Page 47 of Ballads of Lines Blurred

“I want to see you like this more often,” Milo said.

“The stage is where I can let everything go and just play. Where the world doesn’t exist.”

“It’s a good look on you,” I added.

“Thank you both for being there tonight. I was nervous before we went on, but once we were playing and even after, to see you both there, it meant everything to me. Our pictures were taken. It might get rough for a bit with them talking about us. Can we let it go for tonight and revel in this feeling?” I would have given him anything he wanted if it made him smile like he was.

“Can I make you feel a little more?” Milo asked.

Slater peered down at him. “You can, but I want to know what you’re feeling first. Tell me so I know I’m not alone.”

“Not alone. Not even a little bit. I can’t…” Milo blew out a breath. “It’s hard for me to dive in like this, but I feel it here.” He put his palm against his chest. “For both of you. I just can’t express it yet in words.” That explained a lot about Milo. When he couldn’t talk, he showed how he felt.

I stepped closer, putting my palm over his on his chest. “I’m in for everything.”

“Thank you.”

“Slater?” I asked.

“I want you both.” His hand went to his cock, which was hard behind his jeans.

“Bed,” I said. “Luckily, I know the way.”

With a grin and a hard-on of my own, I took Milo’s hand in mine and pulled him from the kitchen. He grabbed Slater’s hand. The three of us went through the living room, up the stairs, and right into Slater’s bedroom, which still had the curtains open. I quickly closed them. I didn’t think there were photographers looking in, but I wasn’t one to take chances. We deserved privacy, for this moment to be just about us, no one else.

The room stayed mostly bathed in darkness. Only the light from the hallway bleeding in through the open door.

“Condoms and lube are in the nightstand,” Slater said. “I never bring anyone here. They’re more of a just in case.”

“So, we’re your first in a way.” Milo smirked. “First to fool around on your couch. First to get into your bed with you and do naughty things.”

“I like this,” I hummed and stepped behind Slater, my hands coasting over his back. “We get to make good memories for you here. Get your sheets to smell like our cum.” He shuddered beneath my touch. The thought of bringing this man to his knees was heady. I lined my body up with his from behind and licked up his neck until I got to his ear. “What do you prefer? Top? Bottom? Both?”

“Both,” he said on a breath. “Anything, everything. I’ve never been with two people before.”

“Me neither, but I bet it’s going to be hot.” I pressed my cock to his ass, silently cursing the clothing between us.

Milo crowded Slater’s front. “How about we get onto the bed without our clothes on and see where our dicks end up?”

I didn’t bother waiting for anyone else to move first. Leaning back, I lifted my shirt off and shed everything below the waist. Slater and Milo began kissing while I was busy undressing. I went back to Slater, notched my now free cock against his jean-clad ass and pushed my fingers under his shirt until I got to his chest so I could pinch his nipples. The gasp he let out in Milo’s mouth told me enough to let me know I was on the right track.

It wasn’t that I didn’t know what I was doing. I’d had sex enough to where I was pretty confident, but with Slater and Milo, I wanted to be better than I was before. This wasn’t a rush to the finish line, rather taking time to get to know each other. Except, I wasn’t certain if any of us had the willpower to go slow right now.

Milo must have worked Slater’s jeans open because I felt his hands beneath the fabric as they went to his ass and started pushing them down. They fell to Slater’s knees, but Milo’s hand reached for my cock, to rub me the best he could. It wasn’t enough. I pushed my cock down, so it tucked under Slater’s ass, between his thighs, which he clenched.

“Jesus.” I thrust once, not trusting myself to stop if I did more.

Instead, I pulled back and helped Slater step out of his jeans. Milo stripped in the meantime, then climbed onto the bed to lie on his back. “Just so you know, I top. I’m fine with some ass play, but I want to be buried in someone, not the other way around.” He fisted his cock, pointing it toward the ceiling.

“Is that an invitation?” Slater asked, his confidence growing. He was that way on stage. I loved how it transferred into here with us too.

“You can sit on my dick any day, rock star.”

Slater grabbed the lube and condoms. The condoms landed on the bed. The lube he popped the top on and put some onto his fingers. His legs spread, bracing on the floor, as he bent forward to kiss Milo. His fingers reached around to his ass as he began working himself open.

My cock was in my hand before I even thought about it. Milo leisurely played with himself. Slater’s finger was buried in his own ass. Who did I go to first?

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