Lust Lockdown: A Marble and BlackStar Adventure

Part Three

"Okay, alright," Mitch said feeling bullied, looking at the smug-faced boy at the table. "At the risk of using up our precious oxygen to inflate your ego... If you want the truth, yes of course I've had the occasional mental...dalliance involving you, when you dress a certain way."

"Like when I dress nice? Button-downs and slacks? Or casual like this?" He held his arms out to draw attention to his dark blue tank top. Mitch didn't miss that this put his bare, muscled arms on full display.

"Ugh, cool it," Mitch muttered. "I get it. You know your gorgeous. I know it. We all know it."

"But I'm not your type?" Alex replied with a smirk.

"As Scotty would say, 'Alex is everybody's type.'"

"He said that?"

"Oh yes." Mitch didn't add that the conversation had taken place only minutes after they'd shagged. Despite being a bit flustered, he was enjoying this turn in the conversation; he didn't want his new friend's arrogant glow to fade just yet.

"So tell me," Alex prompted. "In this dalliance of yours, how did we do it? Hard and fast in an elevator?"

"No, but now I'm thinking about that!" Mitch said blinking and stalling for time. He was a good liar. He could spin a quick tale and get himself off the hook here. But between the threat of diminished oxygen and the curious twinkle in Alex's eyes, he wanted to tell the truth, to get this weird secret out.

"The truth is, when I've thought about you in that way, it's been you and me...and Scott." He stared at his feet while Alex was silent.

"Oh," he finally said.

"Oh? That's it!? Honor the game, Alex. Brutal honesty."

"Yeah, alright," he floundered. "Honestly, it never even occurred to me. I'm...well I'm kind of, not needy, but...demanding in bed. I don't know that I would want someone's attention divided between me and someone else."

It took Mitch a second to blink away the image of a naked and demanding Alex, but he forced himself to focus. "But what if it wasn't about you? What if you and someone else were devoting all of your attention onto the third person? If your satisfaction came from their pleasure, not just your own?"

"And you're the third person in this scenario?"

"I have thought of it both ways," Mitch admitted. "I mean, I could hardly call myself a red-blooded American otter if I didn't daydream about being pinned between two tall hotties like you and Scott. But really, if I had a say in the matter, I'd want the focus of the attention to be Scott."

Mitch wasn't sure what he expected to see on Alex's face, but he didn't expect to see him so thoughtful. "It makes sense," he said quietly. "Because of how we both feel about him."

"Right, and we could focus on pleasing him without competing with each other or waiting for nights when he's not out with the other of us."

"And you and I wouldn't have to..." Alex clarified, pointing back and forth between them.

"Not unless the mood were to strike us that way."

"I just don't even understand the logistics of that, like who does what..."

Mitch laughed. "I don't think we'd need to make a game plan or anything. Just do what feels good."

"I wouldn't even know where to start."

"You wouldn't be alone, Alex. We'd help you. There's this one image that I can't shake. You fucking him from behind while he goes down on me. I mean, does it get better than that?!"