part 19 (i think)
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smackenzieIt took the bus another fifteen minutes to show up, during which time he read The Road and didn't think about anything else, and by the time he got to Aidan and Stella's, he actually felt kind of zen. He didn't think it would last, not once they all started talking, but it was a nice feeling.
"There's nothing wrong with corn on a pizza," Aidan said when he opened the door. Val wondered if he'd shown up in the middle of a conversation. "Tell her."
"There's nothing wrong with corn on a pizza?" Val repeated tentatively.
"Damn skippy. We're still getting Chinese." He let Val in the apartment and shut the door behind them.
"We are not having this conversation again," Stella told both boys. "Corn is an abomination on a pizza. It's not right."
"It's English."
"Aidan, are the English known for their good cooking?"
"They are if you get curry."
"No. Again. No."
"I'll win you over yet. You'll see." He seemed very sure of himself. Val hadn't known Stella as long as Aidan had, and even he knew it was a losing battle.
"Hi Val," Stella said. She came over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Should I ask how work was?"
"Lots to do, no one to bug me," he said. "I think I got a lot done. I have to be in early tomorrow, though. Catherine's less than pleased."
"You knew that would happen," Aidan said, opening the fridge. "Beer?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Sit," Stella said. She pointed to a kitchen chair. "Talk first, then food. Ok?"
"Talk fast," Aidan added. "I'm hungry." He put an open bottle of Sam Adams on the table in front of Val. Val took a grateful sip.
"You sit too."
Aidan got himself a beer first, and when they were all seated he told Val "You're the best thing that ever happened to my sex life." Val almost choked on his beer.
"It's true," Stella said.
"I don't want to know," Val muttered.
"Eventually you'll see for yourself." She grinned at him. He tried - and probably failed - to look receptive to the idea. "No, huh?"
"Not yet. This whole thing is still weird to me. How does this work? This dating two people at the same time thing. I don't think I know how to be a good boyfriend to one person, never mind two."
"When was the last time you went out with someone?" Aidan asked.
"Uh...." Val had to think. "Last year Haley set me up with one of her friends. We went out twice. I wasn't her type, though. She liked them intellectual and geeky and, um, female."
"Haley set you up with a dyke?" Aidan cackled. Stella reached over and smacked him. "Ow."
"When was the last time you dated anyone for any length of time?" Stella asked.
"Four years ago. A guy this time, not a lesbian. He wasn't a morning person either." That was directed at Aidan. "It lasted five months, I think. I guess I wasn't really his type either."
"Did he leave you for a girl?"
"No, a wrestler. An ultimate fighting guy. I used to look for him on TV. I never saw him, though."
"So your last relationship was four years ago."
"Yeah, I guess."
"That's kind of sad," Aidan said. "Nice guy like you, with the body you have, you should have more of a past."
Val briefly debated mentioning the people he'd had sex with in college but hadn't really dated. But maybe in comparison he hadn't been with that many people after all. He wasn't interested in playing "So how many partners have you had?" with either Stella or Aidan in order to find out.
"So you're kind of starting from scratch with us," Stella said. "Ok. It's a good thing we thought up some rules."
"Like, three," Aidan told Val. "It's really not a big deal."
"Just some ground rules. First, we do something all three of us once a week. You can come here, we can go to your place, we can go out. We can just hang out, play videogames, watch TV, go see a movie, go out to eat, get a drink, go bowling, whatever turns you on. It doesn't matter what we do or where we go, as long as the three of us get to do it together, because we're a couple, and that's what couples do."
"We don't have to act like a threesome in public," Aidan said. "No PDA if it will freak you out. That was my idea." He looked proud of himself. Val drank his beer.
"Also, we have sex at least once a week. That's all three of us, just to be clear. Aidan and I have some ideas but we're totally open to suggestions." She grinned brightly. Val glanced at Aidan, and Aidan still looked pleased with himself. Val wondered what those ideas were, and if any of them involved bending himself into weird positions. Did Aidan and Stella have a copy of the Kama Sutra?
"We can do all of this at the same time," Stella went on. "You don't have to stay over. I mean, you can come over on Sunday and we'll have brunch, read the paper, do the crossword, and then get naked. And then at the end of the day you can go home and sleep in your own bed. We're flexible. We'd like you to stay over occasionally, but as long as we get to see you at least once a week."
"And fuck," Aidan added.
"And that. If you want to see us, let us know. If we want to see you, we'll let you know. If you want to go out with just one of us, say so. If this gets to be too much or too little, we'll talk about it and renegotiate. None of us makes a major decision about the relationship without discussing it with the other two. That's the big thing. We have to talk to each other."
"Are you panicking yet?" Aidan asked Val.
"I don't know," Val admitted. "It sounds kind of regimented. Over-scheduled."
"It's not like we're saying we have to fuck every second Tuesday or anything. And Stella didn't even mention the little things that people do for their partners, like send them flowers or text them in the middle of the day or send their phone pictures of them in sexy lingerie."
"You might get a phone photo of me in my garter belt," Stella said. "That's one of the things you should do for someone you're dating - just let them know you're thinking about them. Different people do it differently, though, so we'll see. Don't send me flowers at work, though - they end up in the teachers' lounge and one of the third grade teachers is allergic to everything. I'm amazed she doesn't spend half the year in a plastic bubble."
"I don't know if I can do all this," Val said. "I'm capable, I think, it's just.... Is there an intermediate step between friends and full-blown partners?" He was still having a hard time adjusting to the fact that both of these people wanted to go out with him, get involved with him, treat their relationships with him with the same intensity they treated their relationships with each other.
"Friends with benefits," Aidan volunteered, at the same time Stella shook her head no. "That's what I suggested."
"And I said no," Stella finished. "We do this all the way or we don't do it. And we both want to do it."
"We did think maybe we could try one-on-one dating first. You and me go out, and some time later you and Stella go out. So you get to see us like that, instead of just as friends. Start out slow, you know. What do you think?"
Val swallowed the rest of his beer. "I think I kind of want it. I kind of want what you have. I kind of... I want you."
"Cool." Aidan's face practically split with the size of his grin. "That makes two of us. Three."
"We don't know what we're doing either, Val," Stella reassured him. "We just know we want to do it."
"Are we done talking about this?" he asked, trying not to sound whiny. He didn't want to over-discuss it because he didn't want to overthink it because he wasn't sure he wanted to think about it at all. He wanted to be able to just do it. "Can we have dinner now?"
"I thought you were dinner," Aidan said.
"I probably taste like neurosis and freakout."
"And worry, don't forget worry."
"I like you as friends. I want to keep you as friends."
"You are," Stella said. "We'll start a new week tomorrow, which means we have until next Sunday to see you again. What about Tuesday night? Aidan said Catherine was presenting her case to a judge. You'll probably need a stiff drink after that."
"And a blow job," Aidan added.
"I think I need a stiff drink now," Val said under his breath.
"How about another beer?"
"I have to go home tonight." It suddenly occurred to Val that they might be trying to get him to stay over again for the group sex. Which he'd liked, but he knew that if he slept here, he wouldn't have enough time tomorrow morning to get ready and be at the office early.
"Yeah, we figured. It's ok. We can't fuck every night. My dick would probably fall off."
"Oh, I don't know," Stella said, making a face like she was seriously considering it. "We can still get in some intense nookie before one of us takes Val home."
"We should definitely eat first. Build up our strength." Aidan grinned brightly at Val, who felt a blush coming on. "We should eat anyway. I'm starving."
Stella got out a menu for the best Chinese takeout that wouldn't take an hour to arrive. This meant the best close Chinese takeout, because it was much faster if someone picked it up. They squabbled good-naturedly over the menu before they called and ordered, and Stella put on her shoes and jacket and left to pick up the food with a "You guys set the table - I don't want to sit on the floor and eat out of the cartons".
"I want to sit on the floor and eat out of the cartons," Aidan said after she'd gone. "It's cozy and informal, and we are all about the informal around here."
"I don't mind," Val said.
"Maybe there's something good on TV. We can watch a movie and stuff our faces."
"Works for me." He realized Aidan was looking at him like he wanted something. "What?"
"You know what else I want?"
"I'm afraid to ask."
"I want to suck you off."
Val could really use another beer.
"It will take Stella ten minutes to get to the takeout place and ten to get back, plus a few minutes to make sure they gave us the right order and pay for it. So we have at least twenty minutes. I can get you off in ten." Aidan scooted his chair closer to Val's until their knees were touching. "I've been thinking about this since yesterday." He leaned forward and stroked Val's thigh through his pants. "What your dick tastes like. What you smell like. What kind of sounds you make when someone's blowing you."
Val swallowed and unconsciously let his legs fall open. Aidan slid off his chair to kneel on the floor between Val's knees. The hand on Val's thigh moved in to rub his cock.
"This isn't quite what I had in mind," Aidan murmured, "but it's close enough. Unless you want to stand up."
"I don't think I can," Val practically whispered. He had the same weird disassociative feeling he'd had last night, the feeling that he was dreaming and that this couldn't possibly be real. But the conversation they'd had before had felt real, and the time they'd spent ordering dinner, and Stella's command that they set the table so she wouldn't have to eat out of takeout cartons.
But Val had legitimately dreamed about this before - Aidan's hands on the waistband and the zipper of his pants, his own cock twitching in Aidan's hand and growing harder as Aidan stroked it.
"This is what I meant," Aidan murmured. He pulled Val's hips closer to the edge of the chair and then ducked his head in Val's lap and pulled Val's cock into his mouth.
Val slid half off the chair as Aidan sucked. He clenched his hands in Aidan's hair and moaned when Aidan swirled his tongue around the head of Val's cock, and he gasped when Aidan very gently used his teeth. He tried not to buck up into Aidan's mouth and he hoped they finished before Stella came home and he was transfixed by the sight of Aidan's head bobbing up and down between his thighs.
Aidan hummed around his cock and Val had almost forgotten how to breathe when his climax took him almost by surprise and he bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud.
Aidan licked him until he was soft and then sat back on his knees and grinned up at Val.
"Shit," Val breathed.
"You can repay the favor any time," Aidan said. He leaned forward and helped Val put himself back together.
"Was I... was it what you expected?"
"That and more." Now Aidan stood up and bent over Val to drop a kiss on his lips. "Stella forgot to mention this, but we want you to get tested. We'll go too if it will make you feel less weird."
"I haven't had sex in - ok, a while."
"Doesn't matter. Do it anyway."
"Ok."
Stella picked that time to return with dinner, effectively ending any more awkward sex talk. Val decided he'd rather have sex than talk about it.
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"There's nothing wrong with corn on a pizza," Aidan said when he opened the door. Val wondered if he'd shown up in the middle of a conversation. "Tell her."
"There's nothing wrong with corn on a pizza?" Val repeated tentatively.
"Damn skippy. We're still getting Chinese." He let Val in the apartment and shut the door behind them.
"We are not having this conversation again," Stella told both boys. "Corn is an abomination on a pizza. It's not right."
"It's English."
"Aidan, are the English known for their good cooking?"
"They are if you get curry."
"No. Again. No."
"I'll win you over yet. You'll see." He seemed very sure of himself. Val hadn't known Stella as long as Aidan had, and even he knew it was a losing battle.
"Hi Val," Stella said. She came over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Should I ask how work was?"
"Lots to do, no one to bug me," he said. "I think I got a lot done. I have to be in early tomorrow, though. Catherine's less than pleased."
"You knew that would happen," Aidan said, opening the fridge. "Beer?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Sit," Stella said. She pointed to a kitchen chair. "Talk first, then food. Ok?"
"Talk fast," Aidan added. "I'm hungry." He put an open bottle of Sam Adams on the table in front of Val. Val took a grateful sip.
"You sit too."
Aidan got himself a beer first, and when they were all seated he told Val "You're the best thing that ever happened to my sex life." Val almost choked on his beer.
"It's true," Stella said.
"I don't want to know," Val muttered.
"Eventually you'll see for yourself." She grinned at him. He tried - and probably failed - to look receptive to the idea. "No, huh?"
"Not yet. This whole thing is still weird to me. How does this work? This dating two people at the same time thing. I don't think I know how to be a good boyfriend to one person, never mind two."
"When was the last time you went out with someone?" Aidan asked.
"Uh...." Val had to think. "Last year Haley set me up with one of her friends. We went out twice. I wasn't her type, though. She liked them intellectual and geeky and, um, female."
"Haley set you up with a dyke?" Aidan cackled. Stella reached over and smacked him. "Ow."
"When was the last time you dated anyone for any length of time?" Stella asked.
"Four years ago. A guy this time, not a lesbian. He wasn't a morning person either." That was directed at Aidan. "It lasted five months, I think. I guess I wasn't really his type either."
"Did he leave you for a girl?"
"No, a wrestler. An ultimate fighting guy. I used to look for him on TV. I never saw him, though."
"So your last relationship was four years ago."
"Yeah, I guess."
"That's kind of sad," Aidan said. "Nice guy like you, with the body you have, you should have more of a past."
Val briefly debated mentioning the people he'd had sex with in college but hadn't really dated. But maybe in comparison he hadn't been with that many people after all. He wasn't interested in playing "So how many partners have you had?" with either Stella or Aidan in order to find out.
"So you're kind of starting from scratch with us," Stella said. "Ok. It's a good thing we thought up some rules."
"Like, three," Aidan told Val. "It's really not a big deal."
"Just some ground rules. First, we do something all three of us once a week. You can come here, we can go to your place, we can go out. We can just hang out, play videogames, watch TV, go see a movie, go out to eat, get a drink, go bowling, whatever turns you on. It doesn't matter what we do or where we go, as long as the three of us get to do it together, because we're a couple, and that's what couples do."
"We don't have to act like a threesome in public," Aidan said. "No PDA if it will freak you out. That was my idea." He looked proud of himself. Val drank his beer.
"Also, we have sex at least once a week. That's all three of us, just to be clear. Aidan and I have some ideas but we're totally open to suggestions." She grinned brightly. Val glanced at Aidan, and Aidan still looked pleased with himself. Val wondered what those ideas were, and if any of them involved bending himself into weird positions. Did Aidan and Stella have a copy of the Kama Sutra?
"We can do all of this at the same time," Stella went on. "You don't have to stay over. I mean, you can come over on Sunday and we'll have brunch, read the paper, do the crossword, and then get naked. And then at the end of the day you can go home and sleep in your own bed. We're flexible. We'd like you to stay over occasionally, but as long as we get to see you at least once a week."
"And fuck," Aidan added.
"And that. If you want to see us, let us know. If we want to see you, we'll let you know. If you want to go out with just one of us, say so. If this gets to be too much or too little, we'll talk about it and renegotiate. None of us makes a major decision about the relationship without discussing it with the other two. That's the big thing. We have to talk to each other."
"Are you panicking yet?" Aidan asked Val.
"I don't know," Val admitted. "It sounds kind of regimented. Over-scheduled."
"It's not like we're saying we have to fuck every second Tuesday or anything. And Stella didn't even mention the little things that people do for their partners, like send them flowers or text them in the middle of the day or send their phone pictures of them in sexy lingerie."
"You might get a phone photo of me in my garter belt," Stella said. "That's one of the things you should do for someone you're dating - just let them know you're thinking about them. Different people do it differently, though, so we'll see. Don't send me flowers at work, though - they end up in the teachers' lounge and one of the third grade teachers is allergic to everything. I'm amazed she doesn't spend half the year in a plastic bubble."
"I don't know if I can do all this," Val said. "I'm capable, I think, it's just.... Is there an intermediate step between friends and full-blown partners?" He was still having a hard time adjusting to the fact that both of these people wanted to go out with him, get involved with him, treat their relationships with him with the same intensity they treated their relationships with each other.
"Friends with benefits," Aidan volunteered, at the same time Stella shook her head no. "That's what I suggested."
"And I said no," Stella finished. "We do this all the way or we don't do it. And we both want to do it."
"We did think maybe we could try one-on-one dating first. You and me go out, and some time later you and Stella go out. So you get to see us like that, instead of just as friends. Start out slow, you know. What do you think?"
Val swallowed the rest of his beer. "I think I kind of want it. I kind of want what you have. I kind of... I want you."
"Cool." Aidan's face practically split with the size of his grin. "That makes two of us. Three."
"We don't know what we're doing either, Val," Stella reassured him. "We just know we want to do it."
"Are we done talking about this?" he asked, trying not to sound whiny. He didn't want to over-discuss it because he didn't want to overthink it because he wasn't sure he wanted to think about it at all. He wanted to be able to just do it. "Can we have dinner now?"
"I thought you were dinner," Aidan said.
"I probably taste like neurosis and freakout."
"And worry, don't forget worry."
"I like you as friends. I want to keep you as friends."
"You are," Stella said. "We'll start a new week tomorrow, which means we have until next Sunday to see you again. What about Tuesday night? Aidan said Catherine was presenting her case to a judge. You'll probably need a stiff drink after that."
"And a blow job," Aidan added.
"I think I need a stiff drink now," Val said under his breath.
"How about another beer?"
"I have to go home tonight." It suddenly occurred to Val that they might be trying to get him to stay over again for the group sex. Which he'd liked, but he knew that if he slept here, he wouldn't have enough time tomorrow morning to get ready and be at the office early.
"Yeah, we figured. It's ok. We can't fuck every night. My dick would probably fall off."
"Oh, I don't know," Stella said, making a face like she was seriously considering it. "We can still get in some intense nookie before one of us takes Val home."
"We should definitely eat first. Build up our strength." Aidan grinned brightly at Val, who felt a blush coming on. "We should eat anyway. I'm starving."
Stella got out a menu for the best Chinese takeout that wouldn't take an hour to arrive. This meant the best close Chinese takeout, because it was much faster if someone picked it up. They squabbled good-naturedly over the menu before they called and ordered, and Stella put on her shoes and jacket and left to pick up the food with a "You guys set the table - I don't want to sit on the floor and eat out of the cartons".
"I want to sit on the floor and eat out of the cartons," Aidan said after she'd gone. "It's cozy and informal, and we are all about the informal around here."
"I don't mind," Val said.
"Maybe there's something good on TV. We can watch a movie and stuff our faces."
"Works for me." He realized Aidan was looking at him like he wanted something. "What?"
"You know what else I want?"
"I'm afraid to ask."
"I want to suck you off."
Val could really use another beer.
"It will take Stella ten minutes to get to the takeout place and ten to get back, plus a few minutes to make sure they gave us the right order and pay for it. So we have at least twenty minutes. I can get you off in ten." Aidan scooted his chair closer to Val's until their knees were touching. "I've been thinking about this since yesterday." He leaned forward and stroked Val's thigh through his pants. "What your dick tastes like. What you smell like. What kind of sounds you make when someone's blowing you."
Val swallowed and unconsciously let his legs fall open. Aidan slid off his chair to kneel on the floor between Val's knees. The hand on Val's thigh moved in to rub his cock.
"This isn't quite what I had in mind," Aidan murmured, "but it's close enough. Unless you want to stand up."
"I don't think I can," Val practically whispered. He had the same weird disassociative feeling he'd had last night, the feeling that he was dreaming and that this couldn't possibly be real. But the conversation they'd had before had felt real, and the time they'd spent ordering dinner, and Stella's command that they set the table so she wouldn't have to eat out of takeout cartons.
But Val had legitimately dreamed about this before - Aidan's hands on the waistband and the zipper of his pants, his own cock twitching in Aidan's hand and growing harder as Aidan stroked it.
"This is what I meant," Aidan murmured. He pulled Val's hips closer to the edge of the chair and then ducked his head in Val's lap and pulled Val's cock into his mouth.
Val slid half off the chair as Aidan sucked. He clenched his hands in Aidan's hair and moaned when Aidan swirled his tongue around the head of Val's cock, and he gasped when Aidan very gently used his teeth. He tried not to buck up into Aidan's mouth and he hoped they finished before Stella came home and he was transfixed by the sight of Aidan's head bobbing up and down between his thighs.
Aidan hummed around his cock and Val had almost forgotten how to breathe when his climax took him almost by surprise and he bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud.
Aidan licked him until he was soft and then sat back on his knees and grinned up at Val.
"Shit," Val breathed.
"You can repay the favor any time," Aidan said. He leaned forward and helped Val put himself back together.
"Was I... was it what you expected?"
"That and more." Now Aidan stood up and bent over Val to drop a kiss on his lips. "Stella forgot to mention this, but we want you to get tested. We'll go too if it will make you feel less weird."
"I haven't had sex in - ok, a while."
"Doesn't matter. Do it anyway."
"Ok."
Stella picked that time to return with dinner, effectively ending any more awkward sex talk. Val decided he'd rather have sex than talk about it.
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Date: 2008-11-17 01:19 pm (UTC)Ha ha ha, so true! He's definitely more a doing than talking kind of guy when it comes to sex. :-D
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Date: 2008-11-19 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-17 05:20 pm (UTC)i think most people would. it's generally easier (in the short term, at least) *g*
i love how comfortable this all seems for stella & aidan, and how that's so at odds with what val's experiencing. it's like they have to remind themselves (or he has to remind them) that he's not used to having this... a relationship, regular sex, what have you. and they're all trying, but no matter how much they want it, it's not all going to just fall into place and be perfect. :)
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Date: 2008-11-19 03:33 am (UTC)i hope i can show that it's not as easy as they think it will be....
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Date: 2008-12-25 11:09 pm (UTC)