Sam LaRose, Author

Today’s story is one that literally no one asked for.
Except for me, I guess. Since I put it into the jar.
I just couldn’t help myself!!! I wrote myself into a corner and wasn’t able to ever let Kyle get his hands on Dylan, even though (at least to me) it was pretty obvious at the end that he definitely wanted to.

Dang it.

This isn’t juicy in the least, but it sets up the future threesome that I’ll finish the scene with.

Dark Little Quarantine Tales: Kyle/Jordan/Dylan.

“So, I heard you decided to have a threesome with K and M.”

Jordan looked up from where he was carefully pouring cream into the latte he was making for Dylan. “I did.”

“How’d that go?”

“It was…surprisingly natural.” Jordan couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “Don’t get me wrong: Markus isn’t going to be a new, regular partner for me. He is definitely needy and I don’t have the drive to keep up with him. But…it was fun.” He handed over the latte, raising his eyebrow. “What about you, Ty, and Jack?”

Dylan blushed, taking a sip from the coffee mug.

“Was it bad?”

“No! God no. It was…” he hummed, unsure of what to say. Finally, he looked up, a purely serious expression. “Real Talk?”

“You don’t need to envoke a Real Talk to trust me, Dyl.”

“I know, but…I’ve come to appreciate the sanctity of a Real Talk. What I say will stay between the two of us. You know, unlike our new group sex experiences.”

“Dyl.” Jordan reached, pressing his palm to Dylan’s face. His thumb brushed his cheek. “You can tell me anything.”

“Bringing in Jack was like…kicking open a door,” Dylan’s voice went low. “I’ve never been bored with Tyler. Far from it. We work really well together. But…Jack, and being with the two of them, it was…it was fun. Not something I’d want to do all the time, obviously, but it just felt so good. Being with two people who I know really love me. Does that…does that make sense?”

“It does,” Jordan nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. Switching things up was a different kind of exciting.”

“I think Ty really liked it too,” Dylan said. “More than he wants to admit.” He looked up at Jordan again. “I know it bothers him that we’re still close. I know he’s worried that we’re still doing more than  friend stuff.” Dylan bit his lip. “I love him, but…I also,” he swore softly, “fuck, Jordan. This whole virus situation has just made me really sad that we didn’t try and make shit work better between us.”

Jordan took the mug, setting it down on the counter before pulling Dylan into his arms and against his chest. “I know how Ty feels about polyamory, so I just accepted that we were finished. But…I miss you too.”

“Fuck. You smell so good.”

Jordan laughed. “Didn’t you used to tease me for being scent oriented?”

“I can’t help it. What is that?”

“New fabric softener. It’s citrus.”

“I like it.” Dylan inhaled, his face pressed into the fabric covering Jordan’s shoulder. “I like it a lot.”

“Hey,” Jordan tilted his chin up again. “I’m going to kiss you. Your boyfriend probably isn’t going to like it”

“He’ll get over it.”

Jordan’s lips brushed Dylan’s. They lost themselves in each other for a bit. It had been well over a year and a half since the last time they’d gotten this close. Sure, Dylan occasionally hung out at Jordan’s apartment and they binged shows together, cuddled, and talked. It was all purely on a platonic level. Jordan respected that Tyler and Dylan had opted for a monogamous relationship and had backed off. Except when Dylan seemed to need something…more. Tyler wasn’t a warm, cuddly type. He wasn’t…comforting. There had been times when, though he didn’t know what exactly was happening between the two men, he could just tell that Dylan needed comfort, not sex, and Tyler wasn’t equipped to offer one without the other. It just wasn’t how he was wired.

“What the fuck?”

The two men jerked away from each other. Jordan shifted, instinctively, in front of Dylan as he turned to his boyfriend.

“K. When did you come in?”

“I knocked, but you didn’t answer so I just let myself in,” Kyle answered. “What is going on here?”

“I’m…” Jordan was flustered. “It was just kissing. Kissing is okay.”

“Kissing is okay, for you. But what about him?” Kyle’s hands went to his hips.

“I…” Jordan floundered.

“He’s right.” Dylan pressed a hand to Jordan’s back. “I…I need to go home and have a conversation with Ty. Fuck. I’m sorry. I’ll see you later. Thanks for the coffee.”

Kyle moved out of the way as Dylan strode from the kitchen before he turned back to Jordan. “…So, was it good?”

Jordan smirked. His heart was still beating a mile a minute. “Yeah. Dyl is a good kisser. Maybe better than you.”

“Impossible. Let me remind you why…”

***

“You look upset.” Tyler laced his fingers with Dylan’s as the man leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. He was in the living room, stretched out on the sofa. An old Musical Chairs; a music biopic style show was playing on the large TV across the room. “And you’re home early. I thought you were having Jordan model for you?”

“I kissed him. He kissed me. We kissed each other and I’m really sorry,” Dylan burst out, unable to contain it any longer. “We were just talking, about the…you know, the sex stuff that’s been happening to both of us, and—”

“Dylan, calm down.” Tyler tugged him gently into his lap. “You kissed Jordan?”

“I did,” he nodded.

“Why?”

“Because…fuck, I don’t know. I wanted to, mostly.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Look,” Tyler rubbed his thigh, “we’ve all been cooped up for weeks now. We’re taking our social, and sexual, interactions where we can get it. So…you know, what happens in quarantine stays in quarantine.”

“Seriously? You’re not mad?”

“Are you gonna get mad if I end up kissing somebody?”

“Like who?”

“I don’t know. What if Heath and I went crazy? Or what if Kyle or Markus came on to me? Or Simon, or Dani. Or, fuck, I don’t know, maybe Mora on a really masculine day.”

“You’d kiss Mora?”

“I’d let Mora fuck me, if she was wearing that binder and started off in one of her suits. Damn.”

Dylan laughed, a strange wave of relief washing over him. “You’re not mad then.”

“I’m not mad,” Tyler promised. “Actually, you know what…” he reached up, stroking Dylan’s chin, “that thing we did with Jack was…fun. I love you, but it made me really wonder why the fuck we feel like we have…” he stopped. “No, that’s not right. I don’t want to demean our relationship.”

“Why can’t we still love each other, but also…love other people?”

“That’s never been our thing.”

“It really hasn’t.”

“Real Talk?”

“Real Talk.”

“I’m a little afraid of you being the last, only, person I ever sleep with again. I love you and I love being with you. Everything we do. But…I think we both know that our time apart taught us things that we probably wouldn’t have learned with each other. We became better lovers because we had other experience.”

“We both have plenty of experience.”

“That’s true,” Tyler acknowledged. “But…every person is different.”

“You want to be…polyam?”

“No,” Tyler shook his head. “I don’t want another boyfriend. I want to spend the rest of my life, with you. Just you. But…maybe more of what Simon and Mora have? Ethical Non-monogamy. We both…we know the other person is actively sleeping with someone else, or someones as the case may be. We tell each other, if we have someone we may be seeing regularly. As long as we’re both safe, and we’re get tested regularly…” he let himself trail off.

“Really?”

“Really,” Tyler nodded. “Maybe, occasionally, we can bring in a third again?”

“I’d like that,” Dylan nodded. “Not a regular thing, but…once in a while, for some spice.”

“Good. We’re on the same page. I’m glad we talked.”

“Me too.” Dylan leaned forward, kissing him.

“Hmm, is that Jordan’s strawberry chapstick or yours?”

Dylan swatted him in the chest.