my bag. There's not a lot, just my cable bill and a bunch of junk from the bank, a couple of magazines. No pink envelopes, which is nice—
means my heat stays on for a while longer.
We get to the apartment and find Jamie watching a ballgame on TV, cursing the uselessness of the other team. I don't even know what sport's on. Neither does he when Paul stands in front of him and takes off his shirt.
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Jamie's eyes go wide and then he grins at me. "Nice."
I grin back. "Thanks. Baby wore me out. He really likes it."
Jamie laughs and grabs Paul, hauls him down onto his lap.
"Good to know. You shouldn't break Gent, though. It's not nice."
Paul snorts. "Was so nice."
Jamie tugs at the chain and Paul goes still. I smile and reach for my bag, toss Jamie lube and a rubber.
"Not up for playing?" Jamie asks, one eyebrow up.
"I'm up," I tell him. "Well, almost. Just like watching." And I do. Really really. Sometimes it's just nice to watch and stroke off.
So that's what we do, right there in the living room. I watch Jamie fuck Paul from behind, watch that chain catch the light, and I pull on my dick, remember what it felt like earlier. My ass is sore, but every time Jamie makes Paul's breath catch I can feel my hole spasm. It's like an orgasm that doesn't stop, and soon enough I'm tugging at my own nipples, legs spread as I jerk off over them. I come on Jamie's back, watch Paul shoot through Jamie's fingers. Jamie fucking howls as he comes.
Not bad for a day off, really.
We clean up the mess and head to bed, Paul scooping up my bag as he passes it, then swears as the mail slides out, all over the place.
"No trouble," I tell him, and I bend down to gather it up.
Two magazines, a flyer for the supermarket, the bank statements, a letter from the company that owns my building, 56
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and the cable bill. I toss it all back in the bag except for the realty thing, which I open and read as I walk.
"Ah fuck." My building is going condo and I have a month to let them know if I'll be buying my apartment or moving out. Lovely.
"What's up?" Jamie asks, coming in from the bathroom.
He's damp from a fast shower, but at least he doesn't reek of sex anymore. Hard to sleep next to a man that smells of spunk.
"Gotta move," I tell him, and I give him the letter as I strip off for bed. Paul's already in, way over on his side. I slide in next to him and give him another kiss.
Jamie gets in, but he's got his thinking face on. He kisses me and leans over to kiss Paul good night, then we all settle in and the boys turn off the lights. There's a heavy silence, which is really hard to fall asleep in.
"What?" I finally say into the dark.
Jamie's light snaps on. "Move in here."
I blink. "What?"
Paul's light comes on. "That would work," he says.
"What?" I say again. "It's a little soon, isn't it?"
Jamie and Paul both shrug. Jamie says, "You're here almost every night."
Paul says, "Why pay rent on a place you're never at?"
I say, "But—"
And then Jamie looks at me, his face serious. "It's up to you, Gent. But you can live here if you want. If it'll make you feel better, you can even pay rent, say a hundred dollars less 57
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than your old place 'cause you'll have more transportation costs. A third of utilities."
Every relationship eventually reaches a stage where you have to make a choice. Is this long term? Is it something you're prepared to take a real risk for? Is this the time to finally just give yourself over and make the decision that this is something you want and are willing to work for? Could this maybe turn into love?
And I've just reached that point. Suddenly, without knowing it, I've found myself at the point where I have to either walk away from them or give them everything.
It doesn't take me that long to know what I want. I look at Jamie and then I look at Paul and I just know. "Okay."
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Chapter Seven
I'm laughing my ass off,
means my heat stays on for a while longer.
We get to the apartment and find Jamie watching a ballgame on TV, cursing the uselessness of the other team. I don't even know what sport's on. Neither does he when Paul stands in front of him and takes off his shirt.
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Gemini
by Chris Owen
Jamie's eyes go wide and then he grins at me. "Nice."
I grin back. "Thanks. Baby wore me out. He really likes it."
Jamie laughs and grabs Paul, hauls him down onto his lap.
"Good to know. You shouldn't break Gent, though. It's not nice."
Paul snorts. "Was so nice."
Jamie tugs at the chain and Paul goes still. I smile and reach for my bag, toss Jamie lube and a rubber.
"Not up for playing?" Jamie asks, one eyebrow up.
"I'm up," I tell him. "Well, almost. Just like watching." And I do. Really really. Sometimes it's just nice to watch and stroke off.
So that's what we do, right there in the living room. I watch Jamie fuck Paul from behind, watch that chain catch the light, and I pull on my dick, remember what it felt like earlier. My ass is sore, but every time Jamie makes Paul's breath catch I can feel my hole spasm. It's like an orgasm that doesn't stop, and soon enough I'm tugging at my own nipples, legs spread as I jerk off over them. I come on Jamie's back, watch Paul shoot through Jamie's fingers. Jamie fucking howls as he comes.
Not bad for a day off, really.
We clean up the mess and head to bed, Paul scooping up my bag as he passes it, then swears as the mail slides out, all over the place.
"No trouble," I tell him, and I bend down to gather it up.
Two magazines, a flyer for the supermarket, the bank statements, a letter from the company that owns my building, 56
Gemini
by Chris Owen
and the cable bill. I toss it all back in the bag except for the realty thing, which I open and read as I walk.
"Ah fuck." My building is going condo and I have a month to let them know if I'll be buying my apartment or moving out. Lovely.
"What's up?" Jamie asks, coming in from the bathroom.
He's damp from a fast shower, but at least he doesn't reek of sex anymore. Hard to sleep next to a man that smells of spunk.
"Gotta move," I tell him, and I give him the letter as I strip off for bed. Paul's already in, way over on his side. I slide in next to him and give him another kiss.
Jamie gets in, but he's got his thinking face on. He kisses me and leans over to kiss Paul good night, then we all settle in and the boys turn off the lights. There's a heavy silence, which is really hard to fall asleep in.
"What?" I finally say into the dark.
Jamie's light snaps on. "Move in here."
I blink. "What?"
Paul's light comes on. "That would work," he says.
"What?" I say again. "It's a little soon, isn't it?"
Jamie and Paul both shrug. Jamie says, "You're here almost every night."
Paul says, "Why pay rent on a place you're never at?"
I say, "But—"
And then Jamie looks at me, his face serious. "It's up to you, Gent. But you can live here if you want. If it'll make you feel better, you can even pay rent, say a hundred dollars less 57
Gemini
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than your old place 'cause you'll have more transportation costs. A third of utilities."
Every relationship eventually reaches a stage where you have to make a choice. Is this long term? Is it something you're prepared to take a real risk for? Is this the time to finally just give yourself over and make the decision that this is something you want and are willing to work for? Could this maybe turn into love?
And I've just reached that point. Suddenly, without knowing it, I've found myself at the point where I have to either walk away from them or give them everything.
It doesn't take me that long to know what I want. I look at Jamie and then I look at Paul and I just know. "Okay."
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Chapter Seven
I'm laughing my ass off,
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