He’d done it.

He actually did it.

A lifetime of being so damned sure he was a very vanilla guy, never one to fantasize about anything that you would see outside of something steamy on cable television...and he just had a threesome with his girlfriend…

And her husband.

Andrew was having a problem processing that.

It was just...so strange to think that he had sex with his girlfriend and her husband. A man. And he didn’t hate it. In fact, he enjoyed it. Like, a lot. Like….best sex he ever had by far, a lot.

And he didn’t know how to feel about that. It was great, but it felt so -

Forbidden?

Like...he should feel guilty?

Andrew lay in the darkness for a long time thinking about that. After briefly reminding himself that he didn’t have work or class today – or tomorrow – he proceeded to lay in bed sweating and trying not to have a panic attack. He had a threesome, and he agreed to give a three-way relationship a chance. That so wasn’t his style. He was a monogamous sort of guy – he was easily jealous and needy and possessive. And he – he agreed to a three-way relationship!

Something touched his shoulder and he jerked, surprised, relaxing when he recognized it as being Corey’s hand, gently pulling him from his side and onto his back. Andrew blinked in the darkness and looked over to see the silhouette of Corey’s large body shifting to move closer.

“Are you up?”

Andrew rubbed at his face. “I’m awake.” He heard Corey exhale in the darkness. “What time is it?”

“Noon.” Corey rumbled, his voice heavy and rough from sleep. “We can sleep more. Sally won’t be home for another couple hours.” He mumbled before he slid close to lay right next to Andrew, the swell of his heavily muscled chest pressing against Andrew’s forearm.

Andrew flushed a little a the skin contact before he sighed through his nose and crossed his legs under the blanket and stared up at the ceiling in the darkness. He frowned. Sally didn’t have classes today, so she would only have office hours, but she liked to be home for lunch...but she wasn’t. Andrew tensed.

“What?”

“Sally likes to be home for lunch, even on days she only has office hours. It was why she likes to live so close to work.” Adam said quietly. “Why didn’t she come home today?”

“Sally’s impulsive, who knows,” Corey muttered, his hot breath fanning against Andrew’s shoulder as he moved his head lower to let it rest next to Andrew’s on his pillow.

“Yeah, but she always has lunch at home. It’s her thing. She likes to eat at home. But she’s not here.”

Andrew sat up suddenly to stare at the closed door. “Do you think she didn’t like what we did?”

“Wha-”

“Like she got weirded out? Like it wasn’t what she thought it would be, and seeing us like that freaked her out, and now she’s upset at me for doing it?” Andrew continued in an increasingly panicked tone. He looked around in the darkness. “I need to call her.”

Corey let out a hard exhale. “I talked to her while you were asleep,” Andrew whipped his head around to stare at Corey, watching as he sat up. The darkness made him so much more imposing, almost sinister. And Andrew felt embarrassed to admit it was kind of sexy. “She said once she got back, we should all go out on a date together and catch a movie, and then fuck around when we get back.”

Andrew felt his stress melt away and his shoulders relaxed, “Oh.” He let out a long breath, slowly laying back down. “That’s good. Okay.” He shifted to pull his covers higher up, hesitating before he moved a little bit closer to Corey, who laid back down then.

“Does what she think really matter that much to you?” The older man asked, sounding tense.

“Of course,” Andrew said without hesitation, “I love her, and when you love someone, it’s important what they think and feel because...you want them to think good things and feel good things,” Corey grunted at this, but Andrew continued. “It’s important to me that...Sally gets what she needs from this, since she’s the one that – that needs this.” He said quietly, chewing on the inside of his cheek, “And I just want to give her what she needs.”

Corey sighed hard at that. “Kid-” Andrew scoffed, “What?”

“Should you really be calling me ‘kid’, considering what just went down in the shower?” Andrew teased, hiding his smile under the blanket even though he knew Corey had no way of seeing it in the darkness.

Corey chuckled darkly at that. “I don’t care how many times we fuck, you’re always going to be much younger than me, and considering I call anyone more than a month younger than me ‘kid’...you should probably get used to it.”

“So what should I call you?” Andrew teased, “Gramps?” Corey let out a harsh laugh.

“You can call me Daddy,” Corey said then, and Andrew could almost hear the smirk he surely had, “I think that would suit me just fine.”

Andrew’s own grin dampened. Daddy.

How was this new dynamic...going to factor in Andrew’s plan to be a daddy? Was Sally going to want to bring kids into this relationship? Did Andrew want kids in this dynamic? It would be unconventional, and Andrew had wanted something far more stable than his own crazy childhood. But this could be stable, couldn’t it? If all three of them wanted kids?

The bed shifted as Corey slid down further and laid his arm on Andrew’s hip. “We could work up to that, if it’s not something your comfortable with right now…” He said quietly.
Andrew frowned. “I was just thinking about, you know...real kids and being a real daddy.” He mumbled, “And how this new dynamic is going to factor into that.”

Corey vibrated with the laughter that tinted his tone – “Did Sally actually talk about having kids with you?”

“Well-” Andrew chewed on the inside of his cheek again. “Kinda? I mean -” He huffed, scowling, upset Corey would find that funny, “She said she needed an equal partner and stuff to feel comfortable having kids, but – I thought maybe if I -” He rolled his eyes and rubbed at his face, “It’s stupid, but- you know, I just thought….you know, we were at a good place in our relationship, and-”

“Kid, you’re what? Twenty?”

“Yeah…in a month.”

Corey swore under his breath before he said louder “You have plenty of time to have kids. Right now you should be enjoying your youth and having a wild time so when you're old and weighed down with responsibility, you have something to reflect on.” He slid his hand down Andrew’s leg to grasp at his thigh through the blanket. “Once you put kids into that equation, your life is boring as fuck. Enjoy not having them while you can. Travel.” He shifted closer so that Andrew could feel his large, naked body and its heat brush up against his own. “Have adventures while you’re free.”

Andrew frowned at that. “Having kids...would be its own adventure. Being a parent, and raising kids, and having a schedule, and….watching them grow up...and staying in one place, forever, sounds really great to me. That’s the adventure I want to go on as soon as I possibly can.”