“Yesterday was an extraordinary day,” I begin. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“And part of the reason yesterday was so extraordinary,” I continue bravely, “is because I got to share a… shall we say,momentwith each of you. An extraordinary moment.”
Irving looks at Cal. Cal looks at Irving and smiles in a friendly way. Not a triumphant way. Not a challenging way. Just a brotherly way. I know that he is making an effort, specifically, to bring us all together. This is what I had to talk to myself about. His intentions were subtle at first, but much clearer the more I thought about them.
And Irving?
Well, I’m about to test his tolerance for audacity, after all.
“Yesterday was perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing. And so… I don’t want to change a thing. Is that all right?”
“That’s all right with me,” Cal answers first.
Irving takes a breath. He clenches his jaw. He looks far out through the window, to the horizon beyond. I reach out and take his hands, forcing him to look at me.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” he growls through gritted teeth.
“Of course you do,” I counter with a sympathetic smile. “I want everything that yesterday was to continue. I want you. I want Cal too. Not for a lifetime. Just for now. Can we do that?”
Cal barks a laugh. He chuckles into his hand sheepishly and turns away.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” Irving scoffs.
“You said I would like her,” Cal shrugs. “And you absolutely called it right. Have you ever met anyone like this?”
Irving meets my eyes again, and I can see him struggling. I can see him trying to find his way back to the moment we shared yesterday. It’s difficult for him, but he leans into it, and then he leans into me.
I can taste the fruit on his breath. I can taste the salt from an early morning jog he must have taken. I can also taste his desire, and his stubborn, stern brashness.
His kiss takes my breath away, and with his hands behind my neck he pulls me toward him, crushing me in his embrace. I let the sensations overtake me, submitting willingly to his insistent desires.
“My turn, then?” comes a voice.
I think he is talking to me, but when I open my eyes, Irving and Cal are looking at each other. It’s a silent, intense standoff. I’m not entirely sure what is going to happen until Irving’s hands loosen and he gently sets me down.
“Thank you, brother,” Cal murmurs before catching my cheeks in his hands.
He turns my face toward his, smiling sweetly at me before his mouth covers mine. He tastes of coffee and vaguely of chocolate as well. His thumbs strokes my cheekbones as he kisses me sweetly. I can taste his honesty in his kiss. It’s a strange feeling, but I feel as though we have just made some kind of pact.
“We have an understanding, but the deal is not completed,” I smile.
Taking a few steps back, I pause to make sure I have their undivided attention. Both brothers stare at me hungrily, nearly identical and yet utterly different. Cal is relaxed, dressed in baggy linen shorts and a pale blue, V-neck T-shirt that hugs his thick biceps. Irving is more formal, more tense. He is wearing a zip-up exercise shirt fit for the handball courts.
And now, I am wearing nothing at all.
I let the bathrobe fall from my shoulders and crumble on the floor behind me. There. In full daylight, in front of two of the most beautiful men in the world, I have just exposed myself completely.
“Now, you,” I murmur, my voice soft but plain.
It only takes a moment for them to comply. They step out of their clothes, becoming more like each other with each garment that is discarded. When they both stand there, completely naked, they are practically identical from the neck down. Cal’s hair is longer, and his tan is deeper. Irving’s pursed lips belie an inner battle that I know I can help him win.
But each of them is sculpted to perfection. They are like twin Adonises, as though created from clay by the same artist. Light wings of downy hair frost their ample pecs. Their nipples are pale and taut under the manly sprinkling of chest hair. A subtle column of hair continues down their ridged abs, narrowing to a point over their matching thick, heavy erections.
My mouth waters as I brazenly stare at them. But since they are staring at me, it seems only fair. Both of them are hard and ready, so thick I wonder if I can get my hands all the way around them. With my palms itching, I am eager to try.