Chapter 1-3
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Kurt let himself into Maggie’s apartment. One of the first things she had done when she moved in was get extra keys cut for him and Mike. He shut the door behind him. Off to his left, he heard sounds in the vicinity of the kitchen, sounds like…sex. He wandered in that direction. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he saw Maggie pinned against the wall by Mike. Her legs were crossed behind Mike’s ass and he was actively pounding into her. Maggie’s arms were wound around his neck and the two of them were breathing hard. Watching them made Kurt’s prick begin to fill. The flex and clench of Mike’s ass was a thing of beauty to watch. Maggie’s flushed face and parted lips were pretty hot, too. She met Kurt’s gaze and crooked a finger, beckoning him closer.
Kurt stepped up behind Mike and patted his partner’s ass. “Having fun?”
Mike’s motion stilled for a moment and he twisted his head to glance at Kurt. “You’re late.”
“And apparently missing out.” Kurt licked a finger and pressed it between Mike’s butt cheeks, teasing at the opening there.
“Oh God…” Mike muttered. “You’re going make me drop her.”
“Then you better finish up.” Kurt nipped at the side of Mike’s neck and reached out to stroke Maggie’s face.
“f**k you,” Mike said.
“Yes please, later,” Kurt replied. He leaned back on the counter and watched the end game. Mike drove into Maggie another dozen times or so as she squirmed against the wall, finally groaning, his whole body tensing as he blew his load. Mike eased Maggie’s feet back to the floor and she kissed him, before sauntering across the kitchen to kiss Kurt too. Kurt looked down into her eyes. Her pupils were blown wide and she gave him a slow smile.
Maggie palmed the front of his uniform slacks. “I guess you enjoyed the show?”
“Always. I’d prefer if you didn’t make me wreck my work pants.”
“The solution to that would be to take them off,” Maggie teased him.
“Oh, did you have something in mind?” Kurt grinned at her.
“How ‘bout something in my mouth?” Maggie lowered his fly.
Kurt looked across the small kitchen at Mike.
Mike had hitched up his underwear and jeans but hadn’t gotten so far as dealing with his zipper and belt. He sauntered over to Kurt. “My turn to watch?”
“Mmm, yes,” Kurt answered.
Maggie unbuckled Kurt’s belt and pushed his pants and skivvies down far enough to expose his prick, which jutted out stiffly. She dropped to her knees and licked along the length of Kurt’s c**k.
Kurt gripped the edge of the counter in a somewhat futile gesture of self-restraint. He groaned as she stroked him, then began to suck.
The wet heat of her mouth and the way she fondled his balls made his pulse accelerate. “Jesus God, Maggie…”
She gave him a naughty look, mouth full.
Oh hell. How had he ever lucked into two lovers like this? He gasped as her tongue skated around the tip of his d**k. He felt that momentary tightening, the impending climax, and put a hand on her shoulder in warning. His opposite hand clutched the counter still as he came in her mouth. She stood up and spit in the sink. Kurt had always thought it was funny that as sexually aggressive as Maggie was, she wasn’t much into the swallow thing.
As Maggie moved out of the way, Mike leaned in and kissed Kurt. “We were just killing time until dinner.”
“Prat.” Kurt skimmed a hand along the exposed skin just above Mike’s underwear. “I’m starving. What are we doing for dinner?”
“Delivery,” said Maggie as she picked her pants and panties up off the floor. “Mostly because I haven’t figured out which box has the pots and pans yet. I’m going to go jump in the shower. Order me some moo goo gai pan and steamed dumplings.” She handed Mike a takeout menu.
Kurt watched her walk out of the kitchen, torn between the temptation to follow and the need to look at the menu. He tucked himself back in and zipped up.
“Why isn’t she living with us?” Kurt asked.
“Rhetorical question, dude, she’s trying to protect her career, especially being the new kid on the block.”
“Yeah, okay, I get it. I do. You and I tread a fine line. I still haven’t figured out if the brass would go ahead and process me out if they could prove our relationship.” Mike tapped his fist lightly on Kurt’s chest.
“On that note, what did the neurologist’s office say? You went there yesterday right?”
“Yeah, they want me to cut the dosage of the meds, but not to do it until I had a day when I wouldn’t be alone. Just in case…”
“In case you have a seizure.”
“Yes. I am so thrilled by that possibility.”
“Hey.” Kurt hooked a finger in Mike’s belt loop and dragged him closer. “If it happens, it happens, we’ll deal. It’s been nearly three months since you had one. At least we know the meds at that dosage keep them under control.”
Mike closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Kurt’s. “Weekend,” he murmured.
“That sounds like a plan. Maggie and I can take turns keeping you company. I know we’ll both have a little work to do regarding the upcoming trip to Prague, but we’ll work around it.”
Mike nodded.
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