Sam LaRose, Author

Today’s prompt was inspired by a conversation I had with an early beta reader of Real Talk. She told me she had half-expected to see a Dylan/Tyler/Jack threesome. It wasn’t a coupling that I had ever truly considered… At least, not until writing the Dylan Duology. Dylan has been adamant that threesomes and group sex aren’t really his jam (“where do all the hands go?”), but…if 2020 taught us anything as humans, it’s that sometimes its good to step out of your comfort zone and to do something different.

Maybe moreso if you’re just trying to help a friend?

So, anyway, I hope you enjoy the beginning of this piece. Minor spoilers for the Dark Little Quarentine Tales, obviously. And a reminder that this is just a small excerpt of the larger work (still in progress). Enjoy!

“So, now Jordan is hooking up with Kyle and Markus, which I never thought I’d see if I’m being honest.”

“Sounds like we’re missing a lot now that we’re in Alphabet City.”

Dylan Montgomery sounded amused, although he kept working on the drawing on his tablet. When Jack had entered the house that Dylan now owned, and lived in with his boyfriend (and the bandmate of Jordan and Heath), Tyler Norse, he’d been relieved to see his friend for the first time in nearly a month. Since the quarantine had started, they’d all agreed to stay in as much as possible, but he had needed to get out of the apartment –and visiting Dylan was the safest choice.

“You could come back,” Jack reminded him. “At least, through all of this.”

“My parents are trying to convince us to come stay at the castle,” Dylan informed him. “We’re doing okay here. Ty has been talking to Jordan about coming back to spend a couple of days though. They’re renovating his room into a studio?”

“They are. It’s coming along great.”

“And what have you been doing this last month?”

Jack frowned. All of his friends were lucky in the respect that none of them were particularly affected by the shutdown. They all seemed to be finding ways to occupy themselves, and continue working on their creative efforts. Except for him. It should have been easy –just write that fucking novel he was supposed to finish by the end of the year. He had all the time in the world, and nine months in which left to do it.

“I take it you’ve been having a hard time concentrating on your book?” Dylan guessed at the silence.

“I don’t know what my problem is,” Jack moaned. He fell to his side on the sofa. He pulled one of the small square throw pillows to his chest, hugging it close. “I have it all prepped and ready. It’s just the actual sitting down and writing it. I can’t seem to focus.”

Dylan tapped his stylus on his tablet screen a few times before closed the cover on it, and set it aside. “Maybe you need to just think about something else. Step out of your box.”

“Quarantine is making that incredibly difficult.”

“Difficult but not impossible. What’s something you’ve been wanting to do for a long time, that doesn’t constitute going anywhere or doing anything. Maybe incentivize yourself by finally buying that new laptop you want? If you’re short on cash, you know I’d help you out. Heath would too.”

“I already bought it; just after the shutdown. There were some great sales, since everyone was suddenly working from and needing new tech.”

“Oh. Um,” Dylan hummed. “I hate to open this can of worms, but how’s your sex life? I know my creativity gets pretty blocked up when I’m, let’s say, frustrated.”

“It’s fine,” Jack shrugged. He rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Although, the last couple weeks with M and K doing whatever with Jordan, it’s kind of just been Heath and me. Which is great! But, we do tend to fall into a routine when we don’t have someone else to help us…mix it up.”

“Routines aren’t bad,” Dylan countered. He would know. His still newly-discovered neurodivergence was heavy on routine and had been for a long time. “But it is good to push yourself out of them.” He bit his lip, staring over at his friend. “Ty and I have been cooped up here for weeks now. We could stand to mix it up a bit too.”

Jack stilled, letting the words wash over him. He didn’t want to believe that Dylan was truly insinuating what he thought he was.

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“I’d have to ask him first,” Dylan replied. “We both know he has some opinions about the polyamory thing, but this wouldn’t be that. It would just be some friends fooling around to blow off steam.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’d need to clear it with Heath and the others too.”

“Right now?”

“I’m at a good stopping point for today’s work,” Dylan informed him. “Tyler is just reading in the library.”

“You have a library.”

“Well, it’s a room full of books, so it seems apt to call it a library.”

Jack flung the pillow back against the arm of the sofa, sitting up. “Let’s go see if he’s interested first. Then I’ll ask. I don’t want to rile them up if it turns out to be nothing.”

***

Tyler started awake at the sound of the library door opening. He’d closed it because Dylan had a habit of blasting music while he was working in the studio and it pumped through the whole house. While he didn’t mind it, it did have the tendency to distract him from his books. And he had read a lot of books over the last month.

“Hey,” he smiled sleepily as his boyfriend made his way into the library.

“Hey,” Dylan came to stand in front of his chair, “Jack and I have a question for you.”

“Jack’s here?” He leaned to the side, seeing the man standing in the doorway. He had an uneasy, but excited sort of vibe coming off him. “Sorry, didn’t see you there. How long have you been here?”

“About an hour or so,” Jack shrugged. “You were busy. Good to see you.”

“You too.”

Tyler liked Jack, He was smart and talented, with a sometimes wry sense of humor. Sometimes he still felt little pangs of jealousy that the man was making his best friend and first love happy. He appreciated that Heath had found someone, several someones as it were, that fulfilled him. Just like he had in Dylan.

“What’s the question? Is it food related? I was thinking we would order in tonight.”

“No.” Tyler found the way that Dylan’s lips turned in that coy smile that made his stomach flip-flop, a bit unsettling. “Although that sounds good. It’s early for dinner though.”

Tyler looked up at the clock. He was right. It was only two in the afternoon. It hadn’t been all that long since he’d made them each a toasted sandwich for lunch.

“What then?”

“Do you want to have sex with us?”

Tyler had always appreciated the way Dylan spoke. Straightforward. No beating around the issue. But sometimes…sometimes he really had no idea where his frankness came from.

“Say again?” He asked.

“Do you,” Dylan pointed at him, “want to have sex. With us.” He motioned between himself and Jack, still hovering just slightly behind him. “It’s not a trick question.”

“Before I say yes or no, could you fill me in on how we got to this ask? You’ve stated repeatedly that threesomes aren’t for you. I’m not saying no, and you’re of course welcome to change your mind, but…this seems a bit sudden.”

“Jack is having a creative flow issue,” Dylan replied. “We thought maybe trying something new would…unblock him.”

“And this isn’t just because you’re sick of only sleeping with me?” Tyler confirmed.

“Of course not. If I were, I’d just break up with you, kick you out of my house, and sleep with whoever I wanted.”

“You really want to do this?” Tyler addressed Jack.

“Yeah, sure,” Jack nodded. “You’re cute. I’ve wanted to bang Dylan since the day I met him. It’s a win-win.”

“And how would this work, exactly? What do you want to do? Is this just jerking off together? Blow jobs? Is anal on the table? If it is, we’ll have to go to the bedroom. I’ve got this room stocked with lube, but not condoms.”

“We can go to the bedroom anyway,” Dylan admonished. “I don’t want to fuck in your little Man Cave you’re building here.”

“You’re pretty quiet back there.” Tyler leaned against the arm of the chair. The vibe he’d initially read made more sense now. “What do you want, Jack?”

Jack stepped closer, considering the question before he finally stood in front of Tyler’s chair. “I think I’d like to watch the two of you at first. Get a feel for how you work together. Then, when I’ve got a feel for that, make up the rest as we go.”

Tyler shook his head. “No, I think if we’re going to do this I want you to be a participant from the beginning. We’re doing this for you, right?” He raised an eyebrow. “I have some ideas.”

“So you’re in?” Dylan asked.

“Yeah, why not?” Tyler nodded. “It could be an interesting way to pass the afternoon at least.”