Acts of Hypnotism

Cole sat, nervously chewing his bottom lip as he scrolled through his phone to pass the time. He’d arrived at the theatre a bit early, but really, what was he supposed to do when one of his troupe members texted him and asked to meet for something urgent?

It didn’t help that said member just so happened to be his crush, and he was no doubt bringing his equally dreamy—and a little scary—boyfriend. They were a two-man act: magicians. A package deal in work and play.

Cole used to feel guilty for wanting a taken man, but he’d since come to the conclusion that there was no harm in it, considering he stood no chance at stealing the man from his hunky partner. Tall, broad, with a perfect smile and strawberry blond hair—his crush's boyfriend was a god.

That wasn’t what made him scary to Cole, though. What was scary was that he was friendly. Maybe a little too friendly. He was always inviting Cole to hang out with them or dragging him into their studio to get his opinion on their latest act before they presented it to the director.

Cole had a suspicion the man knew he liked his boyfriend, and that terrified him.

He was disappointingly puny. An ant compared to his crush’s partner. There was no way he’d survive a fight with the man if he ever got up the courage to make a pass.

He was sufficiently zoned out, staring at the back wall of the room he’d spent way too much time in alone with the couple, when the doors burst open to two gorgeous, beaming faces. Whatever they had to show him, they were certainly excited about it.

“Cole!” they shouted together, and Logan, certified man of his dreams, threw his arms around Cole in a cheerful greeting that was not unique to Cole alone. He’d had to get used to the contact quickly, even before he’d realized his feelings for Logan. The man was a hugger.

“Sorry, we rushed over as quickly as we could. I didn’t think you’d get here before us.” Jared, Logan’s boyfriend, was ever polite as he pushed his bangs out of his shining eyes to pin Cole in place.

He could already feel the terrible flush spreading over his face as he murmured, “I was close by, anyway.”

“Well, that’s fantastic because I don’t want to wait another second to show you what we’ve put together!”

Logan was so damn cute when he was excited. Even as a fond smile curled his lips, Cole was careful not to look directly at Logan, worried his expression might give away his feelings.

Jared laughed, reaching to sling an arm over Logan’s shoulders. “Calm down, babe. He doesn’t even know what we’re excited about yet.”

Amen to that. Cole wouldn’t give up the opportunity to see Logan this excited, but he’d definitely like to know what was so special about this new act.

Logan’s eyes went wide with realization, and he nodded. “Get this: hypnotism.”

Cole paused. “Hypnotism?”

The pretty man nodded excitedly. “Yes! Jared’s going to hypnotize me in front of everyone, then he’ll do an audience member, too. It’s going to be great.”

No matter how different their act, it always worked the same way. Jared was the ringmaster, and Logan was his loyal guinea pig. The way he did all kinds of things to Logan right in front of an audience—it was almost voyeurism, in a way.

“We practiced until we got it perfect, and it actually works. Logan doesn’t even remember anything that happens while he’s under.”

Cole could entertain the idea of them faking hypnotism for an audience, but actually doing it? He didn’t think he even believed in hypnotism.

Frowning, he scratched at the back of his head. “Um, that sounds... interesting?”

Jared gave another one of those easy laughs. “Let us at least show you before you decide it’s bullshit.”

“Have at it, then,” he invited, taking a seat to observe the couple comfortably.

Really, he just wanted an excuse to put some space between him and the annoyingly good-looking couple. They looked more than happy to take off their jackets and get ready to put on their show, paying no mind to the distance Cole had put between them.

Jarden adjusted Logan into a solid stance, giving his shoulders a loving squeeze and a kiss that Cole averted his eyes for. Not that he didn’t want to watch—but he sure as hell didn’t want to get caught watching.

Then, they began what could only be called the most cliché hypnotism act Cole had ever seen. Complete with a swinging watch and counting down from ten. When he finished counting, Jared snapped his fingers and Logan’s eyes flew open, gaze blank and straight forward, unmoving. It looked pretty convincing, Cole could give them that, and it’d probably look more so on stage.

Jared turned back to him, spreading his arms out with that extra magician flourish. “And that’s all there is to it.”

Cole laughed, starting a slow applause. “It’s magical, really,” he added in his amusement.

Jared rose his brows, though his smile didn’t dim. “You’re still not convinced,” he stated as a simple observation. Cole gave a vague shrug.

“That’s fine. Just watch him for me for a bit, will you? He shouldn’t move or anything, but you never know.” Jared gave a responding shrug, already moving towards the door before Cole could respond.

“Hey, wait,” Cole called, stumbling to his feet in alarm. “What am I supposed to do with him?”

Jared laughed, obviously amused by the quick change of attitude. “Whatever you want, I guess. Look, he didn’t even let me use the bathroom before we left. It’ll be like three minutes, max.”

Cole grimaced, crossing his arms as he glanced at Logan again. His gaze hadn’t moved a fraction of an inch, and it was like he was blinking in slow motion. It was actually kind of creepy.

“Yeah, but... this is weird, Jared. Just snap him out of it.”

Jared shook his head stubbornly. “No way, we haven’t even shown you any of our tricks, yet.”

“Fine, just hurry up. He’s creeping me out.” Cole shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. This was not exactly how he envisioned getting some alone time with Logan.

“You can close his eyes, you know,” Jared chuckled, retracing his steps to gently shut Logan’s eyes with his fingers. They didn’t reopen. Cole could already feel himself relaxing without Logan’s blank stare making him uncomfortable. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

And then Cole was left alone with a statue-still version of the bubbly man he’d had a crush on for far too long.

He sidled up to Logan, hands behind his back as he observed him carefully.

“If this is a joke, now would be a great time to give it up,” he chuckled, still rather uncomfortable with the situation.

Logan still didn’t move. Ugh, okay then.

Narrowing his eyes, Cole gave a suspicious poke to Logan’s chest. He didn’t flinch. Another, longer poke. Logan’s chest was warm under his fingertip. Cole pulled away like Logan had burned him, giving an annoyed huff. Why was it so hard to just keep his hands to himself?

Logan didn’t even seem aware of what was happening. This was completely inappropriate.

Any yet... with one glance back at the door, shut tight, Cole found himself bringing his right hand up to press into the sturdy muscle of Logan’s chest. He exhaled quietly, his hand mindlessly trailing down Logan’s torso, feeling every dip and rise through his t-shirt. Then, maybe just a bit farther because when else would he get a chance like this?

And Jared did say that Logan wouldn’t remember any of this.

But he didn’t get so far as brushing his fingertips over the slight rise where Logan’s dick lay in his jeans before his wrist was caught in a tight grip. His eyes shot up, only to find Logan completely awake and aware.

He knew it. Fuck him, why was he so stupid? Of course, he’d ruin his life in such a pathetic way. He was already six feet deep in his own self-loathing when he heard Logan laugh. Laugh. His face had never started burning quicker. He was going to have to fake his death and move across the country. Or, better yet, he could actualize his death and—

“I knew you liked me. Jared! Get in here!”

Oh no, not him, too. Cole already wanted to crawl under a rock and die without getting his ass beat. Which was guaranteed to happen after he felt up Jared’s boyfriend.

The doors opened suspiciously soon, and his stomach dropped as he squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the men angry with him, that would be half the punishment for him. Even through his suffocated feelings, he’d become pretty good friends with the couple. Losing their friendship was worse than his unrequited love, but he’d brought it upon himself. So, so stupid.

He jumped at the sound of Jared’s footsteps coming right up behind him, and he couldn’t hide the startled yelp he gave when Jared didn’t stop until he’d bumped into his back, jolting him forward into Logan’s chest.

“I—I’m so sorry,” he apologized, very nearly hyperventilating as he tried to step away.

But Logan still had ahold of his wrists and Jared was pressed right against his back and...? Was that a fucking boner pressing against his ass?

Cole froze, suddenly more suspicious than afraid, and he looked up, only to find Logan grinning at him.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Whatever they thought this was, he wanted no part of it.

He scowled, trying to tug his hands out of Logan’s hold so he could bat off the hands slipping around his waist to grip his hips tightly, keeping him firm against Jared’s front. But unsurprisingly, he couldn’t even fight away the weaker of the two.

“Fuck off, guys. This isn’t funny. I hate you two!”

His face burned, tears prickled at the back of his eyes, and his voice was more than a little wobbly, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. No, because his traitor of a body was actually enjoying this. He liked the hands on his body, he liked the humiliation, and the proof was starting to fill out the front of his pants. This was the worst day of his life.

“Awe,” Logan chuckled, leaning right up against him to coo in his ear. “We all know that’s not true.”

He shivered at Logan’s voice in his ear, and the feeling only got worse when Jared took over his opposite ear. “It’s so cute how you watch us when you think no one’s looking.”

Cole was so distracted by the low voices in his ears—his biggest weakness—that for a moment he didn’t even realize Logan was redirecting his hands until they were pressed to the front of Logan’s pants, which were a lot tighter now. “Was this what you wanted to feel?” he asked, voice sweet and teasing.

“You like his dick, Cole? Want to feel it inside you?”

Cole’s breath hitched, the mental image of Logan topping him more than he’d ever allowed himself to imagine before.

“Nah,” Logan refuted. “I think he wants to fuck me.”

And then he was moaning directly into Cole’s ear as he squeezed Cole’s hands around his bulge. Cole was already trembling with self-restraint over the erotic conversation they were having through his ears but having his hands full of Logan’s hard dick at the same time had him giving a quiet moan of his own.

Oh, fuck. Why did they have to do things to his ears? He was helpless to such sweet torture.

The couple didn’t let up on him, though. Logan grabbed at Cole’s dick through his pants at the same time that Jared trailed his tongue over the shell of his ear, and at that moment Cole knew he was doomed.

He gave a miserable little moan and shuddered as he inevitably lost control of himself, praying wildly that they wouldn’t realize what happened to him.

Luckily, their grips had gotten considerably weaker as they teased him mercilessly, and he was able to break away without too much struggle. He didn’t get a single moment to believe he was free, however, because the trembling in his legs made him pitifully easy to recapture.

He made a noise of despair when he felt Jared sling an arm around his waist and tug him back between them.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going? Aren’t we having fun?”

Logan gave a thoughtful hum, and Cole knew he’d spotted his terrible problem. If only he’d keep that information to himself, but Cole knew he wouldn’t. “Maybe having too much fun. Looks like Cole here decided to finish early.”

Now? Now could he find a rock to crawl under?

“Don’t worry, Cole. I’ll happily get you all cleaned up.” Logan must have really been enjoying his misery, voice sing-songy as he slid to his knees with every intention to yank Cole’s pants down.

“No, please no,” he whimpered out, the humiliation finally peaking and allowing his stupid, sensitive tears to roll down his cheeks. Logan’s hands paused.

“Hey, no. Cole. You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jared hushed him, guiding Cole’s tear-dampened face to the side so he could pull him into kiss after smothering kiss. Logan stood back up to drag him out of Jared’s kiss and into one of his own.

After that, they traded him back and forth for who knew how long, until Cole completely forgot what he’d been crying about. He struggled to keep up with the intensity of being traded between two very controlling men, but that didn’t change how much he enjoyed it.

He was gasping for air by the time Logan decided to use his turn as a break, nipping at Cole’s swollen lips before he began descending down Cole’s body again. This time when he grabbed at Cole’s pants, the man was too disoriented to get upset.

“You know, on our second date Logan pulled the same shit on me,” Jared brought up with a chuckle, distracting Cole as Logan pulled his pants and underwear down. But there were no words he could utter to stop Cole from noticing Logan beginning to clean the embarrassing mess from his groin—with his tongue.

Cole must have already died. That was it. He must have died and gone to heaven—no, hell. Or some mortifyingly pleasant mix of the two. Because there was no way he had Logan, gorgeous, bubbly, taken Logan, licking the smeared cum from around his dick.

He was so dazed by Logan that he almost missed the rest of Jared’s story, even with it being deliciously rumbled into his ear.

“It was like mid-August, probably the hottest day of the year, and Logan decided he wanted to go to the fair. So, I go to meet up with him, and I’m looking around, and he pops up in the tiniest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen on a man. Sexy as hell, half his ass hanging out with no shame, and he insists he has to walk in front of me the entire time.

“And then there were the lines, God,” Jared gave a quiet moan that paired with Logan’s soft, warm tongue had Cole twitching. “Every time we were waiting in a line, he’d back into me, all innocent like he didn’t feel my chubber on his ass. I spent half the day convinced he was going to have me coming in my pants just the same as you. So, it’s not weird that you did. Logan just likes that.”

Cole grumbled, the news only making him feel a little better. “But did you?”

Jared laughed and began kissing down his neck as he said, “No, but only because he pulled me into a bathroom in the middle of it and sucked me off.”

And that, like a cue, had Logan slipping his warm lips over the tip of Cole’s dick to start taking him into his mouth. Cole gave a breathless curse, his hands scrambling to grip Jared’s pants behind him just to have something to hold on to.

He didn’t expect Jared to start complaining, though.

“Why do you get to do everything to him? I want to suck his dick, too.”

Now, that was a sentence Cole never expected to hear. At least, not about him. And said in complete seriousness.

Logan, unfortunately, pulled off his dick to roll his eyes at his boyfriend. “Don’t act like you haven’t been dry humping him this whole time, you freak. If you want to suck it so badly, there’s plenty of room down here.”

Oh, no. What did that mean? Suspicious and entirely afraid, Cole tried escaping once more, but it was even harder with his pants around his ankles.

“No, no. Nope,” he tried to deny, even as Jared easily got him off his feet and onto his back on the floor. He was hardly resisting, but shouldn’t his words be enough?

“Try to run away again and I’ll have to tie you up, Bunny.”

Guess not. And Bunny? Really? What kind of a nickname was that? As if he wasn’t already humiliated enough.

But you know what? It was extremely hard to protest a terrible nickname when the guilty party was currently licking up the underside of his cock. And when Logan jumped back in enthusiastically? Impossible.

Cole had never gotten a blow job from two people at once before, but it was all it was cracked up to be. There was never an untouched stretch of his dick, and the moments when Logan and Jared’s tongues met on his dick and they melted into hot, messy kisses? Cole had never seen anything so erotic.

He wasn’t sure how long he was in fellatio bliss when Logan popped off his dick with a frustrated grunt. “Are you done, Jare? I want to ride him before he comes again.”

Cole’s dick jumped pitifully at the prospect of being buried in Logan’s tight ass. Really, what was this? He could hardly accept all his dreams coming true for no reason. Surely, Logan and Jared weren’t just interested in him for the hell of it?

Maybe they were active in the black market and planned to harvest his kidneys after screwing him into unconsciousness. Even that sounded more likely than him charming them both.

“Sure, baby. Are you sure you’re stretched enough, though?”

Jared popped off of Cole’s length, but quick fingers kept him occupied as he turned his thoughtful question to Logan with a serious look. He didn’t want his boyfriend to get hurt. Cole would swoon if he wasn’t the one Jared was concerned Logan would hurt himself on.

Logan’s eyes were dark and demure as he fluttered his eyelashes at his boyfriend. “You did a good enough job, don’t you think?”

Cole’s stomach tightened at the thought of what Jared had done to help stretch out that wonderfully tempting ass of Logan’s. He truly felt like he was just a body for them to play with. And he had absolutely no problem with that.

Jared gave a thoughtful moan and nodded as he helped his boyfriend to remove his pants and underwear before straddling Cole’s waist. “And I enjoyed every minute of it, baby.”

“Don’t come too quick, Bunny. You’ll want to enjoy this,” Jared leaned down to whisper hotly in Cole’s ear before he stood to his feet. Cole was trying to force away the lust-filled shivers that racked his body as a result of Jared’s smooth voice, and he watched Jared pull off Logan’s shirt as well before he began working on his own pants.

Cole could hardly keep watching the drool-worthy couple when he felt nimble fingers grabbing for his spit-slick length to guide it to a perfect, throbbing hole. His eyes fluttered shut, jaw clenched tight to drown out the moan that left him as Logan slowly began sinking down on his length.

Logan’s moan was damn near enough to set Cole off, but he tried to focus on what Jared had told him, and how desperate he was to make this last as long as possible. Logan sucked him in so invitingly, squeezing him in all the right places as he sunk down to the base of Cole’s dick. Once he bottomed out, Logan gave another breathless moan and rocked his hips experimentally.

“Mm, you feel so good. Do I feel good, too?”

Fuck, how could someone possibly be so damn sexy? Cole throbbed deep inside Logan and gave a short nod. “Yes, fuck,” he groaned out, and his hands found themselves on Logan’s squirming hips to help him grind down harder.

The next moan Logan gave came out muffled, and curious, Cole peeked an eye open to witness the pornographic display of Jared gripping Logan by his hair as he pushed his fat cock between the man’s lips. For a moment Cole was hypnotized himself, watching Jared’s length disappear into Logan’s molten mouth only to slip back out glistening and so delicious.

Cole was embarrassed to even think that about someone’s dick, but Jared’s was unarguably attractive. He wondered what it would feel like if it was his mouth being used by Jared.

He wouldn’t be able to please Jared nearly as well as Logan did, though, so he dismissed the thought.

He didn’t expect Jared’s eyes to flick down to him, the eye contact jolting him and causing Logan to squeal out a pleasured noise and grind down on his cock. That had Jared grinning, cupping his boyfriend’s chin tenderly as he started to rock into his mouth.

“Help him move for a bit. He doesn’t like to set the pace,” Jared advised, his voice a deep rumble that gave away just how good Logan’s mouth was making him feel.

Cole eagerly took the advice, hands slipping from Logan’s hips to his backside to help lift the man up on his cock and drop him back down. He felt Logan clench around him, a beautifully muffled moan vibrating Jared’s dick in a way that had him jerking forward and choking Logan. He repeated the action, feeling Logan’s thighs tremble against his waist, and it soon became a quick, steady rhythm of writhing bodies and breathless moans.

Cole could hardly believe it. He was fucking Logan. Beautiful, sweet Logan was riding his cock while he sucked off his sexy-as-hell boyfriend. Nothing could ever top this moment. Cole was on cloud nine.

“Fuck, Logan,” he groaned out, squeezing at his asscheeks probably a bit too harshly. “How’d you get tighter?”

Jared perked up at that, a fond smile peeking out of his intense expression. “Did he?” he asked, only to receive a nod and a breathless moan from Cole. “Awe, baby. Is Cole’s cock that good? You want to come already?”

Cole almost froze in shock at the words Jared was tenderly cooing to his boyfriend, but his hips weren’t about to stop fucking into Logan’s tight ass until he was forced to stop. Was it true? Did Logan really like his dick so much that he could come just like that?

The man’s desperate nod was all the answer he needed. And it only had him pushing into Logan that much harder.

Jared was still handling his man so sweetly as he fucked his mouth nice and slow like he was savoring Logan just the same as Cole. “No one’s stopping you, baby. Why don’t you show Cole how pretty you are when you come?”

Logan gave the most pitiful whine, and his rocking sped up, leaking cock jumping every time he sat back and ground Cole’s length deep inside him.

“Take me deeper,” Jared ordered his boyfriend, obviously wanting to start chasing his orgasm with the show Logan was putting on. Not that Cole could blame him. He was getting dangerously close himself with the way Logan was working his cock.

Logan obeyed beautifully, the wet noises his throat made as he accepted Jared’s cock echoing around the room like a hedonistic hymn. And Jared didn’t hold back, using Logan’s mouth like a sex toy as he thrusted harder than Cole would dare. He’d never seen something this sexy; he didn’t want to blink for fear that he’d miss some beautiful act he’d never again witness.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come soon,” Cole warned, aware that he was barebacking Logan despite neither man caring much for that fact. He’d hate to bust inside of Logan only to be made aware that Logan hated that.

But Logan only rocked against him faster, cock leaking wonderfully as it swayed with his movements. It was obvious he was currently caught up in his own pleasure, chasing his orgasm like if it didn’t happen right now then he might die. So, Cole helpfully grabbed for his dick, giving a gentle squeeze before he began stroking firmly in a matching rhythm to their frantic thrusts.

Logan had to pull away from Jared’s length to give a pitiful cry as Cole all but milked the cum out of his cock. He collapsed on top of Cole, shivers of ecstasy racking his body as he finally gave in and came, right on Cole’s dick.

It was impossible for Cole to hold himself back with the way Logan’s walls squeezed and throbbed around his length. He moaned, gripping Logan’s hip tightly in one hand while he continued to wrench the last bit of cum from Logan’s cock, and he finally gave in to his need to come.

Shockingly, Logan seemed far from displeased to have Cole’s cum spilled inside him. He made a beautiful little noise and pushed his hips back a few times, ever-so-gently working every last drop from Cole’s spent cock.

Cole heard movement, but Logan had gone still, cuddling against him while still impaled on Cole's dick. He cracked an eye open, only to find Jared carefully lowering himself to kneel by their heads.

“I think Logan’s down. Will you finish me off?”

How the fuck could Cole say no to that? He nibbled at his bottom lip for a moment but quickly cleared his throat and nodded his assent. He was mostly immobile with Logan bowed over him the way he was, but Jared didn’t seem to care as he shifted until he was hovering over Cole’s head with his dick just above Cole’s mouth.

For a second, Cole was flooded with nerves. Jared was getting head from Logan on the regular, where his skills were mediocre at best. There wasn’t a chance in hell that he could compare to Logan’s skills. It was more than a little embarrassing.

But then Jared was lowering his hips just enough to bring his dick to Cole’s mouth, and every thought left Cole’s head as he tried to put all his effort into pleasing Jared. He couldn’t keep comparing himself to Jared and Logan if he wanted to enjoy himself. He’d felt inferior to the pair since the day he met them. At this point, all he could do was feel flattered that they took an interest in him and try to enjoy himself properly.

Jared gave a quiet grunt when he wrapped his lips around the tip of the man’s dick, the noise encouraging Cole to take it a little further and allow Jared to push a little deeper into his mouth. It’d been a while since he last gave head, but it had always been something he enjoyed, and the sensation of Jared’s wonderfully hard cock filling his mouth turned Cole on more than he’d like to admit.

“Good boy,” Jared rumbled out in a way that embarrassed Cole more than the dick in his mouth had. “Can you take a little more?”

He certainly could, but unlike Logan, he had a gag reflex. Hopefully, that wasn’t a turn-off. He exhaled slowly, trying to relax his throat as much as he could and then he gave a slight nod to let Jared know he could continue.

It was a great relief that Jared took it slow, easing in further and pausing when the tip of his dick hit the back of Cole’s throat. Cole didn’t gag immediately, his breath coming a little faster as he tried not to let himself get too stressed over something that was supposed to be pleasant.

But he simply couldn’t fight back his gag reflex when Jared began easing down his throat.

He could feel himself tensing, trying not to panic and ruin everything since Jared clearly wasn’t trying to force himself deeper. As a matter of fact, Jared even pulled back a bit to let his gagging calm down.

The tears in his eyes might have been able to be explained away due to the gagging, but the heat in his cheeks was all embarrassment, and he just knew it was obvious, which only embarrassed him more.

“Are you alright?” he heard Logan whisper in his ear, and he couldn’t help the defeated groan he let out, knowing Logan had been watching the whole thing. Maybe the other two got off on having an audience, but he did not.

In his stress, he really didn’t expect Jared’s sudden thrust, which pushed him all the way down Cole’s throat in one swift movement.

Cole had never choked so hard in his life. He slammed his head back into the hard floor in a knee-jerk reaction to dislodge the object in his throat, which only put him in more pain.

“What the hell, Jared? Get off him already!”

Cole could hardly see through his teary eyes, but he felt Logan’s weight ease off him as the man rose to his hands and knees to peer down at him in concern. Jared moved away from his head, too, the bright light on the ceiling blinding him when it reached his eyes. Hands fluttered over his face entirely too carefully, brushing away a rogue tear and pushing his hair off his forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Cole. I didn’t mean to do that. Are you okay?”

Jared’s voice was closer when he asked his hesitant question, and Cole peeked an eye open to see both men leaning over him with matching expressions of concern. How embarrassing.

He cleared his throat, rising up on his elbows as he tried to avoid the gazes of both men. “I’m fine. Sorry, I suck at that.”

“What? No,” Logan was all over Cole as he tried to refute the man’s statement. “You looked so hot sucking his dick, Cole. It’s not your fault Jared’s too rough. Even I have trouble sometimes.”

Cole doubted that. However, Jared gave a solemn nod of agreement that he didn’t have the confidence to argue with. Not when he couldn’t even suck the man’s dick properly.

“Hey,” Logan tried again, squeezing Cole’s shoulders gently to keep his attention. “We can do it together, yeah?”

Why was he so perfect? So sweet? Cole felt his chest clench at how tender Logan was treating him. How good-looking Logan was, naked and blindingly confident as he gave Cole a supportive smile.

Cole sighed, still avoiding the man’s gaze as he asked, “You still want to?”

“Of course I do!” Logan reassured him. Cole felt a little sick realizing that this was only going to worsen his crush.

How was he supposed to pretend like he wasn’t head over heels for Logan after sharing a moment like this?

“You don’t have to, Cole. I get it if I’m too rough for you. I’m still working on that.”

Cole frowned. ‘Working on that’? What did that mean?

Either way, Jared was obviously blaming himself for Cole’s struggles. They were just too nice. The nice, perfect couple. How did he fit into that?

Slowly, he pushed Logan off of him so that he could sit up.

“You still want me to suck your dick?” he asked, more than a little doubtful.

To his shock, Jared actually showed a little embarrassment of his own, avoiding eye contact. “Of course I do. But only if you’re comfortable continuing.”

Logan caught his attention by grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. The man was grinning mischievously as he shamelessly said, “He still hasn’t come yet. Let’s get him off together. Jare would love that.”

Cole didn’t really have time to be embarrassed when he was being yanked back to kneel in front of Jared at Logan’s side. Still holding his hand like a warm vice, Logan eagerly leaned in to lap at his boyfriend’s dick.

Although he’d just been inside Logan while the man had sucked Jared’s dick, kneeling beside them felt like he was barging into an intimate moment. He didn’t get much time to psych himself out, though, because Jared was threading a hand through his hair and tugging him in.

Cole’s eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away, using the push forward as a way to clear his head of bothersome thoughts. With a slow exhale, he gripped Logan’s hand a little tighter and leaned forward to nuzzle the base of Jared’s cock. His scent wasn’t strong, a slight musk and the faintest hint of Logan’s lip balm. Cole almost laughed at his observation. Logan and Jared really couldn’t keep their hands—or mouths—off each other.

Slowly, gathering courage, he worked his way up from the base, trailing his lips along the warm, velvety length. Jared was a nice size, not terribly big, but enough to be proud of. It was a lot less intimidating when it wasn’t being forced down his throat.

Jared didn’t let go of him, fingers massaging his scalp in soothing circles as he trailed up to the head of Jared’s dick. He felt uncharacteristically relaxed, even when he bumped into Logan, who was busily teasing the underside of his boyfriend’s tip with that wicked tongue of his.

Logan paused his ministrations to drag Cole into a hard kiss, his swollen lips demanding. Cole couldn’t help the moan he let out, Logan briefly biting his bottom lip before he turned back to the man most in need of his talented mouth. Jared had been so patient with them, Cole felt just a little in awe of the man.

And maybe a little jealous of Logan.

Which was silly, considering his crush had initially been on Logan, but after spending so much time with the couple it was near impossible to not catch feelings for Jared as well. They were an intoxicating pair.

Logan gave him just enough room to slip his tongue over the head of Jared’s cock, getting a taste of his surprisingly sweet precum. Jared gave a hard exhale and tugged at his hair, drawing another moan from Cole. These men just played his body too well for it to make any sense. But he was much too far gone to question that now.

“You like that, huh babe?” Logan purred, rubbing at Jared’s thigh seductively. Cole would never be able to admit just how good it made him feel when Jared gave a lazy nod and a moan.

“See? He loves it, Cole. You’re doing great,” Logan turned to him happily, looking sweeter than he should when they were tag-teaming a blowjob.

But that was just his personality—perverted or not, Logan was a sweetheart.

The encouragement was nice, helping Cole relax that much more. However, when Logan moved back towards Jared’s dick, he still moved away a bit to let Logan wrap his lips around the tip. If Jared was going to be deep throated today it was going to be done by Logan, encouragement be damned. That didn’t make it any easier.

That didn’t mean he didn’t work his jaw sore and his lips swollen trying to please Jared in other ways. And the entire time, Jared never let go of him, letting him know he was appreciated even when it was Logan’s insane lack of a gag reflex that had Jared moaning and rocking his hips.

It was only a matter of time before Jared was gently pushing them both away with a hissed warning of, “I’m gonna come.”

Logan was practically sparkling as he shot Cole a wink and a grin before turning his face up to Jared expectantly.

“Are we sharing?” he asked Jared, who was hardly in the condition to respond as he jacked himself off hurriedly.

Jared only frowned with a quick glance in Cole’s direction. Logan gave a giddy laugh and pulled Cole in close beside him. “Give us a show, big boy,” he teased.

Then he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, which had Cole raising his eyebrows.

He hadn’t known Logan was into facials.

He didn’t mimic Logan’s actions, but the sight itself was really something. He watched Jared reach his climax, all gritted teeth and tensed muscles, and the man let his spunk shoot out into Logan’s mouth. Only a bit missed, dribbling over Logan’s chin.

It was a level of sensuality Cole had never witnessed in his life before today.

Not that he was just a witness, though. He should have expected Logan wouldn’t let him get away with just watching. The man didn’t waste any time to yank him closer and smack a wet, cum-tainted kiss on his lips. Luckily, Cole didn’t mind, and Jared’s cum was hardly the worst thing he’d tasted, so he just kissed Logan back.

He gave a thoughtful hum as Logan broke off the kiss, leaning back in to lick the rogue stripe of cum off of Logan’s chin. The action earned him an excited giggle, and Logan was throwing himself into Cole’s arms for a hug.

He scattered kisses over Cole’s throat, so wriggly he was reminding Cole of an excited puppy. “That was so much fun! Did you have fun?”

Cole was just about to answer, but the words died on his tongue when he felt Jared drag them both to their feet and press back up behind him. This was a very familiar position for them, it seemed.

Except Jared was all done up back in his pants, while he was bare from the waist down and Logan was proudly nude. He had no problem with Logan’s nudity—he was beautiful, and his bare skin felt wonderful under Cole’s hands. It was his own bareness aside from a cum-stained t-shirt that had him feeling a little awkward.

“Well, did you?” Jared prompted, a smug smirk on his face. His hands settled on Cole’s hips, making the man jump.

“Yeah, I did,” he muttered, burying his face in Logan’s neck to hide his absolute mortification, even as Logan began squealing in his ear.

So, he liked it—who wouldn’t enjoy that? It didn’t really mean anything, did it? It was just sex.

And yet, his heart certainly didn’t behave like it didn’t mean anything when Logan pulled back to give him a sparkling smile and a kiss so tender it should have been illegal.

“Logan, that’s enough now. Why don’t you get dressed so Cole can catch his breath?”

Cole wouldn’t have minded holding onto Logan for a while longer. It was his one and only chance to hold such a perfect man and love him like he wanted to.

He gave a long exhale when Logan pouted and backed off of him, pacing back to his clothes to get redressed.

Cole watched him turn, and his eyes flitted down to Logan’s ass. There he noticed the shine of what was undeniably his cum leaking out. He knew he’d never forget a sight like that, but he quickly wrenched off his already soiled shirt to toss it at Logan.

The man jumped at the unexpected impact, turning back to fix him with a look of confusion. “Clean yourself off a bit, first,” Cole directed gently, his eyes flicking down to Logan’s lower half. Logan followed his gaze and gave a quick laugh before doing exactly as directed.

Cole was so used to watching the man do anything that he didn’t think anything of what he was witnessing until Jared spoke up beside him.

“I know you weren’t expecting that, I’m sorry.”

No shit. Cole chuckled dryly and shook his head. How could anyone expect an experience like that?

They both watched Logan get dressed silently for a moment longer, and he was still beaming as if he’d just had the best day of his life. That sight alone was well worth the shock and embarrassment he’d felt.

“As long as Logan had fun, I’m happy.”

Jared crossed his arms, observing Cole with a sly smile that made Cole self-conscious, as he was still very nude. He gave a quick pat to Cole’s bare hip and moved away to helpfully retrieve his clothes for him.

“I had a feeling you’d say that.”