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Cory didn’t mind cooking. It was something he actually liked doing. He had to learn how to cook for himself at a pretty young age, his mom’s work schedule not allowing for many family meals together. And cooking for three people was a lot easier than cooking for himself. The fact that his inner sub warmed at the thought of doing a good job was also a nice bonus.
“Burgers should be ready in a few minutes, sirs,” Cory told them as he made his way to the kitchen.
“Thanks, boy,” Derek said from his spot on the couch with Nic. The two of them were nursing a couple of beers, Derek having wrangled another 12-pack to bring with them. He turned when he heard Nic’s stomach rumble again.
“Duuuude, I’m fucking starving,” Nic complained. “Shouldn’t have skipped lunch to hang out with Amy.”
“Well, yeah, you aren’t gonna be able to bulk up if all you’re eating is pussy.” Derek rolled his eyes.
“But it just tastes so good.” Nic emphasized his statement by making a V in his fingers and flicking his tongue through.
Derek rolled his eyes, then watched as Cory exited the kitchen to walk outside again. “Bro… You ever think about how awesome this all is sometimes?”
“Actually, man, to tell you the truth,” Nic started, “I try not to think about it at all.”
“What do you mean?” Derek’s brow furrowed.
“It’s just … so weird. It’s still hard to wrap my head around this being a normal thing for us now,” Nic continued, taking anotherswig of beer. “I never thought I’d be doing …that stuffwith another guy. And def not you or Cor…”
Derek could understand that. It wasn’t like he’d ever pictured any of this himself. So far though, he hadn’t regretted any of it. But Nic couldn’t even bring himself tonamewhat they were doing—sex.
“Plus … look, I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I amreallyinto Amy. And I’m pretty sure she’s into me,” Nic continued. “It’s not like I’m gay. I think there could be something, like,seriousthere. I just…”
Derek watched his best friend’s face as he spoke. He and Nic had been like brothers for almost as long as he could remember. He looked legitimately conflicted. Whether it was about Cory or about Amy, or maybe even something deeper, he wasn’t sure. Nic didn’t usually like talking about his feelings.
“I mean, what about you and Tricia, man?” As if on cue, Nic changed the subject from himself to Derek. “You guys have been seeing each other more too, right? She looks happy when she’s hanging on your arm at school.”
“Yeah, man, stuff with Tricia’s been great.” Derek and Tricia had been getting together, though not nearly as much as Nic and Amy. “I can’t say we’re getting up to all the shit you and Amy are, but she seems plenty satisfied.”
Usually for dinner, sometimes a movie, and more often than not sex, Derek and Tricia would make plans a couple of times a week. At school, they’d walk to class together, sometimes eat lunch together, and they even went to homecoming together. They were for all intents and purposes a real couple. So why did Derek sometimes feel like he was only doing it because that’s what he wassupposedto do?
Just then, Cory walked back inside again, this time with a plate of cooked burgers.
“Fuuuuuuck, those smell so good.” Nic’s hungry (and slightly inebriated) caveman brain made him drop the previous subject completely. “I gotta piss. Don’t eat all the burgers,” Nic warned in a completely serious tone as he walked to the bathroom.
Derek sighed and got up to walk to the kitchen. Cory had set the burgers down and was just pulling the fries out of the oven when he entered, his ass on display as it had been all afternoon. He wolf-whistled as Cory bent over, causing the boy to chuckle.
“You’re too kind, sir,” Cory said over his shoulder.
Derek took a swig of his beer as he watched Cory work, pulling out the fixings for the burgers from the fridge while the fries cooled off. Cory smiled at Derek, removing his apron now that the messier parts of cooking were done. He stepped over the sink to wash his hands.
“You know, boy, I just wanted to say… Good job,” Derek told him.
“Thank you, sir.” Cory smiled at the praise. “But I mean, all I did was grill burgers. I’ve seen you do it a million times.”
“No, not on dinner, Cor,” Derek corrected. “But I mean, good job on that too. I meant with everything. Can’t say I know too many guys who would take to being a sex slave to his two best friends as well as you have.”
“Well… Thank you for that too then, sir.” Cory blushed.
“Alright, I’m starving. Let me help you move some of this to the table.” Derek grabbed a few of the plates Cory had set out and brought them out to the living room/dining room table.
Cory hadn’t really thought about it much. Things happened so fast that it all Cory could really do was go along for the ride. He guessed that maybe it hadn’t started off that great, not the way he would have wanted to go about it if he’d had a say… But it had been worth it, right? The sex was fun, and Cory was learning about himself. Hell, he might have gone to college a virgin if this hadn’t happened. And besides, it wasn’t like Derek and Nicdidn’t care about him, weren’t looking out for him. They always did.
Right?
“Boooooooooooy,” Nic half called/half whined from outside the kitchen. “Come on! Burger me. Daddy’s hungry.”
Cory snorted and almost dropped the plate at Nic referring to himself as “daddy.”
