Riley pushed Dash gently down onto the mattress, hovering over his body. They’d all three stripped to their boxers to swim, but seeing Dash like this added a new layer of intensity. Riley's eyes roved, drinking in the finely muscled lines of him. 

“What are you thinking?” Dash murmured as he ran his hands along Riley's forearms, curiosity burning in his gaze. "You've seen me more naked than this.”

“I was trying so hard not to look, before,” Riley said, his finger tracing the honeycomb inked over Dash’s hip. It had sparked a curiosity in Riley, the first time he’d seen it. Now it fueled his hunger. 

“You have no idea how strange it is that this is OK," he said, pressing his thumb a little harder against the golden-brown tattoo, reveling in the way that made Dash's breath hitch.

He felt the bed dip as Gabe moved behind him, his own breath affected at the press of Gabe's warm body to his.  

“More than OK,” Gabe murmured, nipping at Riley’s earlobe. “Although, I’m a little curious to know how often Dash was trying to tempt you with his naked body, before now.”

“I wasn’t!” Dash said with a laughing protest. Gabe hooked his chin over Riley’s shoulder, wrapping an arm across his waist. They both admired the flush that spread across Dash’s chest, exposing the truth.

“I mean, I wasn’t super intentionally doing it,” he admitted. “But there was kind of a point where I realized I maybe wasn’t getting dressed right away because I was perhaps hoping Riley might like the view…”

“You were making me crazy on purpose?” Riley said, his tone suddenly serious. 

Dash looked up in alarm, but before he could mount a defense Riley’s hands move to his thighs, slipping under his boxers and squeezing hard. Dash let out a shuddering yelp. Riley lowered himself slowly, deliberately, letting his body hover just over Dash’s. Dash squirmed, trying to pull Riley close, but he held himself just out of reach. He ghosted his lips over Dash’s. 

“Guess that means it’s my turn to drive you wild.”

“Holy--” was all Dash had time to get out before Riley dove in, claiming Dash’s mouth with a hard, swift kiss. He tangled one hand in Dash's dark hair, keeping Dash right where he wanted him, while using his other arm to keep his balance. Dash's hands were urgent, demanding Riley move closer, but Riley wasn't ready to give in. Not yet.

When Dash made a noise halfway between a moan and a frustrated cry, Riley moved again, pushing himself up and out of Dash's reach. He reached for Gabe, tumbling him down onto the mattress and pressing his full weight on top of him. Gabe's thighs parted, welcoming Riley back as his hands roved up and down his body, reacquainting themselves with Riley’s dips and ridges. 

Riley felt a shuddering breath roll through him, struggling to think beyond the tremors of pleasure Gabe's touch induced. Riley ground their bodies together slowly, deliberately, eliciting a gasp from more than just Gabe.

Stealing a glance to the side, Riley saw that Dash was watching them with rapt attention, eyes wide as saucers. If he'd ever allowed himself the fantasy, Riley would have imagined that Dash was the type of lover to want to be center stage for all things, but it seemed that he really did like to watch. As Riley and Gabe moved against each other, it was clear to see that Dash enjoyed the show.

Using one arm to prop himself up over Gabe, Riley reached for Dash with the other, his hand slipping past the waistband of his boxers. Dash shivered and writhed as Riley touched him, exploring the muscles of his lower abdomen, the soft skin of his inner thighs. He touched everywhere but where Dash needed him most, and soon the younger man began to whine impatiently.  

Riley felt Gabe’s laughter in all the places their bodies touched.  

“You know you earned some teasing, love,” Gabe said.  

“This isn’t teasing, this is torture,” Dash whined, twisting his body in a failed attempt to control Riley’s touch. “He’s-- I’m already-- No one’s even naked yet!”

“Well, he’s got a point there,” Gabe said, flashing a mischievous smile up at Riley. Riley dragged his fingers over Dash’s thigh once more before twisting to grip the boxer’s waistband, pulling them down in one quick move. As he tossed the last of Dash’s clothing aside, Riley felt Gabe shift beneath him, wriggling out of his own pair.  

Riley raised a hand to remove his own boxers, only to feel it swatted away. Dash was done with being controlled and he pounced, pushing Riley onto his back. Before Riley had time to react, Dash's head bobbed down. 

“Oh, fu--”

Riley just barely had the presence of mind to lift his hips as Dash’s teeth sunk into the band of his underwear, tugging them swiftly down to Riley’s knees.

Riley wanted to play it cool. Some part of him still couldn't totally believe this was happening, worried that any minute Dash or Gabe might change their minds. Even now, with Gabe warm and eager at his side. With Dash's hungry eyes raking down his own frame.

This is real, he reminded himself, a rush of happiness pushing the anxiety back. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady out. 

“Well,” Dash said triumphantly as he sat up, taking in his first full, unrestricted sight of Riley. “You really do like us, huh?”

"Like you?" Riley said, trying to sound unaffected through his daze. He tucked his arms up behind his head, flexing just enough to know that Dash saw, gray eyes flashing over the pull of taut muscles. “Not sure yet. Was thinking maybe I’d trade you in for an older model.”

“Well that’s ridiculous--” Dash began, but Gabe sat up and moved behind him, wrapping his arms around Dash’s waist.

“What he lacks in years, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm, trust me,” Gabe said. He held Riley’s gaze as he began to kiss Dash’s neck, stroking him gently. As Dash’s soft moans began to fill the room, there could be no doubt about Riley’s interest level.  

Soon Dash and Gabe fell back to the bed, moving to pepper Riley with attention. Riley’s breath hitched, his arousal building with every touch. It was clear that he was far from alone in that.  

“Not to-- ah!-- kill the mood,” Gabe said as Riley licked up his chest. “But do we-- do either of you have--”

“Duh!” Dash said, popping up from where he’d been pressing biting kisses to Riley's thighs. He leaned over the bed, stretching as far as he could to reach the nightstand drawer. He pulled out the box of condoms, ripping it open. Riley let out a surprised little laugh, and Dash arched a brow at him.  

“Sorry,” he said, running his hands up Dash’s side and making him shiver. “I spent most of yesterday fucking terrified I was going to hear you two together, knowing it was going to kill me. It didn’t even occur to me until just now that you hadn’t...”  

“Oh, no!” Gabe said, sitting up on his elbows. “Not with-- and, oh gods, when I told you we’d had a late night and you looked so miserable--” 

Riley grabbed Gabe’s chin, kissing away the little frown that had developed. “Big misunderstanding, I get it, now. Anyways, turns out seeing you two together has, uh, the exact opposite effect I expected.”

“We are kinda cute, right?” Dash said, rolling close again and licking up the side of Gabe’s neck. Riley dug his fingers into Gabe’s hip, eliciting a whimper Riley definitely wanted to hear more of.  

“Cute enough to keep,” Riley agreed. Please, he begged the universe.

Dash smirked and pushed at Riley’s shoulder, moving to straddle him. He lowered himself in a way that had Riley grunting, wiping out rational thought. 

“Good,” Dash said, rolling his hips with deliberate, excruciating slowness. “Because you’ve already seen the lengths I’ll go to to keep a good man around.”

“Oh gods,” Gabe said, throwing his arm over his eyes and laughing. Riley was too busy experiencing the sensations of Dash’s pun to roll his eyes at it. Dash could make all the bad jokes he wanted, as long as he never stopped what he was--

But Dash did pause, long enough to make both his partners look curiously up at him. Curiosity quickly turned to admiration of all the slim, colorful lines of his frame, the bruised fullness of his lips, how so many hands had turned his black hair into a wildly disheveled mess.  

And then there were his bright gray eyes, staring back at them with a radiant pride, a possessiveness that told them they were his. A claim no one in that room had any desire to break.  

“Fuck,” Riley said, his need intensifying. He reached down, threading his fingers with Gabe’s. “This is really happening.”  

“It is,” Gabe said, rolling Riley’s earlobe between his teeth. “Tell us how you want us?”

“Like this, forever,” Riley said without thinking. He felt Gabe’s shuddering breath against his neck.  

“I think we can arrange that,” Dash said, leaning down and pressing his palms against Riley’s chest, kneading the muscles there. “But for this time, the first time… Riley, will you please fuck me?”