afraid. It’s all I’m saying.”

Mike knew there was more than a grain of truth in Adrian’s words, no matter how blunt. While he was indeed afraid to say it out loud, he began exercising, listening without protests to Adrian’s encouragements and guiding. To entertain him, Adrian started to tell him about meeting some high-class asshole who wanted to train him or something like that. Mike only half listened, his mind still filled with the events from the previous night.

Could it be that Adrian and Jared were right, and he had been on the point of almost ending up in a threesome? The thought should have scared him a little, but instead, Mike felt a bit better about himself. So there were two men wanting him, not one. He could imagine Jared shaking his head at that.

Not even to Adrian, the uncrowned king of hookups could he admit to that. His friends had been clear about what they thought about threesomes and whatnot. Well, they could afford to have principles like that. Mike wasn’t so lucky.

At the end of it all, he was sore, sweaty, but there was a certain exhilarating sensation that made him feel better about himself.

“You know what, Adrian?” he said. “Thank you.”

Adrian quirked an eyebrow, but then smiled and pulled Mike into one of his life squeezing hugs. And, of course, he didn’t let go of him until Mike began to protest and beg. Finally, Adrian let him go and then ruffled his hair. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Really, dad?” Mike asked, biting his lips not to laugh too loudly. Already, the guys around them were throwing curious looks in their direction. They probably wondered what a gorgeous man like Adrian could see in someone like him. “If Jared plays the mommy role, you surely like being the father.”

“Hey, someone has to play that role, too, right?” Adrian said with a small laugh. “But, seriously, are you going to be fine?”

“Yeah,” Mike said solemnly. “But I think I’ll head home and watch some reruns. I’m kind of beat, after last night, and now letting you put me through the wringer.”

“Don’t forget to eat something, too. But not sweets, okay?” Adrian wagged the finger at him.

“Hey, now you’re stepping on Jared’s territory,” Mike warned.

“Actually, no. Get some protein, build some muscles. And you’ll have to come with me to the gym three times a week. No excuses, okay?”

“Okay,” Mike admitted, with some reluctance. But Adrian was right. It was good for him. “What are you going to do about the pet whisperer?”

Adrian scoffed. “You and Jared, really. You call Edward a pet whisperer, and Jared thinks he’s a dog trainer in his spare time. Actually, he’s some kind of doctor.”

“A doctor? Wow. Someone’s climbing up the ladder. The entire family would be happy to welcome a doctor in our midst.”

Adrian snorted. “Dream on. I only want to hook up with him one more time. Okay, maybe twice.”

“Adrian, are you sure you’re not running a fever?” Mike joked. “If you reach three times with the same guy, it’s practically a relationship.”

“Let’s say it’s a risk I’m willing to take. He makes me hard.”

“All is simple with you, right?” Mike asked. “But it’s great, I think.”

He hesitated. It was just on the tip of his tongue to ask Adrian what he thought if he went for trying out that threesome. But Mike knew the answer and didn’t want to hear it right now. Maybe he wouldn’t even act on that desire. So there was no point in talking more about it.

Anyway, he had a promising afternoon of watching reruns, and that was the only certainty in his life at the moment.

***

Jared followed Chris without a word. “Why are we here? Are you in the mood for a shower?”

“With you, yes,” Chris replied and caught his cheeks in his hands, and kissed him.

Little was needed for his knees to give in. All right, but the kiss was amazing, and Jared found himself grabbing at the front of Chris’s shirt and kissing back. Screw talking. For the moment. All that mattered was that the man who had entered his life just the night before wanted him as much as Jared wanted him.

“It’s kind of public,” Jared murmured, in-between kisses. “Aren’t you worried --”

“I don’t mind a bit of audience,” Chris replied. “Do you?”

Jared had a mind to argue a little, but Chris’s hands slid down his body, squeezing his chest in what could only be seen as want, and then traveled lower and snuck behind his back to grab his ass.

“I don’t think so,” he whispered.

“I dreamed about you last night,” Chris whispered in his ear while caressing it with his lips. “I hated how I left you. All I could think of was how to meet you again.”

“And then you walked into my gym,” Jared said, as his hands began to move tentatively down Chris’s shoulders, enjoying the feeling of firm muscles underneath the fabric of the tracksuit.

“Your gym?”

“Just a way of saying,” Jared hurried to explain. “I just come here.”

Chris was an expert in undressing men since Jared was soon left without his t-shirt and shorts. He would have a hard time explaining to anyone walking in why they were getting freaky in the locker room.

Chris let him be only so that he could undress, too. Jared was all eyes. Chris wasn’t the obsessive shave-all-your-body type, and Jared marveled at the perfect body hair covering his chest and going down a perfect treasure trail down to his dark pubes.

Jared swallowed as he looked at Chris’s amazing cock. The night before, it had all happened too fast. He sat on the bench and reached for the prize. Chris grunted in appreciation as he began to move his hand up and down.

“Let’s go. I want you in the shower.”

The stalls were separated, and that was a blessing, Jared thought as he left himself dragged away without a word. It wasn’t like other people didn’t sometimes use the facilities for exactly what he and Chris were about to do, but Jared tended to think that he was more of a private type of person.

It looked like all needed to make him reconsider that was a more adventurous man with a perfect body in the mood to test his limits.

Jared laughed when he was pushed under the spray of hot water. Chris’s lips were back on his, shutting him up, and they were soon humping against each other, the water slushing between them and making their bodies sleek.

“Wait,” he breathed out, “I don’t have anything, you know, like condoms --”

“Don’t worry,” Chris replied. “I won’t fuck you. I just need you.”

Jared had a mind to ask ‘what for then?’, but his mouth was taken again, and with that, his thoughts came to a screeching halt. It was pleasant like that, but the stimulation wasn’t enough. Chris’s cock was pushing into his, and, as hard as they both were, they didn’t appear to get what was needed from the contact.

“Do you want me to,” Jared swallowed once, “suck you off?”

Chris nodded and kissed him again, with tongue, making him feel like mush on the inside. Jared fell to his knees, and Chris just guided him so that the water didn’t bother him. Jared had, secretly, an oral obsession, but he was a tad afraid that his expertise wouldn’t be on par with the kind of service someone like Chris must be used to.

He locked his lips around Chris’s hard cock, and a firm hand rested on his head and then moved and wrapped slowly around his hair, slightly pushing him, making him move to an imposed rhythm.

Jared understood. This was a man in charge, always in control, and the mere idea that he would be used sent a small shiver down his spine, despite the warm haze all around them. Chris’s hand was firm, without being forceful, but Jared leaned into that guidance, whimpering around the hard cock in his mouth, now feeling hot again on the inside.

“Yes, beautiful, yes,” Chris chanted, and Jared felt a small jolt of pleasure at being called that.

He gained courage and insisted, wrapping his tongue around the engorged head, over and over again, falling into a rhythm that worked, truly worked, and he could feel, really feel, each step Chris took in his arousal until he reached that plateau, that sensation that was close to bliss, but not quite so.

Chris withdrew, taking him by surprise. “Can I come on your sexy face?”

Jared nodded.

“Just close your eyes.”

He did, and right that moment felt the warm droplets of cum falling on his cheeks, his lips, his closed eyelids. He liked the taste of cum, just like the next guy, so he dared to put his tongue out and have a bit.

“So beautiful,” he heard Chris praising him.

He was helped to his feet and then made to turn so that he faced the wall, on which he rested his palms. The hot water ran down his back, making him shiver, more in expectation of what Chris wanted to do to him.

Jared let out a moan as Chris’s hands traveled down his back and then parted his buttocks. Fingers began circling his back door, pushing only a little, returning wet after a while, going inside, deeper, more, and more, teasing him.

“Next time I’ll lick your ass until you beg me to fuck you,” Chris cooed the dirty promise in his ear.

Jared was sure no need for such extravagances was required. He would beg anyway. Chris began working his ass from the back but showed mercy in grabbing Jared’s cock, too, and giving it the good-old, good-old.

“Lick my cum from your lips, beautiful,” Chris said as he rested against him and pressed his cheek against Jared’s.

Chris engaged in naughty play right away and began gathering the still warm cum from Jared’s lips with the tip of his tongue and pushing it inside, feeding it to him.

Jared bucked his hips, unsure of whether the fingers in his ass were better or those tightly wrapped around his cock. Or the tongue teasing him, giving him, little by little, Chris’s cum, was the best, and it was true what they said about the brain being the biggest sex organ, after all.

He cried out, probably loud enough for people outside the showers to hear, but he couldn’t keep it in if he wanted. Chris kissed him softly, satiated, wiping the last remnants of the facial from earlier.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“Wow indeed,” Chris said and laughed.

Jared was terrible at making conversation after sex. There was a reason why he was pissed with all the guys he had ever hooked up with, not that they were that many. They hadn’t allowed him to master that particular art, by being too busy to go out the door without saying much.

“Hey,” he started, unsure of what he wanted to say, but a bit unnerved by the silence.

“How would you like to spend your Sunday? Do you have any plans?” Chris asked as he began to soap his back in slow, maddening circles.

Was it possible to go to sleep right there? Jared felt suddenly relaxed. “I don’t,” he managed to reply, eventually.

“Would you like to spend it with me, then?”

“Fucking?”

“I was thinking more like a fun date.”

Jared winced. He was the one running his mouth about wanting to be in a relationship, and all he did was talk about having sex. Chris was good at it, so maybe it was safe to blame it all on him.

“I would like to know you,” Chris added.

“Are you real?” Jared moaned.

The hands soaping his back so pleasantly stopped. “I apologize if I assumed --”

“No, please, stop. I would love to go on a date with you. I haven’t been on one in a while so that you know.”

Chris laughed wholeheartedly. “Me, either.”

“Seriously? You don’t go on dates, then?” Jared asked, a bit surprised.

“I do. I didn’t have someone to do that with.”

This sounded so good, actually too good to be true. Jared pondered over his next words. “Could it be that you’ve been in a relationship until recently? Something that didn’t work out?”

Chris appeared taken aback by his assumption. “What makes you say that?”

“Your comment about not going on dates,” Jared replied.

Chris pulled him from under the shower. “We could go on ours right from here if you don’t have pets to feed or --”

“No,” Jared said quickly. “Nothing like that. And my Sunday is completely free, so we could. Yeah, we could do that.”

“Great.” Chris kissed him on the forehead. “Maybe it would be a good idea to start drying ourselves, right?”

“Right,” Jared admitted, feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

It was happening. It was really happening. He was going on a date with a fantastic guy, with whom he had had mind-blowing sex twice. Who said he could hook up and have a relationship with the same guy? It looked like everything was possible.

Chris’s magnetic eyes were watching him, and Jared smiled timidly. There was something in those eyes that made him feel a bit strange. They didn’t know each other, but Jared could only hope that today’s date would be the beginning of something amazing that would last for a long time.

***

Adrian was not, by far, as exhausted as he would have expected to be after exercising at the gym for a few hours. Instead, he was way too filled with energy and had no idea what to do to get rid of it.

Usually, he would jerk off and indulge in browsing guys’ profiles on dating apps, but Sunday was a day of rest from more than just weight-lifting.

Well, he had crossed that line anyway today. Maybe he needed to go all out. The decision taken, he grabbed his phone.

His finger hovered over the newest addition to his contact list. Was it a good idea? Damn Jared and his cautions. Adrian just went for it, usually. Yet, somehow, as he stared at his phone, something was pulling him back.

For so long, he had been the adept of one-night-stands and short, intense hookups. Was he willing to change that? For what? Edward was a brand new shiny penny but was that enough for Adrian to let his guard down.

“Damn you, Jared,” he murmured under his breath.

He didn’t think of the past much. Adrian thought he was good at doing that, but Jared, the big heart that he was, he had had to go there, and rustle some pretty muddy waters.

He shrugged. Why was he getting all worked up about this? Edward was a challenge. He was an asshole with a sexy, sarcastic mouth, and he needed a good old putting in place. Adrian hadn’t lied one iota earlier when talking to Jared. He had a boner just thinking of Edward. And yeah, the guy needed cock in his life, and Adrian much preferred that he was the one to administer the treatment.

The phone started ringing, so there was no turning back.

“Hello, Adrian,” the aristocratic voice Adrian found it now easy to recognize welcomed him. “I wasn’t expecting you to call so fast.”

“Hey. Listen, are you free this afternoon?” Adrian asked casually.

He put his feet up, on the coffee table, and knocked over a cup of tea. Adrian never drank coffee, as he didn’t believe in stimulants of almost any type. Hot guys were his drug and addiction.

“What was that? I think I heard something breaking.”

“It’s nothing,” Adrian replied and hurried to the kitchen for some paper towels. “Could you come by my place?”

“Is this a booty call?” Edward sounded amused.

It made Adrian smile, too. “Yeah, it is. I bet someone like you never gets propositioned like this.”

“That would be true,” Edward admitted.

“Then there’s a start for everything. How about you come over, and I can give you what you want?”

“What I want?” Edward questioned.

Adrian could swear Edward was arranging his hair to the last strand or brushing off his lapels of invisible lint that very moment. He was all ice, and the idea was driving Adrian a little bit crazy.

“Yes,” Adrian said, hoping he sounded confident enough. “My cock inside you.”

“Is this conversation supposed to make me hot?”

“Hmm, yeah. Why?”

“It doesn’t.”

Adrian grimaced. What was the game they were playing? Somehow, they seemed to be from different movies. “Then tell me what you want.”

“That’s more like it. Well, can I be blunt?”

“Yeah. I like guys who go straight to the point.”

“I want to fuck you.”

Adrian frowned and for a second, remained silent. “You asked around about me, at the club. You should know that I don’t bottom.”

“Well, you asked. What you do and what I want can be two different things, can’t they?” Edward’s voice had inflections that made Adrian’s hunter instincts wake to life. There was a promise there, and Adrian wanted that.

“Then it’s tough,” Adrian replied. “You can’t fuck me.”

“That remains to be seen. I assure you that I am perfectly capable of engaging in intercourse from the dominant position. So it is not a matter of capabilities.”

“Not one of semantics, either,” Adrian pointed out. “But it’s all right. Sorry to have bothered you --”

“Adrian.” His name was said in a firm tone.

He hated how he stopped from finishing the conversation, his ears prickling with apprehension. Was Edward a dog trainer in his spare time? For real? He needed to make money with Jared’s premonitions and guessing powers; maybe they could start a fortune-telling website together.

“Shoot,” he said, but his own voice was a tad lower, quieter.

“I never said that I wouldn’t come. It pleases me to give you what you want.”

Adrian stopped for a second before hurrying to reply to that. “Why?”

“Ah, finally. A sign that you’re actually considering it.”

“What is this ‘it’ you’re talking about?”

“Let’s talk about ‘it’ later. Please send me your location. I would hate to keep you waiting.”

“You’re coming right now?” Adrian threw a concerned look around the room. It looked reasonably clean.

“Yes. I thought you were impatient. I would be disappointed if you told me you weren’t.”

“Yeah, I want to see you,” Adrian admitted.

“Good. That’s a very good answer.”

Edward was something; Adrian could vouch for that. He could not remember meeting anyone so cool and distant, but with so much fire burning underneath. Adrian should know; he had fucked the guy, and it had been one of the best fucks in a long time.

Dog trainer, doctor, or whatever he was, Edward would moan and squirm under him while Adrian gave it to him hard. The thought alone was enough to make him smile.

“You can go now. Evaluate your sex toy collection. Have a cold drink ready for me. I am dying to visit your place,” Edward whispered into the phone, tickling his ear like he was there.

“What would you like to drink?” Adrian asked.

“Something refreshing. I don’t consume alcohol in the middle of the day.”

“Can’t you be specific?”

“Anything will do, as long as you make it.”

Adrian snorted. “Good luck with that. Is soda okay?”

“Hmm, and just when I thought you wouldn’t mind putting in a little effort.”

“Effort? I’m saving all of that for fucking you until you can’t walk anymore,” Adrian promised.

“Your big mouth might get you in trouble someday. Soda is fine. One last thing, though, Adrian.”

“Just say it. Don’t keep me hanging.”

“Oh, but that’s exactly what I intend to do,” Edward teased. “Don’t jerk off before I get to your place.”

“Hmm, is that a weird piece of advice or --”

“Consider it a little piece of friendly warning. I don’t like being denied what’s rightfully mine.”

Adrian chuckled. “You have a way with words, Your Majesty. I can’t wait to give it to you. As many times as you want.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Adrian.”

“Never. I only make promises I can keep,” Adrian emphasized each word. “Why aren’t you here already? I might start jerking off.”

“Don’t dare, or we’ll have a problem. I usually opt for a reward system, but I don’t keep from punishment when it’s warranted.”

“Wow. That sounds sexy,” Adrian teased, in turn.

“You might find it less appealing once I turn you with your lovely ass up.”

“You really are into kinky stuff,” Adrian said.

“Told you. Present your sex toy collection when I get there, or there will be consequences.”

“All right. Such a slave driver,” Adrian muttered under his breath.

“I heard that. I will find it a delicious task to train your loose tongue, too.”

“Fuck, you’re such a tease.”

Now he was worked up pretty much.

“Then get off the phone. I’ll be there.”

“Okay,” Adrian replied, stopping from asking ‘when?’ like an impatient kid.

Sex toy collection? Damn, Adrian was sure Edward wouldn’t be that impressed. Well, it was worth a shot.

TBC