Becoming Us (COMPLETE)

*Thirty One*

For a few minutes, we just lay there quietly basking in post orgasm bliss. Carey tucked a few stray hairs behind my ear and trailed his fingers over my shoulder, down my side, to Tre's arm that hung over my waist.

He didn't shy away from touching him, like I thought he might now that the heat of the moment had passed. Instead, Carey traced a gentle fingertip over the veins in Tre's forearm before sliding his palm up the back of my thigh and coming to rest on my ass.

Tre kissed my neck and nuzzled his cheek against my temple. I watched as he ran his knuckles over Carey's stomach, and said, "The definition here is beautiful."

"Thanks." In an uncharacteristically bashful move, Carey averted his eyes. "It's kinda my job."

"You love the gym though," I said.

"Yeah, I do, but if it wasn't my full-time job, I wouldn't look like this." Carey grinned at me flashing a dimple. "I like weed and pizza too much."

Tre chuckled. "Have you ever wanted to do anything else?"

"Nah. It's fun, and I like working with different people."

"It's a good thing you like it so much." I peeked back at Tre. "Carey's part owner of the gym now. When his uncle retires, it'll be all his."

Tre's eyebrows rose. "Oh, wow. So you plan to be jacked for life then."

Carey smirked. "When the place is all mine, I'll have to back off on some of the personal training. That's where I exercise outside of my daily routine. So, I'll probably tone down some then."

"I'm sure you'll still look amazing." Tre complimented him again and I could swear a bit of pink colored Carey's cheeks.

It warmed everything inside me seeing them get along so well, and to my continued surprise, their flirting was a major turn on. My face heated as I realized how much I liked them together.

"What about you?" Carey asked. "Did you always know art was your thing?"

"I wasn't sure I'd be able to make a career of it, but I knew I wanted to." Tre placed his thumb at the top of Carey's abs, in the indentation in the middle, and slowly dragged it down, all the way to the little patch of hair that led to his cock. My core throbbed as Carey began to harden.

"I plan to take Gemma to that gallery in Vines again tomorrow night." Tre's movement stopped and reversed, following the deep v up to Carey's hip before bringing his hand back to slide over my thighs. I shivered, but Tre spoke as though he didn't know how needy he was making us both. "If you're not busy, you should come with us."

Carey's eyebrows pulled together with confusion, then he gave his head a little shake as if to clear it. "Yeah, sure. That'd be cool." Leaning down, he brushed his lips over mine and smiled. "You're blushing pretty hard, Gem." His palm moved to my ribs, and he guided me to my back. Lying there naked, looking up at the two of them made me clench my thighs together.

Somehow, they silently decided to torture me. They each took one of my hands and held it above my head as they caressed me—the inside of my arms, circling around my belly button, a fingertip just under my breast—all without touching the places I needed them the most.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Tre whispered, as though I wasn't listening.

"Hell, yes." Carey kissed the inside of my bicep. "She always has been, but she's only gotten prettier over time."

Their sweet words, along with the constant petting and soft kisses, were driving me crazy. I trembled, already prepared to beg for either of them to fuck me, but they kept chatting like I wasn't in danger of combustion.