The second, and this being so high on the list surprised even Dalton, but it was about Liam and Troy. He felt he should choose. Not that he was really forced to, as both of them said they wanted friendship with him, but then both of them also wanted more. Dalton wanted more, this wasn’t one sided.
Liam wasn’t looking for a relationship though, and he’d said on more than one occasion how they were going to be just friends with benefits. Dalton heard from his own lips how Liam had sex with random hook-ups, so who knew how many people he’d been with since this whole thing began.
It wasn’t the situation Dalton was looking for, and before Troy, he’d been okay with things moving slowly and maybe seeing if Liam and him could have something special. At times, it did feel special, it felt right and just what Dalton wanted, but then it all changed and Dalton felt disappointed and hurt, and it wasn’t down to anything Liam had done, it was his own high expectation at fault. Expectations he shouldn’t even considered due to the agreement they set up when this whole thing started.
Dalton would be lying if he said he didn’t want more from Liam, but when there was no more offered, what else could he do?
Maybe in three months Dalton wouldn’t have either of them and he’d be moving on, who could say. He was aware he was a rebound guy, and historically things didn’t work out with rebound relationships. He felt drawn to Troy, and how could Dalton say no when it felt so right?
There was one thing he had to do before things went further, and that was speak to Liam. He was Dalton’s first choice to talk to about any recent problems in his life, so this one shouldn’t be any different, but it felt wrong discussing another guy with him. He owed Liam a lot, and he couldn’t just walk away. If indeed he could walk away, because when they met, when they touched, everything else went out of the window.
Maybe Dalton was blowing this whole thing out of proportion. Dalton hadn't made any serious plans with either, they were friends—even Troy insisted on that—but Liam didn’t deserve to be messed around. He was worth more than that.
Dalton arrived home and pulled out his phone as he sat in the car and dialled Liam up. “Hey, do you fancy meeting up later?”
Liam was at work. Dalton could hear the background noise through the phone. “Yeah, that’d be fine. I’m finishing at seven tonight, so I can run by and pick you up. Fancy another ride on the bike with me?”
Dalton found the bike exciting and agreed. “Plan a route with a pub, one that does good food so we can eat and catch up.”
“I know the perfect one. See you soon, okay. I gotta run off.”
Dalton had time to take a shower and wash the dust from his body, then he planned on just lying down and watching some TV. The thought did occur to him he could spend that time in bed discovering a little more about himself and what he enjoyed. By enjoy, he meant sexually. He’d been wondering what it felt like to have something inside him.
He’d considered messing around and attempting to find the fabled p-spot in his ass years ago, and he remembered a drunken attempt in the shower, but he really couldn’t say if it had been pleasurable or not. After meeting Liam, and knowing where they were heading, he wanted to expand his knowledge and open up his experiences in that department, but letting Liam show him turned him on even more and he’d left it to him.
As Dalton showered, soaping up his body, looking down at his cock in his hand as he lathered it up, he thought about Troy and how it was such a different need. The hot water stung his arm, and he smiled looking down at the ink permanently etched onto him and how he would always think of Troy when he looked at it.
Sexually, Dalton wanted other things from Troy—to be inside him. Being the other way around hadn't even entered his mind, and he hoped, judging by Troy’s reaction to him, it was a mutual thing, but he really had so little experience, he didn’t know either way.
Thinking about Troy and Liam made him smile, and thinking about what he wanted to do with them became mixed up in his mind, and he found his imagination running to a new place where both of them were with him at the same time. In his fantasy, everything was perfect, there were no choices, there was just them and how Dalton wanted them—how they needed him.
He closed his eyes, letting the hot water roll over him, working his cock nice and slow as he felt Liam behind him, thick fingers teasing his hole, Troy in front, kneeling as he sucked him off.
Dalton burned up, wanting more, needing to imagine them in more explicit scenes. When he let go and just rolled with his dirty mind, he saw Troy under him, legs wrapped around his hips, hard and moaning as Dalton pushed inside his tight hole, Liam behind Dalton, his big cock fighting to fuck him hard and fast, his jolts forcing Dalton deeper into Troy’s willing body.
Dalton was on the brink, leaking and rigid, balls so tight they ached. He came, holding onto the tiles for support, knees giving way as he exploded, cum shooting out in ropes of translucent cream over the floor.
He laughed, at first slow and low, then loud, his body shaking with the force of his chuckles. He was truly messed up in the head. His counsellor would have a field day with how fucked up his life was if he was honest enough to tell her everything. With a sigh and a quick rinse, he turned off the shower and got out, feeling a bit more relieved and less confused than he had been, but then in his fantasy, he was happy. Shame it couldn’t last.
Liam wasn’t one for sharing, and from what he found out about Troy, he’d been hurt by other men too badly to really trust Dalton by himself, let alone with another man. Besides, how could Dalton make a relationship work with two people when he could barely get his head around being with one person? Not to mention that person being a man.
No. A ménage wasn’t going to work. Sexually, he could dream about them together, but they were so different, they couldn’t work out in real life.
Chapter 29
Liam rode faster than the first time he took Dalton out, but now he seemed more secure and confident riding behind him on his bike. They enjoyed the breeze from the cool air rushing past and the open road ahead. The twists and turns meant he had to concentrate more, but then that was the fun of being on a bike to Liam.
Dalton was pressed up against him, one hand on his thigh, the other on his hip and Liam enjoyed the intimate moment. Liam never really had anyone ride pillion before. He and Troy liked their own bikes, and if Liam was honest, riding behind someone on a bike didn’t really appeal to him. It freaked him out a bit and he was always holding back shouting over their shoulder to do this differently, or to give them some other advice which he shouldn’t. He had to be the one up front, and that went for most things in life.
They’d been on the road for about half an hour when Liam saw the pub coming into view. It was set off the main roads and was one of those old stone built things which only people who were willing to drive could reach. Liam and Troy found it on one of their rides, and the food was basic pub grub, pie and chips, homemade roast dinners, but the place had that homey feel to it and a roaring fire with ales neither had heard of before.
Liam wouldn’t be drinking, and he didn’t like Dalton having one either, not when they had no car seats for him to recline in. It wasn’t an easy job having a pillion rider, and one who was drunk was a no go for Liam. Food and a good chat by the fire was what Liam was looking forward to.
As he parked up, Dalton stood from the bike, removing his helmet and smiling like a child at Liam. “That was so much fun.”
Liam took off his own helmet and hung it on the handlebars, a smirk on his lips. “You should take lessons. You could come ride with me and T anytime.”
“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your time.”
Liam shook his head, swinging his long leg over the bike and taking the helmet from Dalton. “You wouldn’t. Having you with me isn’t a bad thing, Dee.”
“Maybe your brother would think otherwise.” Dalton stood watching him fiddle with the bike, hands in pockets, rocking slightly on his heels.
“I don’t know why you think he wouldn’t.”
“Just a feeling I get from you when you talk about him.”
“I don’t really talk about him that much.”
“That’s what I mean.”
Liam glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “A policeman’s intuition, huh?”
“Call it what you will, but I know you hide a lot where he's concerned, though I can't guess why.”
He’d talked about Troy, keeping his name to just T because he wanted to keep what they had separate for now, and the chance they could run into each other at Aspire had bugged him, but then Troy hadn't been anywhere near the place for weeks now. Maybe in those talks it had come across how close they were, but Liam hadn't thought he’d even mentioned Troy that much for Dalton to have a strong feeling about it. “You're just narked because you feel there's something I'm hiding when I'm not. The only thing I'm not really saying is much at all and that’s because I'm not a chatty guy. Besides, you and I have enough to talk about without my life. Yours is keeping us busy.”
Dalton frowned a little, looking over at the fields across the road and becoming a little stiffer in his stance. “I'm interested in you and your life outside of the four walls of Aspire, but that appears to be the only thing you really seem to be able to be honest with me about.”