Every Boy's Fantasy - PART TWO of Guns & Roses

Too Late Now

Christian had gone to the pool, and done laps like he was outrunning Pirahana. He just needed to burn that pent energy and really wonder what the fuck he had been thinking?

It wasn't as awful as he thought it would be honestly, but he was having a bit of sensory overload.

Going from Caleb's hyper-intense style of kinks to running to Drew for that insanely aggressive, wild out-of-control frenzy, and then to Darren who was always just a manipulation master of extremes all over the map...he was surely feeling played, and not in the same league there.

It was hitting him that while he surely had spent his time exploring a lot of different types of sex, it had been with only two people, both of whom he had known forever, they were very, very intimately close at one point or another, and he felt comfortable with.

Drew and Darren?

He really loved them both a lot, he liked them a lot, and he enjoyed spending time with them, but he wasn't in a relationship with them, was still getting to know them and he didn't have much experience with casual sex. The only time he had tried for it, had been with Caleb, and well...enough said.

So this? This was a little trying for his psyche, and more, he was thinking that Drew and Darren? It didn't matter how old they were. They clearly knew how to sink claws in and get what they wanted from a partner.

Which meant they were rolling at him with a wealth of experience, multi-sex partners, had honed that skill set to be able to pick up probably any chick they wanted in life, and both had just read him like a goddamn book.

Very different books.

All three elicited wildly different modes from him; with Caleb he always felt just perfectly content, dirty in a good way, and would bend in any direction to please that man and get off on it because of how he was; Andrew had made him feel almost frenzied and wild, and like he couldn't get a handle on himself or his reactions, just wanton and feral. Darren had...Jesus, the man had all but seduced him, made him feel very wanted, very delicate, gracefully reactionary, very in the moment in that it was almost overwhelmingly intense with intimacy and slow build-up to passion.

One thing that had been the same?

They all were amazing in bed, and he didn't need to sleep with Drew or Darren to know, he'd love every second of it. It also felt very vulnerable, and very much not something he was fully comfortable with, had no clue how Caleb would feel about it, in real-time, and didn't think he'd have the skillsets or stamina to accommodate them all in their various personalities, demands, and high intensity at all times.

Caleb was by far the most mellow one, and he wasn't mellow at all. Darren was quieter, but then he opened his mouth and was so direct and instantly digging into your mind that it was always a blindside, and Andrew just lived every second at full throttle.

They were all used to getting exactly their way and were used to dealing with each other and carving niches of space in their world to accommodate all those big mouths, bigger egos, and big desires and aspirations.

So, that left Chris, once again, in the middle of men who could send a wrong look his way and hurt his feelings.

It was wildly stupid to even contemplate, and yet he ran the whole day through his thick-ass skull, swam it out, and pulled out of the water, burning inside and out, rinsed off, changed, and spent another hour out in the zen garden. He stared at the motionless Koi and really, he was waiting for that rise of panic and anxiety.

Weirdly it was just not there right then.

It was like he was braced for impact from a city bus, but was standing in the middle of a pasture, and just...it was nice.

He felt a lot about everything but wasn't anxious, and when he dug a little deeper into it, it was because he realized that overall, Caleb was okay with it, so that guilt was absent.

It was a little awkward but not more than that. He realized that he did trust Drew and Darren not to wreck his life, and that helped immensely. Really, if they just wanted to fuck around, well, Chris was a guy and liked the idea of having sex with multiple partners he trusted, and if, and when it got there, he might realize, he was just okay with it in general.

He loved Caleb, deeply and without question, and his wanting to fuck around with Drew and Darren wasn't even something he would do if Caleb was against it. It was all the same for him in that matter, but the freedom to explore was nice, and more, he knew it got Caleb off to think about, and it got him going too.

He wasn't going to fall head over heels for other guys, and when he thought about it, Caleb was just a little too perfect, too much of everything he had never even thought to dream of, and all this was just like a little whip on the side of a pie slice. Fun for all, and all for fun kind of notion, he supposed.

But, he didn't need to fuck around and would have been very hurt if Caleb had gone out seeking other bodies to sink into. In a lot of ways, this was kind of Caleb's kink and push forward, and Chris was just delighted to accommodate that desire, but Caleb cheating on him would have killed him.

If he wasn't so sure, that Caleb was just a perverse kink monster, he might have been more concerned, but, he didn't think that's why Caleb was doing it. He didn't need an excuse like that if he wanted to go fuck around on him, and Chris was secure enough to know that much.

Fuck, but he did love him, and knew he needed to talk to him at length about the day, what the boundaries were here, and what was too much or what he was expecting or not expecting. He would never want to hurt that man and never wanted him to point a finger at him and say, you should have just talked to me, Christian.

If today was the only time he got to dip his toes in other waters again, he would have accepted it and just moved forward and been just as happy either way and that was a fact anymore.

So, he would bite the bullet, sit down with his lover, and discuss this particular fantasy at great painfully intimate lengths, and then, either way, he'd blow the man because it sounded very nice, and more, he had been so very, very generous earlier.

On that whole note, he was just feeling very pleased still.

With everything. The way his life was going, and secretly he was very happy about the IG post. He was delighted about Higgins being dead, and he was thinking he was excited to let Darren try his hand at photography with him in the future. All of it was just pleasant.

He checked his watch and found it was close to six.

Now, now, he felt the first flutter of anxiety hit him, battled it down, and thought, it's just dinner Chris. Just don't think about it. Don't think about that curve of Drew's dick and how that would assuredly hit some spots, or the fact that he had just had all of Darren's dick in his throat a few hours before, or the fact he had done all of that directly after some very kinky time spent with their older brother.

....yeah, he was so fucked.