Chapter Seven
Marco
My heart’s pounding as I pull into Russell’s driveway. It’s been a week since the three of us all went out individually, and while we’ve all been texting back and forth since, we haven’t been able to come to any conclusions, and decided that the three of us needed to sit down and talk together.
I’ve got no idea what to expect. And no idea what I’m hoping for, either, because honestly, I have no fucking clue how to choose between these two. I’ve never felt like this for anyone, let alone felt these kinds of feelings twice over, and it’s been eating me alive.
I’m the last one here. I recognize Sofia’s little Toyota sitting behind Russell’s Dodge in the driveway. I know the Dodge all too well, because I’d been pressed up against in when he kissed me after we walked back from the pizza place.
I can still feel his lips on mine anytime I think about it.
But that kiss with Sofia was just as sweet. Maybe sweeter, but Russell’s roughness isn’t a bad thing, either.
Fuck. My head’s a mess, and it has been all week. I can barely eat, I lie awake in bed thinking about them both…it’s enough to drive me to madness.
I keep telling myself that I’ll be fine no matter how this pans out. After all, I’ve spent less than a full day with each of them, surely I’d be fine if one of them walked out of my life, right?
But I don’t feel like I would. Sure, I haven’t spent that much time with them face to face, but I’ve been texting both of them daily since the night we met, and the three of us even have a group chat together where all three of us talk.
I’m simultaneously the happiest and the most terrified I’ve ever been, because I know that I might not just lose one of them, I might lose them both.
But I swallow my fears and march to the front door. My finger’s barely brushed over the doorbell when the door swings open, revealing a rather rough-looking Russell.
It looks like he’s in the same general state I am. His usually carefully-kempt facial hair is a little overgrown, and dark circles rim his brown eyes. But despite that, he greets me with a smile. “Hey.”
“Hey. I’m not late, am I?” I glance at my watch.
“No, Sof was early. Come on in.”
He steps back and lets me inside, and I can see that Sofia’s already settled on the couch, clutching a water bottle with both hands and picking anxiously at the label. She’s got raccoon eyes that match both of ours, and her hair is pulled back in a messy bun.
She looks up and brightens a little bit to see me, but I can see the strain in her face.
While I don’t like seeing either of them suffering, it’s kind of a relief to know that my feelings are mutual. We’re all in the same boat, it seems, even if it’s a boat we don’t exactly want to be in.
“You want anything to drink?” Russell offers.
“I’m okay,” I reply.
“Well, grab a seat wherever,” he says, plunking himself down in an armchair across from the couch.
I decide to go ahead and join Sofia on the couch, wanting to sit close to her, but opting against it for the time being.
“So…” I try and begin, but I don’t know where to go with it, so I just trail off, leaving the sentence hanging.
“I haven’t come up with anything. Anyone else?” Russell asks, point-blank.
“No,” Sofia shakes her head, sighing, “I thought it was going to be this easy thing, we go out, someone clicks, decision made.”
“But everyone clicked,” I reply, looking around, “Right?”
They both nod in agreement. “I can’t choose between the two of you,” Russell says, “I had so much fun with each of you, and even more with both of you.”
“So what the hell does that mean? What do we do with that?”
“Have a threesome?” Sofia quips, a halfhearted joke.
The idea immediately puts some very, very vivid pictures into my head and sends blood rushing directly to my crotch faster than I would have thought humanly possible. I force myself to chuckle, but to my surprise, Russell is silent. “We could,” he muses aloud.
“Wait, what?” Sofia’s eyes widen.
“Why not? None of us are officially tied down, and even if we were, it’s not like that’s ever stopped those married couples that bring someone new in to ‘spice things up.’ We’re all adults, we’re all attracted to each other…why shouldn’t we?”
“That sounds like a good way to make things even more complicated than they already are,” I say bluntly, even though the hornier part of my brain is absolutely fucking screaming at me not to fight this.
“Or maybe we find out we’re not all compatible on a physical level and we find a solution to all of this,” he counters.
It’s not a bad point. Sometimes you click with a person, but then when it comes down to the dirty, the chemistry just isn’t there. Maybe that could be a way to determine how the three of us go forward.
“And if it doesn’t?” Sofia asks, “What if that just makes things worse like Marco said?”
“Then at least we had a hell of a good time,” he replies with a smirk that makes my already aching dick throb.
Sofia’s face reddens and she hastily takes a big gulp from the water bottle, but I can see how her hands are trembling and the way she’s pressing her thighs together.
“I can’t exactly say I’m opposed,” I admit quietly.
I hear her breath hitch as she turns to me, see his eyes glimmer as he eyes me, and I can’t tell if my heart’s stopped completely or if it’s racing out of my fucking chest. All I can see, all I can feel is the two of them, a palpable electricity crackling between all three of us.
It’s quiet for a long moment, then finally, Sofia timidly asks: “Do you have condoms?”
And it’s like the question sets off a fucking hurricane. Russell springs to his feet and grabs Sofia, I think more out of proximity than anything else, and drags her close to him for a kiss. “Plenty,” he assures her, then looks at me and adds, “Lube, too.”
I swallow, hard. In one of our spicier text conversations, we’d sort of discussed the whole bottom-top dynamic, and while both of us were open to both (although Russell had never actually tried it), I preferred the bottom, and just thinking about it is enough to make precum drip from the head of my cock, dampening the cotton of my boxers.
The three of us stumble towards his bedroom, stopping along the way to kiss and touch. First Russell and Sofia, then Sofia and me, then me and Russell…it’s a tangle of hands and lips and tongues, and I hardly realize that we’re all undressing each other until we’re in Russell’s bedroom and I finally take in the sight of both of them.