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I couldn't move. “Matthew.”

He buried his face in my neck and grabbed my ass. That snapped me out of it. I began a slow stroke, and his hips drove forward.

The front door opened and slammed shut. Keys jingled and scraped their way across a hard surface, then clanked as they fell. Richard charged past the kitchen doorway and kept going. His shoes smacked each step hard.

Matthew's hands tightened on me. “Something's wrong.”

“Will the food keep?”

“Yeah. I'll warm it later.”

We hurried up the stairs and found Richard in the shower, the bathroom filled with steam. I flipped on the overhead vent, and we undressed, neither of us saying a word. I opened the shower door. Richard was leaning against the ceramic tiles, his head tilted back, his body half under the water as if he hadn't had the energy to make it all the way in. The raised scar on his chest glowed, surrounded by heated, angry, red skin.

I reached in and wrapped my hand around his neck. His eyes opened at my touch.

“C'mere,” I said.

He groaned and moved forward. He crushed his mouth against mine. He didn't give me a chance to join him under the water. He stepped out of the shower, not letting go of me. His body shook. His hands dug into my hips and yanked me against him. His cock swelled and came to life as our tongues fought. Matthew's lips found his neck, and Richard groaned louder. I stepped back.

Richard's arms snaked around Matthew. He drove their bodies together with urgency. The big hands forced Matthew's hips to move faster. Their mouths opened wider. They drove their tongues deeper.

I fetched a condom from the medicine cabinet and settled on my knees next to them. I licked at Richard's hip and delighted in the taste of his skin. The position of my head must have given Matthew a clue. He shifted around behind Richard and sank to his knees.

I rolled the condom on Richard, licked his length, and swirled the tip of his cock. I felt him harden more. Not the way I felt him harden in my hand. In my mouth, every suck and flick caused a different reaction from him. I understood what he liked best when he was in my mouth. I loved sucking his dick. It was tough to take him in far, but the stretch of my mouth, the tight fit, and the way he pulsed as I scrubbed my tongue along the underside triggered a twitch in my ass and sent my own cock barreling toward desperate need.

I knew the moment Matthew's mouth met his ass. Richard's legs spread wider, and his begging transformed into whimpers. He rocked between us. “Oh God. I need this. Need you two. Your hands. Your mouths on me.”

His hands coiled through my hair. At first, he petted. Then he tugged me farther onto him. I relaxed my throat and took him in. My hands seized his hips and encouraged his thrusts until he came.

“Thank you. Oh God. Thank you.”

His dick slipped from my mouth, and I helped him with the rubber. His shaking legs buckled. He collapsed and landed on his hands and knees.

“Fuck me, kid?” The words were a croak instead of his usual strong voice.

Matthew's eyes shot open wide. His hand stilled on his own prick. “Uh, yeah.”

Richard spent the next few minutes on his hands and knees with Matthew pumping into him. Richard's hand sped over his dick as soon as it was erect again.

I put off touching myself as long as I could.

“Luke, c'mere,” Matthew said. “Stand over Richard.”

He always did have the best ideas. I got a rubber on and straddled Richard's back. I held my cock to Matthew's mouth and brushed it across his bottom lip. He opened and took me in. No matter what else he was doing, no one gave head the way he did.

The small room filled with moans, mine and Richard's, sounding loud for two men. I didn't last long, and Matthew came soon after me. Richard's hand flew faster over his own cock. He hollered, and his cum splashed onto the floor.

He fell forward. “Shit. These tiles hurt my knees.” His sated, giddy laughter had Matthew and me laughing with him. He rolled over and lay on his back, a forearm draped over his eyes, a loose grin on his lips.

Matthew sat on the edge of the tub. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Don't,” I said. “He's smiling now.”

“Thanks, kid,” Richard said. “Just get tired of people and their opinions of me and how I live my life.” He sat up. “There's something I'd like to ask you both. Why don't we talk over dinner? It may not be as big a deal as I'm making it out to be.”

“I can have the food heated up in a jiff.” Matthew hopped into the shower and rinsed off. He had the table ready by the time Richard and I made it to the kitchen.

We were finishing eating when Richard brought it up again. “A friend of mine's throwing a dinner party this weekend. He has a few clients who might be willing to invest in my latest project.” He took a last bite of his food and shoved his plate aside. “I'd like to bring someone with me.”

“Someone?” Matthew said.

Richard rolled his eyes. “One of you.”

I grabbed his and Matthew's plates and stacked them on top of mine. “You're out at work?”

He met my stare. “I don't advertise, but I don't hide who I am. Most people I've done business with know. But I've never brought two men anywhere. Might be difficult for people to understand.”

“That's an understatement,” I said. “Being gay is hard enough for people to accept. Add in the two of us... ” I waved a hand through the air as I searched for the right words. “That might cost you.”

“I was thinking the same thing. I hate the thought of keeping one of you out, but honestly, I don't want to go