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Jake’s brain shuts down for a moment after Amy says
it, mouth falling open. Amy’s straddling his hips, sitting on top of him in an
NYPD t-shirt and nothing else.
“A—a what?” he asks. “Did you just—what?”
Amy smiles awkwardly and shrugs, repeats, “I’ve got a
friend from college who’s coming to visit and—we could maybe have a threesome.”
“…Amy,” he says. “Santiago.”
“You sound horrified,” Amy says, sighing. “God, I’m
sorry, I horrified you. I thought guys were into this kind of thing.”
She starts to climb off of him and Jake grabs her
waist to keep her there, laughing. He leans up to press a kiss to her mouth,
and Amy raises her eyebrows at him when they part.
“This is not my horrified voice,” Jake says. “You’ve
heard my horrified voice, after that one case with the animal hoarding and the—”
“Ugh, don’t say it,” Amy says, making a face.
“The dead maggoty
raccoon,” Jake says. “See? That was my horrified voice. This—” he moves his
hands down to slide them underneath Amy’s t-shirt, wrapping them around her
waist again, feeling when Amy takes a deep nervous breath before he lowers his
voice and continues, “This is my oh my god, my girlfriend is amazing voice.”
“Yeah?” Amy asks, smiling.
“Yeah,” Jake
repeats.
*
After Jake shows Amy exactly how amazing he thinks she
is—twice—he wipes his face off on her
sheets and crawls up to lay down next to her, where she’s blissed out and
smiling.
“You really took my notes to heart,” she says, turning
her head to give him a soft look.
“I aim to please,” Jake says. “You, I mean. Sexually.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” Amy says, leaning in to kiss him
on the nose.
“Hey,” Jake says. “Speaking of being pleased sexually,
tell me about your adventurous college friend. Were you two sorority sisters?
Did you have sexy pillow fights? Can we have
a sexy pillow fight?”
“I wasn’t a sorority girl,” Amy says. “Brian was in a
frat, but it was one of those academic ones, not the gross ones.”
“Who’s Brian?” Jake asks.
“My college friend,” Amy says.
“…is that a cool modern gender ambiguous girl’s
name?” Jake asks, faintly.
“No,” Amy says. “Brian’s a guy.”
“You’re really full of surprises,” Jake says. “You
want to sleep with two guys?”
“I kind of thought—you
might want to,” Amy says, sitting up to look down at him. “Not two guys—that
would be okay, too, though, I’m cool—but one. And me.”
Jake stares at the ceiling for awhile, working through
it in his head. On the one hand: sexy sorority girl fantasies. Feathers
everywhere. Ladies kissing in a totally appreciative but not objectifying way.
On the other hand.
Dudes kissing. Maybe there are some feathers there. It’s
not—it’s not bad.
Amy smooths a hand up and down his arm, looking
concerned until he sits up and says, in one breath, “Yeah, okay, let’s do it.”
*
“Have you kissed a guy before?” Amy asks, over dinner
the next day.
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Jake asks.
“Yep,” Amy says, smirking. “I’ll tell you mine if you
tell me yours.”
“Eduardo Meyers, sophomore year of high school,” Jake
says, holding up one finger. “We ironically made out during a game of Spin the
Bottle only he was the only one being ironic, I was super into it.”
“Aww,” Amy says. “Baby Jake.”
“Don’t interrupt my gay backstory,” Jake says, holding
up a second finger. “Some guy at a club in college who was mysteriously not
turned off by my complete inability to dance like someone who isn’t have a
seizure. And three—Boyle.”
“Shut up,” Amy says, grinning and hitting the table,
jostling their plates. “Except don’t, tell me everything.”
“It was just a bro hug gone terribly awry—nobody
should ever let me near tequila—and you
will not speak a word of it,” Jake says, pointing at her with the three fingers
he was holding up.
“Does Gina know?” Amy asks.
“No, she does
not,” Jake says. “And she never will. Now—tell me about your lesbian
experimentation.”
“You know my friend Victoria?”
“Hot Victoria?” Jake asks, then winces. “Oh my god, I
only call her that in my head, I’m so sorry and you are way hotter.”
“We dated for five months,” Amy says, smiling when
Jake gapes at her.
“Wait, are you legit bi?” he asks.
“Yeah, I guess so. Are you?” she asks, smiling wider.
“All signs seem to point to that,” Jake says. “I guess
we’ll find out for sure next week when we have a sexy devil’s threesome. Geez. Is
it possible that we’re, like, a really, really
cool couple?”
“It’s possible,” Amy says, reaching over to lace their
fingers together on top of the table.
“Somebody should make a movie about us,” Jake says,
shaking his head. “Two sexually ambiguous loose cannon cops, upholding the law,
banging some dudes—wait, nope, I’m describing porn.”
*
Brian’s really nice. Brian laughs at Jake’s jokes and
has big hands and dark skin and smiles at them both like they have a big
wonderful secret—which they do. They do have a secret. A sexy secret.
“Do we really get to have sex with this weirdly
perfect dude?” he whispers to Amy, while they’re out having dinner.
“If you can be cool about it,” she whispers back.
“I thought we established that we’re both incredibly
cool,” he whispers back, frowning.
“So,” Brian says, giving them an amused look. “I can
hear everything you’re saying? Now might be a good time to talk this whole
thing out.”
“This whole thing,” Jake says, “meaning the sex?”
“Yes,” Brian says, laughing. “The sex.”
*
They talk it out like rational adults and Jake only
blushes and nervously laughs, like, through most of it, and Amy holds his hand
under the table and says, “I want to watch you two. Is that okay?”
“I’m okay with that,” Brian says. “Jake?”
“Yeah,” Jake whispers, then clears his throat and
says, too loudly, “Yes, absolutely, I’d love to have sex with you while my
girlfriend watches.”
The couple next to them turns to look at them with
wide eyes.
“Sounds like we have a plan, then,” Brian says,
brightly. “Should we skip dessert and get straight to it?”
“CHECK, PLEASE,” Jake says, giving up on being able to
control the volume of his voice in favor of flagging down their waiter. Amy
squeezes his hand under the table.
*
There’s a whole foreplay thing where Jake kisses Amy
and Amy kisses Brian and Brian kisses Jake and it’s all very slow and wet and kind
of blurry in the aftermath, the aftermath being Jake naked and on his knees
with Amy’s fingers buried inside of him and his face buried in his arms.
“How are you doing?” Brian asks, rubbing his back.
“Good,” Jake says, muffled. “Oh my god, this is good.”
“Good,” Brian repeats, warmly. “Do you think you’re
ready?”
“Maybe,” Jake says, squirming backwards a little
before he sits up a little to look at him. “How do I know that?”
“Do you want to get fucked?” Brian asks, his voice
going low and honey smooth. Jake drops his head back down to moan.
“I’m ready,” he says, a little high-pitched.
Amy pets his side as she slowly pulls her fingers out,
and Jake aches for the contact until she’s moving around to sit by his head,
switching places with Brian. She slides fingers into his hair and says, “You
sure?”
He lifts his head.
“I’m sure that you need to kiss me right now,” he
says, pushing up on his arms, and Amy smiles and leans down to kiss him gently.
“You look so good like this,” she says, moving so she’s
sitting cross-legged in front of him and he can rest his head on her bare
thigh, turning his head to press a kiss to it. Brian’s rubbing his hip.
“Breathe through it, okay?” he murmurs, and Jake makes
an agreeable noise, taking a deep breath as Brian pushes inside of him. It’s a
stretch, but Brian’s slow and careful and Amy’s making soothing noises and petting
his head and it’s not long before Jake’s ready.
Like, really ready, pushing back to take more and groaning when Brian gives it
to him.
“How does it feel?” Amy asks, softly.
Jake noses against her thigh for a minute before he
moans as Brian pulls out and thrusts back, saying with her mouth open against
her skin, “Kind of amazing.”
“Kind of?” Brian asks. “I’ll have to step it up.”
Brian steps it
up.
*
Jake comes first, with Amy moving to kneel next to him
and jerk him off while she presses kisses to his back where it’s arched up.
Brian follows eventually because he has ridiculous stamina.
They take turns eating Amy out because, frankly, she
deserves it for setting up this shindig, and after she comes apart with Brian’s
tongue on her and Jake’s mouth on hers, they cuddle. Group cuddling is weird,
but not bad—Jake’s smushed up between them, on his back with Brian’s head
resting against the top of his and Amy’s head on his shoulder.
“Wow,” Jake says.
“Did you have fun?” Amy asks, happily.
“So much
fun,” Jake says, smiling at the ceiling before he nudges Brian with an elbow. “When
are you coming to the city again?”
“Maybe sooner than I expected,” Brian says, laughing.
They fall asleep together, and Jake feels kind of
small and very warm and—safe. He definitely feels safe. He doesn’t know if that’s
a normal post-threesome feeling, but he’s…honestly kind of psyched to find out.
oh my god, they were roommates 