Free Fitting In by Silvia Violet

all again. 
    Gray had used the words “next time”, but Mason shouldn’t sleep with them again even if they did ask, because while most of his memories made him horny as hell, he also remembered the way Jack and Gray looked at each other. They hid their feelings for one another well enough in the bar, only someone who already knew would see it, but at home the depth of those feelings were more than obvious. 
    Mason squeezed his eyes shut. The memories of hot sex he could handle, but the rest, the agonizing emotions Gray dragged from him, the sweetness of their concern for him, Jack’s insistence on sending him home with a hot breakfast, those were the things that would do him in, make him feel too much, make him not want to let things end, ever.
    A few minutes later, Mason’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text from Jack. 
    Are you free tomorrow night? Want to meet at our place for dinner?
    Dinner at their place? More of Jack’s cooking? For the sake of his sanity, he should say no. He could easily pretend he had plans or that he had to work. His fingers hovered over the keypad. Then, before he could stop himself, he responded.
    What time and what should I bring?

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    The next evening, Mason picked up some wine and took the bus to Gray and Jack’s house. When he raised his hand to knock, he realized it was shaking. Why did he have to make such a big deal out of this? He was going to have a home-cooked dinner and then get fucked by two hot guys, two hot cops even. He should be excited, not scared. 
    Gray opened the door and Mason’s eyes widened at the sight of him. No matter how many times he saw the man, he never stopped being surprised by his sheer size. That night he was wearing a t-shirt that said “Badass Cop”, which made Mason smile.
    “You gonna come in?” Gray asked, chuckling.
    Mason realized he’d been staring for quite some time, something that always seemed to happen around Gray. 
    “Yeah. Sorry.” 
    “I don’t mind at all,” Gray said. His low voice was so fucking sexy. Mason wondered if he could come just from listening to him. 
    As Mason walked into the house, he let his gaze roam Gray’s body some more. He sucked in his breath when he saw Gray’s cock, hard and straining against the thinning fabric of his worn jeans.
    Mason wanted to fall to his knees, unzip Gray’s pants, and take Gray into his mouth right that second. Probably bad etiquette though. Dinner first, then blowjobs. Wasn’t that how a date worked? 
    Why the hell were they pretending this was a date anyway? Jack and Gray wanted to fuck him, and it wasn’t like they had to try and seduce him. Why else would they—
    “Mason,” Jack called, interrupting his thoughts. 
    “Hi! Um…thanks for inviting me.” Mason suddenly realized he’d never really greeted Gray.
    He turned and looked at him over his shoulder. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t even say hello.”
    Gray chuckled. “Don’t worry. Your look said it all.” Gray laid one of his big, warm hands against the small of Mason’s back and guided him toward Jack. 
    Whatever Jack was cooking smelled heavenly, earthy and rich and garlicky, definitely Italian. Jack let his gaze sweep up and down Mason’s body. Mason’s cock had already taken a serious interest in Gray, and now it filled more as Jack looked at him like he was going to be dinner.
    “I brought wine.” He lifted up the grocery bag he’d been holding, and Gray grabbed it and set it on the counter.
    Jack wiped his hands on a towel and came around from behind the kitchen island. He pulled Mason into his arms and kissed him, not a chaste greeting kiss, but a kiss filled with all the passion Mason was trying to keep bottled up. Maybe blowjobs and other fun didn’t have to wait until they’d eaten after all.
    As he and Jack explored each other’s mouths with leisurely abandon, Gray stepped behind him,