Page 48 of Sidelining the Safety

Drew came up behind Mac and put his arms around the slender waist, hugging his best friend to his bare chest. “Top, bottom, or vers?”

Lee froze, his brain redirecting from its disappointment at missing Drew removing his shirt and exposing that chiseled chest and broad shoulders to his purview. “Uh… I’ve only ever topped. The men I’ve been with?—”

Mac pressed his fingers to Lee’s mouth. “Not what we asked.” He let his fingertips drag softly across Lee’s lips as he dropped his hand to cup Lee’s jaw.

“I… uh… I’ve wanted to… Vers,” he admitted, meeting their gaze, “but I’ve never…”

“Shh… Don’t worry. I’ll take it slow, make it so good for you.”

Lee suppressed a shiver of want when Mac’s hand slid backward to hold the side of his head, those delicate fingertips teasing the skin behind his ear. He stared at Mac. “Really? I would have thought…” His gaze shifted to Drew, who laughed.

“He runs a diner. I think dominance is in his bones. Might be part of the reason why Mac and I never worked when we were younger, but I’ve had enough experience since then to know I like both.”

Younger… Yes, Lee was younger than them. Not by much but enough in this case that they had more sexual experience than what he’d had in college with his singular, vanilla, “I only bottom” boyfriend.

He looked from one to the other. From Mac to Drew, back to Mac’s solemn yet soft gaze. Neither man said anything more, and both seemed to have endless patience to hear what Lee wanted.

“I…” What did he want to say? I’ll try? I want it? Be gentle with me? Lee chuckled internally because he wanted all of that and more. Again he looked at each man, then he closed his eyes, and breathed deeply, letting the caress of Mac’s fingers calm him. He heard a rustle of clothing, and then Drew’s hands landed softly on his shoulders, thumbs kneading into the tight muscles.

Lee let his head droop forward, a Pavlov’s response to someone massaging his neck. Another notch of tension departed, leaving Lee feeling relaxed, but that low thrum took hold again when Mac’s nails scratched his scalp.

“You’re like putty in our hands,” Mac said with a whispered chuckle. “You let us take care of you tonight.”

It wasn’t a question, but… Lee frowned, his shoulders tightening enough that Drew made a noise of concern.

“Shh…” Mac crooned. “There’ll be plenty of other times. I’m not worried. Drew’s not worried. We’re in this, and not going anywhere unless you tell us you’re done. Are you done, Lee?”

Oh fuck, the steel that had leeched into Mac’s voice had the butterflies in Lee’s belly stilling and his cock straining its cotton confines. “No,” he whispered.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Drew murmured.

Mac snickered. He stripped off his shirt and then stepped forward, pressing his chest to Lee’s while pulling Drew to the side and kissing him hard. Lee enjoyed the show while stuck in the middle between these two gorgeous best friends whom he helped bring together.

When they parted, Mac turned a sure eye on him, making Lee feel even less in control. Mac took a step back. “Drew, finish undressing Lee, then lose your clothes, too.”

Drew’s hands glided down Lee’s back until his fingers snagged on the waistband. He tugged at the team-issued athletic pants. As he slid them over Lee’s boxer briefs, his hand brushing across Lee’s cock, he joked, “I think we’ll have to invest in some grey sweatpants for Lee. These are nice, but assets need to be shown off.”

Mac hummed his agreement as he removed his work polo and khaki shorts. Lee enjoyed the quick show as Mac stripped off everything except his light blue bikini briefs, the front pouch bulging with his erection. Gimme. He curled his hands into fists to keep from touching.

Chuckling, Mac eyed Lee. “I’m going to have so much fun with the two of you.” He tucked his thumbs into the brief’s band and shucked them down his legs. Straightening, he exposed his long, thick length standing proudly at attention.

Drew’s gasp echoed Lee’s own. “Me first,” Drew whimpered, slipping around Lee to stand in front of him like he needed to be the head of the line.

Considering their long history, Lee wanted them to experience being together before he snuck his way between them. He gladly allowed Drew to “go first” and even gave him a push. Drew stumbled into Mac’s arms, staring up at his taller, best friend.

They were a beautiful contrast of dark and light. Mac, an inch or so taller than Lee’s six-one, slender with firm muscles, his skin paler, light blond hair dusting his chest. Drew was the shortest of them, maybe five-ten or eleven, with defined muscles from working out. His chiseled chest and abs free of the dark hair that Lee had expected.

Lee rubbed a hand across his chest, the dark curls there brushing his palm. Height-wise, he was right in the middle, but he had them beat in breadth of shoulders and thickness of thighs. He’d been hitting the gym for football since middle school, so they were years in the making, and he’d fine-tuned his workouts with the help of his uni’s athletic trainers to keep his body in tip-top condition.

He widened his stance as he watched Mac toy with Drew. Lee swore he could feel the ghost of touch as Mac ran his fingertips across the back of Drew’s shoulders. Subtly, he adjusted himself, his cock cramped inside its fabric cage.

Mac turned Drew to face Lee before sliding his hands down Drew’s sides. The move emphasized the way Drew’s body curved and the plain white briefs, the kind Lee hadn’t worn since high school because tighty-whities weren’t sexy. How wrong he’d been. The bright white against Drew’s sun-kissed flesh… Fuck, he wanted to kiss that border above the stretched latex. He wanted to get on his knees and run his tongue along the underside of Drew’s ass, just below the cotton band.

“Do it,” Mac said, lifting his chin as he stared at Lee. He took a step back and motioned for him to come forward.

Holy shit. Lee shivered at the cool command, and helpless to his rising lust, he closed the two steps between him and Drew and dropped to his knees. Pressing his face into the fabric, Lee basked in the heat and musk of Drew’s arousal. He could even feel the spot of wetness dampening the cotton above the tip of Drew’s cock.

Lee did what he’d imagined. He ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of the band between thigh and body. He kissed the head of Drew’s cock with its cotton hood. Lee licked at the treasure trail before he ducked down, stuck his nose under Drew’s balls, and inhaled deeply.

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