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husband’s hand through it all, and he felt when it was too much and when Azzo was ready to let go. He felt Azzo come into the body between them.
    Toby took his time, digging his teeth into Mike’s shoulder when his orgasm rushed inside him. Mike was stroking his own cock, whimpering, dragging himself to the finish line, like he was the only one who would, like Toby and Azzo wouldn’t be there to take care of him.
    “I’ll get you there,” Toby said. He thrust his hips up as he pulled Mike back into his lap, driving his cock deeper. He wanted to get Mike there first. Toby wanted to feel him around his cock. Toby didn’t want to come until Mike was shouting out his orgasm and squeezing himself around Toby’s cock.
    The feel of it, that tight passage, sucking Toby inside and holding him there. Mike was holding them together, and Toby did the same, one arm across Mike’s chest and the other, his hand on Mike’s hand, pulling until Mike had nothing left to shoot, until Azzo’s heaving chest was splattered with come, until Toby let out a roar against Mike’s skin and came, too, deep inside Mike’s ass.
    Limp, heavy and tired, Toby guided them down onto the bed next to where Azzo was still recovering. Mike lay between them, cradled with Toby’s cock in his ass and Azzo’s hands in his hair.
    “That was new,” Azzo said, because he was the only one who could wrap his mouth around words. Mike laughed, and Toby felt it in his own body, almost too much, like another orgasm too soon. He pulled his cock out and flopped, sweaty, on his side of the bed. Azzo had Mike in his arms now, brushing his fingers through his hair and asking soft questions Toby could barely hear.
    Mike was saying, “Yes,” and “Yeah,” and “I do,” and Toby agreed. He didn’t know what this was, but with his husband in their bed beside him, this boy in their bed between them, Toby thought another round might be fun.

THE ROAD TRIP
    Kitten Boheme
    s top!” I swatted Finn’s hand away from my face.
    “What?” Finn looked at me innocently.
    “I’m trying to drive! Do you want us to get there alive?”
    Finn groaned and sunk down deep into his seat. “At this point I don’t care!”
    I took my eyes off the road long enough to shoot a glare in his direction. “This road trip was your idea.”
    “I’m bored.”
    “What are you? Three?”
    “Are we there yet?”
    I raised an eyebrow and looked over at him. He grinned back at me.
    A few months ago Finn announced that for our five-year anniversary of being a couple we should get out of our little upstate New York apartment and see more of the world. Great , I thought, we can finally use our frequent flyer miles and book a vacation to Hawaii . But no, he thought we should see America the old-fashioned way—by car.
    I reached over and smacked him on the knee. “Behave yourself.”
    He grabbed my hand and threaded his fingers through mine; lifting it to his mouth he planted a kiss on the back of my hand. “I love you.”
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
    I wanted to be mad at him; we had spent the last sixteen hours in the car and had had a terrible night’s sleep in some sketchy roadside motel. I was edging on my last nerve, but then he looked at me with those baby blues of his and instantly all was forgiven—the bad coffee, the drive-through meals and every roadside tourist trap he made us stop at between New York and Minnesota.
    “All right, I may just love you too.” I confessed.
    “I know,” he chirped, giving my hand a quick squeeze.
    We sat in silence for some time, enjoying the chatter of NPR and the constant hum of the road beneath us.
    “Oh my god!” Finn yelled, his face pressed against the passenger window, his breath fogging the glass.
    I slammed on the brakes and the car just behind had to swerve around us, the driver laying on his horn and gesturing rudely as he drove by.
    “What? What’s wrong?” I panicked.
    “We should eat there!” He pointed excitedly to a