Page 8 of Seeking Two Lovers

Barely.

While I’d finished up college on my dad’s dime and moved on with my life, Blaine had simply gone stagnant. He’d made a few friends at work, but his introverted ass never went out with them. I doubted he lowered his walls to let anyone delve too deeply into his inner workings.

I often wondered how much he didn’t tell me too.

He might not love me in the same way I did him, but he’d entrusted me with his heart and mind.

And I’d been a blind fool with our hookup, the worst sort of friend.

A hot shower soothed the tension riding my shoulders, and I decided no more women, no more threesomes until he suggested it.

Because of his insecurities, Blaine didn’t go looking for women on his own. Nor did he want to be alone with them behind closed doors. I sensed when he needed to empty his balls into something other than his fist and initiated for him, secretly getting off on the fact that I chose his physical interactions with the opposite sex.

I fucking loved the control since I wouldn’t ever have it over his body in the way I dreamed of.

He’d gladly handed over management of his sex life to me years earlier at my insistence, and I’d watched him lose his virginity. I had drunk in the sight of his slack jaw and hazed eyes while ejaculating into a wet pussy as her mouth sucked on my cock.

I’d rather it had been my ass he’d pounded or vice versa, but beggars and all that shit.

“Thank you,” he had whispered the second he’d caught his breath after releasing, but I knew he’d meant the words for me rather than the woman between us.

For listening, for understanding, and for offering to all but hold his hand and see him through in becoming a man.

The Missing Link app made my job a shit ton easier since getting Blaine to head out to bars and pick up kinky women with me was like pulling teeth. It was tough to go on the prowl alone and ask a woman if she’d be interested in going back to your place for a three-way with your roommate who had social anxiety.

The app dinged a few seconds after I finally settled into my bed for the night as though a sentient being offered a “You’re welcome for that willing hole—how about another?”

Fucking cyberspace…a mind-reading alien intent on shifting through your brain and seeking out your every whim and secret longing.

I considered ignoring the notification since I’d put our shared sex life on hold, but it couldn’t hurt to peek for the future when Blaine decided he was ready again.

I’d made our settings private, only allowing for exact matches to see our profile. Two men looking for a woman. No strings. No promises. Hookups only. Whoever the app allowed past our walls hadn’t clicked the “Interested in relationships” box.

They weren’t searching for love.

Necessary since Blaine had none to give, and my heart already belonged to him.

I clicked on the poke from @S2L to check out who Missing Link thought might be a good fit for a bi boy and his best friend roommate.

The red bikini snagged my attention first, showcasing every gorgeous curve of her tight, little body. Her hip popped out in a sensual pose, highlighting her slim waist, the halter top swelling perfect apple-sized breasts.

Blonde hair highlighted by the sun, long enough for a man to fist when taking control, draped over one shoulder, halfway down her torso.

“Yes,” I muttered, mentally checking off one of Blaine’s requirements about hair color.

I focused in on the pic, needing to better see her face for the rest.

“Oh, fuck.” I groaned and shifted my junk. Gorgeous dark eyes—no blue—black as coffee orbs with hints of Jameson hugging the pupils.

My two favorite drinks.

Full lips coated in gloss, perfect for sucking down a cock, smirked at the camera.

I considered rubbing one out but clicked back to read her write-up.

Twenty-four—young enough to just be on the prowl.

Enjoying life—always a plus when your thoughts aligned.

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