Page 5 of What We May Be

Tearing his mouth from Trevor’s, Sean forestalled Charlie’s advance with a hand to her shoulder and eased Trevor back with the fingers still in his hair. He gulped for air and struggled for control. “What are we doing?”

Charlie stared at him, a stormy mix of lust and despair churning in her bottomless black eyes. “Saying goodbye.”

A single tear escaped her eye and raced down her cheek, only to be intercepted by Trevor’s thumb as he gently held her face. There was a second of hesitation, two deer caught in the headlights of the unexpected, and then they lunged, mouths colliding, their bodies sighing and melting into each other.

Sean’s stomach clenched with the undeniable confirmation that his hope for them had been lost until that moment. That it would be lost again—forever—after this night was over. They hadn’t been together after he’d left, and they wouldn’t be together again after tonight. But if Sean could give them this goodbye, this resolution they all needed, then at least maybe he would’ve done something right by them. Would’ve healed a little of the pain he’d inflicted.

He circled behind Trevor, used his nose to push aside his hair, and kissed his nape. He wrapped an arm around his front, a hand slicing between him and Charlie, and snuck his fingers under the hem of Trevor’s tee. He splayed a hand against his tight abs, and Trevor shivered in his arms enough to draw back from the kiss with Charlie.

Sean met her gaze over Trevor’s shoulder and nodded. She shifted her attention to Trevor, and hand in his, tugged him forward. With her hair tousled, her pale skin flushed, and her full lips swollen, she was as good as any siren from the sea. There was no denying her; there never had been. Trevor followed her into the house, Sean on his heels, unable to tear his hands from Trevor’s body, stripping Trevor to nothing as they stumbled after the woman they loved.

In the bedroom, the tables were turned. Trevor claimed Sean’s mouth once more and Charlie stripped him from behind. She dragged his dress shirt down and off his arms, unbuckled his belt, and shoved his pants and boxers to the floor. Sean kicked them aside and used the momentary distance to draw Charlie back around to his front. He grabbed the hem of her tank and yanked it up and off, exposing smooth skin and more black lace. Mouth to her neck, he groaned when he discovered her skin still smelled and tasted of cocoa butter and the salty air that coated everything here. Pure heaven, pure Charlie.

He kissed the swells of her breasts and traced the bralette’s cups with his tongue, dipping inside each to swipe across her stiff nipples while Trevor worked the clasp behind her back. Once undone, she freed her arms from the straps and the delicate fabric fluttered to the floor. Trevor slipped his arms around her waist, holding her gently, as Sean lifted one perfect breast to his mouth. He sucked deep, causing her to moan, to rock her hips back into Trevor’s and draw a deep, delicious rumble from him. Smiling, Sean took her other breast in his hand and gave it equal attention, his fingers rolling and tugging, just the way he remembered she liked it.

Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him to her. “More. Fuck, more.”

He continued to worship her breasts as Trevor sank a hand inside her shorts. She thrust into the touch, arching her back and offering more to Sean as well. He drank of her, of them, of their moans and thrusts until he was drunk. Unable to hold himself up, he sank to his knees, taking her shorts and underwear with him. With her legs spread, Sean buried his nose in the patch of dark hair between her thighs. He flicked out his tongue, licking a path from her opening to where Trevor was torturing her clit. Then he took Trevor’s fingers into his mouth and sucked hard, the taste of them both on his tongue almost enough to make Sean blow.

Trevor too, judging by the moan and the thud against the wall that could only be his head. Charlie’s affectionate, sexy chuckle confirmed as much and was enough to break through Sean’s lusty haze. Her nails scratching under his chin drew his gaze all the way up. The sight—Charlie’s naked body flushed and arched against Trevor’s, his erect dick in her grip against her hip, his hand clasping her breast—was second only to her sexy, in-charge smile.

“Get on the bed, Sean,” she ordered softly. “I want you inside me, and Trevor needs to get his cock inside you.” A cock that eagerly thrust into her fist, the darkening head glistening with precome.

Sean dropped a hand to his balls and clasped them tight, praying he didn’t come from the sight and words alone. A picture, a fantasy that had haunted his memories and dreams, unexpectedly reality again.

“Now,” Trevor rumbled from over Charlie’s shoulder, the earlier anger in his hazel eyes replaced with fierce hunger. He thrust again. “Please. If you want this too.”

Sean did, no question. He staggered to the bed and lay on his back, bared to them, his cock straining and leaking, his gaze and words pleading. Trevor knelt beside him on the bed and silenced him with a kiss, tongue invading his mouth as if he could lick up every drop of Charlie that Sean had devoured. Every drop of Sean too. And mixing a heady cocktail of Charlie and Trevor that Sean was getting all of.

Charlie’s weight settled on his thighs, and she rolled a condom down his length, making him hiss into Trevor’s mouth, which curved against his. Trevor drew back and dragged a thumb over Sean’s smile. Sean nipped his fingertip, flicked it with his tongue, and Trevor growled. He shoved his thumb all the way into Sean’s mouth, and Sean sucked hard. Trevor fell forward, hand braced on the mattress beside Sean’s head. “Do you want me to put a condom on? My last test was negative.”

Sean released Trevor’s thumb with a pop and shook his head. “I want to taste all of you on my tongue.”

Another growl, and then Trevor straightened, shifting on his knees, spreading his legs more, and bringing his cock right where Sean wanted it. Lower, Charlie took Sean’s aching shaft in her hand, positioned him at her entrance, and sank down onto him. He pushed into her warm, wet heat, savoring every inch until he was buried to the hilt inside her. He bent his knees, bumping her forward, and her lithe body spread atop him, her hands splaying over his chest.

All while Trevor filled his mouth and his senses, the sharp taste of his precome, the musky smell of his groin, the tickle of hair on Sean’s nose and on Sean’s fingertips as he skated a hand around Trevor’s thigh to his ass, fingers teasing his crack and speeding Trevor’s thrusts. Sean traced his other hand up Charlie’s side, into her hair, holding her close as their hips rocked, as her breaths quickened and the heat and wetness around his cock intensified.

Surrounded by them, this was contentment. This was home.

And in that instant, Sean realized he’d never have it again.

The agonizing revelation that he was doomed to spend the rest of his life as a nomad, banished from the only place, the only two people he’d ever loved, drove him to tears.

“Sean?” Charlie whispered, her voice trembling with worry as Trevor murmured a quiet “Baby.” He wove his fingers into Sean’s hair and eased him off his cock.

The soft words and familiar endearment made Sean’s chest ache more. He hid his face in Trevor’s thigh and mumbled, “Need a minute.”

Charlie stilled atop him but for her hands, which soothingly coasted over his chest, whisper-soft against his skin. Trevor’s fingers played a gentle melody in his hair, tapping lightly, threading through the longer top strands. Breathing deep, Sean focused on their scents—musk and salty sea breeze; on the sounds—the waves outside, their breaths, their kisses as they drifted back together above him; on the sight of that kiss—full of love and longing as he peeked out from his hiding place.

When he finally had his despair locked down, Sean nudged Trevor forward with the hand still on his ass. He slid his tongue along the underside of Trevor’s cock and took the thick length back into his mouth. Trevor hummed his approval, Charlie hers, and Sean rocked his hips once more. Rhythm steady, he closed his eyes and listened as pleasure took hold of them again.

Slow and steady quickly escalated to wild and abandoned, the years of separation and longing getting the better of them. As teeth and lips clashed above him, Sean greedily sucked Trevor’s cock while his own pounded inside Charlie. Her nails dug into his chest as she tripped over the edge with a shout, as Trevor’s release filled Sean’s mouth, and as his own climax filled the condom inside Charlie. Sean wished like hell her nails on his chest and Trevor’s bruises on his hips would last, would permanently, impossibly, scar so he’d have physical memorials of this night. An entirely different kind than the ones on the banister outside but marking the date nonetheless.

The last time they’d come together. The first and last time they’d properly said goodbye.

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Hours later, when dawn was beginning to break outside, Sean silently slipped out of the bed where he, Trevor, and Charlie had said goodbye two more times during the night. One time leisurely and tender, the other, their last, as desperate as the first. Walking through the house, Sean gathered his things and dressed, soaking up the quiet peace of home, storing it in his heart and mind.

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