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“I’m not sure how much I ever told you about my childhood,” Joey continues, shocking me as he opens up even more. “I was the forgotten second son of two loudly homophobic parents. They praised hypermasculinity and traditional gender roles, and I grew up convinced something was wrong with me because I never quite fit in. I loved sports but wasn’t as coordinated as my professional-baseball-playing older brother, Jesse. When I realized I was gay, I thought I’d have to hide it forever, that I’d never truly be happy.”

“Good thing you met me,” Patrick teases, but Joey nods seriously.

“Patrick changed everything for me. He never pressured me, but just seeing the way he approached life so unapologetically, the way his family and friends supported him, it inspired me to take risks I’d never imagined taking. We eventually dated publicly and got married when it became legal.” The love Joey has for Patrick is written all over his face as he stares at his husband while he continues explaining to me. “So much time has passed, but when Patrick smiles at me with his warm green gaze full of love and desire, I still feel just as lucky as I did that first night outside of that bar. Like I’m with the most popular, attractive, interesting person I’ve ever met, and for some reason they want to be with me just as much. It’s an addictive feeling, and I’m glad it’s never gone away.”

Well, that’s fucking adorable, and I’m not jealous at all. Definitely the reminder I needed of their ongoing commitment to each other. I try to think of a way to respond with something that doesn’t sound like I’m full of envy. “You don’t talk to your family anymore, right?”

“Yeah, when I introduced Patrick as my boyfriend and came out to my brother, they all cut me out of their lives, but they were pretty awful people, so it was for the best. Shortly after you moved to LA, my nephew, Jace, shocked the hell out of us. He reached out because my brother reacted horribly to him coming out, so he actually lived with us for years. I’ve since reconnected with my niece as well. I wish there was more I could’ve done for them growing up, but my brother didn’t let me see them.”

“Jace still lives in the city. He’s the best,” Patrick adds. “You’ll have to meet him when we’re all back in New York. He’s only nine years younger than you.”

“Is he single?” I jokingly ask, but apparently that was in poor taste because both Patrick and Joey’s expressions immediately fall.

“He’s married,” Joey replies flatly. “Did you ever watch Love Without Labels?”

I shake my head. “I’ve heard of it, but no. It aired while I was figuring out my move across the country. Why, was he on it?”

“Yeah, but enough about Jace. Are we not enough for you?” Patrick asks, scooting even closer to me as he places one of his large hands on my thigh under the water. I let out a nervous laugh as he inches his hand up, his fingers slipping under the bottom of my swim shorts.

“You two are alright,” I tease. “I just figured if there was a single, queer man that looked like a younger Joey in New York, I’d want to meet him.”

“I thought you said I looked even hotter now than I did fifteen years ago?” Joey challenges with a smirk as he closes the remaining space on my other side, mirroring Patrick’s position, putting a hand high on my other thigh.

“You are,” I admit, followed by a large swallow as blood rushes to my dick. I might have been cold when I first walked out here, but after a few minutes in the hot tub, I’m practically sweating, and the gorgeous men surrounding me are only adding to that.

I was supposed to be reminding myself that Joey and Patrick are a couple, that I’m the third wheel here, but once again they’re doing a horrible job of making me feel left out.

“Don’t you want to try the last drink?” I offer weakly, not actually opposed to their attention on me, even if it’s not what I was expecting with how that conversation was going.

“Hmm, I think I’d rather taste something else first,” Joey replies as his fingers skim under the waistband of my swim trunks.

“Me too,” Patrick agrees as his hand moves to cup my hard cock. “Can I help you get into a better position?”

I nod, and before I even really process what’s happening, Joey is taking the drink out of my hand to set it back on the serving tray, and Patrick is shifting in front of me to grab my hips before hoisting me up and out of the water to sit on the edge of the hot tub. Then, as though it’s been choreographed, they both grip one side of my swim trunks to pull them off as I lift my hips.

“Much better,” Patrick murmurs, his eyes glued to my hard dick straining out in front of me.

“I agree. Are you comfortable?” Joey asks.

“I’m fantastic, nowhere else I’d rather be,” I assure him, my voice already breathy with how turned on I am. The edge of the hot tub is just wide enough for me to sit on, and my legs are resting on the seat underwater. Joey’s on one side of me and Patrick on the other, both of them staring at my cock like it’s their favorite holiday treat they can’t wait to taste.

“Perfect,” Patrick replies with a smug grin, and the next second, he’s leaning in to lick up the length of my erection. Joey snakes one arm under my bent leg to cup my balls as he does the same, licking up the other side, and the sight of both of them on my dick at the same time has even more heat pooling in my gut.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out, gripping the edge of the hot tub so that I don’t fall off as my hips thrust upward in response to their attention.

The corners of their mouths pull up, and they hold eye contact with each other as they continue to lick up and down on either side of my shaft. Their tongues eventually tangle together with my dick between them. They’re making out with each other and also my cock in the most erotic display I’ve ever seen. I’m already leaking like crazy, then one of them moans—I can’t even tell who at this point—and my dick jerks in response to the vibration.

“Holy shit, this is so hot. Oh my god, that feels amazing. You two are a dream,” I pant out. I can’t seem to shut up, let alone have any control over the words coming out of my mouth; I’m too focused on the sight in front of me, trying to memorize what I know will be spank-bank material for years to come.

Reaching over my bent leg, Patrick sucks on my tip while Joey shifts between my thighs before lapping at my balls. Patrick pulls back for a moment to spit directly on my dick before diving back on to suck me down further as he adds his hand to stroke what isn’t in his mouth. Each of their movements has my impending release building low in my gut, threatening to finish me at any moment with how amazing this all feels.

Joey continues to lick, kiss, suck, and tease my balls with his mouth as his hand roams to where my hole is just barely exposed from my angle on the edge of the tub. He teases the entrance without actually putting enough pressure to push in.

They’re everywhere, surrounding me, giving me physical attention in too many places to be from one person at once. It’s another heady reminder of how spoiled I am to have both of their focus be on me.

Joey taps my hole at the same moment Patrick runs his tongue over the sensitive spot at the base of my tip, and it nearly sends me over the edge. “Oh fuck, guys. I’m right there.”

Patrick nods without pulling off my dick. His tongue does wicked things as Joey moans into my balls and applies light pressure to my hole. Hopefully that was his permission to finish inside of his mouth because it’s all too much. I cry out something completely nonsensical as my orgasm crashes into me. It takes all of my physical and mental energy to maintain my grip on the edge of the hot tub as I ride out the waves of intense pleasure so that I don’t flip over the side.