The Tale's Willow

Fire of the Butterfly 3

Tim just stared into Adam's blue eyes. Was he ready for this? Did he want to be intimate with another man? Could he have sex with his friends and bandmates? Adam just stood there staring at Tim. He was afraid the bass man wasn't as ready as he and Austin had thought he was. Tim's heart was beating so hard he heard it in his ears. Surely the other two could hear his heart beating?

With shaking hands, he reached out and grabbed Adam by his belt and pulled him closer. Austin watched over Tim's shoulder. Adam cupped Tim's slimmed cheeks in his hands and lightly pressed his lips to the brunette's. Austin moved so he was pressing himself into Tim's back. He moved some hair out of the way and began placing soft kisses on Tim's neck.

Nothing overly sexual from either man. Just soft, sweet, non-threatening kisses. Tim couldn't believe how it felt to kiss another man. How enticing Adam's kisses were. The blond finally pulled away to look Tim in the eyes. He was searching for any regrets or hesitation. Adam found none so he knew Tim was ready for whatever was going to happen. The brunette toed his boots off and kicked them to the side.

Austin was resting his chin on Tim's shoulder as the trio stood there in silence. Adam pulled Tim in for another kiss so the tenor took the opportunity to slip out of his shoes as well. Besides, it gave him the perfect opportunity to stare at Tim's perfect little ass. 'We want you, Tim.' Adam mumbled against the brunette's lips. Adam's words made his stomach do flip-flops!

"Tim..." Austin moved back to pressing himself into the brunette's back, "...you know how Adam and I feel. We both understand that you may be confused on how you feel. We don't want you doing anything you don't want to or aren't comfortable with."

The Texan walked up the stairs leaving two very confused men on the first floor. He walked into the master bedroom, eyes immediately landing on the king-sized bed, and took a few breaths. The last time he was in here, he found his wife riding some young punk. Now he was here to... (he took a few deep breaths) ...do whatever was about to happen with two of his friends and bandmates.

"Tim? Is everything ok?" Adam softly asked.

"We need to change the bedding. I don't want to sleep on bedding she's probably fucked who-knows how many other people on." He simply stated.

"Does that mean that..." Austin trailed as he looked between Tim and Adam.

The brunette turned towards the pair as he took a few more deep breaths.

"The last few months have been...confusing...for me. I've found myself watching you both much more closely. Noticing things. (He looked back to the bed) Even...fantasizing." He whispered the last word.

"Tim..." Adam started.

"I don't know what I'm doing...with other men, I mean...but you two..." He trailed.

"Don't worry, baby. We'll take it easy with you. We'll make sure you're satisfied." Adam pulled Tim into his arms, "You tell us what you want. What you need."

"Tim, where's your clean bedding? Adam, start stripping the bed, please." Austin took control.

"Clean bedding should be in the closet to the left of the bedroom in the hallway." Tim replied as Adam immediately moved to begin stripping the bed.

He stood there and watched as the pair changed out the bedding. 'Is this really happening?' he thought, eyes glancing down at the cute asses of his soon-to-be lovers. Once the bedding had been changed, Adam stood up and looked over to Tim who was just watching them. The blond smirked as he began a little strip tease for the pair.

"Austin, you won't believe what a kisser Tim is. Such soft, sweet lips." Adam wiggled his ass as he slowly slid his jeans over his hips revealing the black Star Wars boxers underneath.