Discovering Dalton(60)

Troy kissed him without thinking, just wanting those lips on his. Dalton stepped back, but he was caught between the sink and Troy’s wet body, and he gave up his little moment and kissed Troy back, eagerly running his hands over the bare, slippery skin of Troy’s back, flowing down him to his ass as they shared a soft kiss.

“You never know,” Dalton whispered against Troy’s lips. “You and Liam could see how good things are between you and just decide to go on without me. I could be setting myself up for a huge failure and shit loads of heartache, but I'm willing to try.”

“We wouldn’t hurt you like that.” Troy stood back, pressing his palms against Dalton’s firm chest. “Christ, you're the only reason he finally fessed up and said he was in love with me. Without you we’d still be living in denial.”

Dalton chuckled, kissing the side of his mouth. “You knew he was in love with you?”

“I'm not blind and I'm not retarded in some major way. I’ve been in love before. I know how I've felt over the years for him and I know how he's returned those feelings. He would always be so confident we were nothing but brothers and it would make me eyes roll so hard it hurt, but what could I do about it? I couldn’t risk cocking up what we had. I tried to move on, tried so many men, and I know they failed because of him, because ultimately I wanted them to fail.”

“And what about me?”

Troy grunted. “You were the first guy who I met who I really thought I could find that special thing with.” He sighed heavily, not wanting Dalton to be upset, but needing to say the truth. “I thought with Liam meeting this Dee…” Troy performed an epic eye roll and Dalton laughed. “Well, I could see how he was falling for him—you—and for the first time, I really questioned everything about me and him. I thought if he’d fallen for someone and was giving it a go, then I could too. We could both be happy with someone else, and stay close sort of thing. Honestly, the fact we both chose you to move on with, I shouldn’t really be that surprised.” Troy chuckled, kissing Dalton softly. “I don’t know how this is going to work out, but inside, in my heart, I feel it’s good. I don’t know how all three of us can move on. We all have our own individual issues and putting them together makes for a disaster waiting to happen in my mind.”

“Why does it have to be a disaster? Why can't it be simpler to have them all out and in the pot at the same time? Good things come in threes.” Dalton grinned down at him.

“You sure it’s not bad things?”

“I’m a positive person, what can I say?”

“What about three’s a crowd?”

“I dunno, I have this song running round my head, something to do with three being a magic number…” Dalton hummed a few bars and Troy burst out laughing. “I’m going to spend time on this issue and list things which are great in threes.”

“You do that. You obviously have too much time on your hands.”

“I’d rather have you in my hands than waste time leaving them empty.” Dalton’s eyes twinkled in a way Troy hadn’t seen much of, and he ran his fingertip down Dalton’s jaw.

“I like seeing you happy.”

“So, try this out and see me very happy.”

“Is Liam really up for this? I mean, he’s never had…” Troy paused. Okay, so they had been in a relationship for years, they just didn’t have sex, so maybe Liam wasn’t going to be the weakest link. “I was going to say he’s never had a relationship, but I'm not lying to you or myself anymore. We have a great one, whether that works out with sex or it stays the same and we share you, I'm up for trying it out.”

Dalton did some sort of happy dance on the tiles and Troy laughed so hard Liam opened the door to see what was going on. Dalton stopped dancing, clicking his fingers, the sound almost echoing in the tiled room. “Tricycles. Triangles— the strongest shape, three sides. Trilogies—best films ever!”

Troy snorted, grabbing another towel and sauntering out past Liam. “I'm hungry too. Chinese sounds great. You order my usual and I’ll be out in five.”

“Okay.” Liam paused, and then called out to him. “T, you really okay with… everything?”

“I'm okay with most of it. Other parts I have questions, but I'm guessing we have the same ones, so sometime soon we should maybe go through them. In case you're wondering, you being in love with me is one I'm good with.” He grinned at Liam’s goofy smile. “How this all works out, especially between us two, that’s what I'm unsure about.”

Dalton moved beside Liam, Liam’s arms automatically curling around his waist as they both took time to look over Troy’s gleaming body, still partially dripping to the floor. “I’ll bring him up to speed.” Dalton chuckled as he shared a look with Troy.

“Okay, be right back.” Troy rushed to his own room, happy to get both of their eyes from his body before he reacted in an obvious way and gave away how he enjoyed it way too much.

Sex with Liam had been pushed to the back of his mind. When they were younger, neither of them spoke about their sexuality. It was when Troy was sixteen and caught Liam masturbating in their shared bedroom to a gay porn mag he knew Liam was gay like him. Of course it surged through his mind that he had the perfect opportunity to work out his sexual needs and excitement. He could experience his firsts with Liam, a person he already cared for deeply, but then Liam was so angry he’d seen him, so pissed off in fact they didn’t speak for a month. It made things so difficult between them and their foster parents that Troy had felt he had to speak up about his own sexuality.

So, at sixteen they both had the most serious talk of their life, and Troy came out to Liam. It was the first time he’d said the words ‘I'm gay’ to anyone, and he felt worried and excited about it. Liam reacted badly. He didn’t even want to share a room with Troy anymore.

Troy hated it, and they’d tried to distance themselves, but they were friends, and without even discussing it, their sexuality changed things dramatically. They made a pact there and then for things to work, no sex or flirting would happen. And it worked. Sort of.

Liam and Troy would be lying if they hadn't become turned on by each other, but like many other things over the years, it passed by without comment. Recently, Troy laid in bed listening to Liam fuck random men. He’d become hard, jerked off, and again, Liam played in his thoughts, but it was never with him… Troy sighed heavily, tilting his head back and groaning. All these years he’d been thinking of a ménage with Liam. Before it was just an excuse to be with Liam. The guy in between them would be a comforting buffer, but Dalton… God, Dalton wasn’t just some buffer. Troy wanted him in a way he couldn’t grasp. Liam being with them only heated up the whole scene in his mind to an almost nuclear stage.

Troy sat on the bed, pulling on a pair of joggers and thinking about the two men who he wanted more than anyone else in the world lying beside him during the night. He’d shared nights with Liam just sleeping, comforted by him, but knowing they could actually be honest and explore more in bed, and having Dalton with them, sharing Dalton’s every first… Troy had to stop pulling up his pants and take his cock in hand, rolling his thumb over his leaking slit and moaning into his clenched fist.

He was so worked up imagining Dalton laid between them, seeing every inch of his creamy flesh displayed perfectly for both of them to feast on, he had to do something about it. Spreading his thighs, Troy looked down to his throbbing erection, wondering how long it had been since he’d been that hard. A soft smile spread over his lips when he couldn’t recall any moment being as exciting, and a grin quickly found its way onto his face as he thought about the time he would actually live out his fantasy and have them with him. How hard would he be then?

He moaned softly as he worked his loose fist up his length, working his palm over his precum before smoothing the juice down his length, rolling his heavy, full balls before reaching for his aching length with his second. He was lost in visions of Liam and Dalton, seeing Dalton on top of him, their cocks sliding against the other, a hand wrapped around Dalton's hips as Liam fingered his virgin arse open, feeling him stretch and watching his beautiful face contort in ecstasy.

Troy wanted to feel Dalton’s hard length pushing inside him, stretching his needy hole with his cock and fucking him hard, having Liam next to him, running his thick fingers over Troy’s hole, feeling Dalton fuck his body for the first time. Troy gasped, balls pulling tight, the image of Dalton riding his ass, Liam positioning his cock at Troy’s open mouth and sliding into his throat, taking charge and ordering him what to do. It was too much and he came hard, spurting over his stomach and calling out too loudly for it to go unnoticed.

With short breaths and a sweaty body, Troy laid back, staring up at the ceiling, joggers discarded around his ankles and his naked body gleaming in the too bright light above him.

“Troy…”

Troy couldn’t look at Liam. He couldn’t move. How long had he been there?

“Food’s here.” Liam was trying hard to hide the amusement in his voice, but Troy caught it all the same.