Three's a Crowd 

(excerpt from 2008 revised and extended edition)

 - written by Leslie Lee Sanders

Marc walked into the dark apartment to find Brian curled up on the sofa. His eyes were covered with both arms crossed over his face.

“Brian?” Marc said softly. He stood at the end of the sofa. “Brian, are you okay?”.

Brian sat up, placing his feet on the floor. He attempted to smile. “Yeah,” he said and sniffed. His eyes were red as if he was crying, but other than that he looked fine. “Come sit down with me,” Brian said and patted the cushion beside him.

Marc cautiously sat beside Brian and stared at the floor.

Brian sat forward resting his elbows on his knees. His head was down, his hair over his eyes. He sniffed again.

Marc didn’t know what to do or say. He hadn’t seen Brian cry since his father killed himself back in middle school.

Brian slowly turned to face Marc. “Aren’t you gonna hold me?” he asked. Marc held Janice when she was in distress. He would like the same attention.

“Of course,” Marc said and slid closer, embracing Brian and pulling him back against him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Brian said. He shifted, looking into Marc’s eyes. “Do you believe me when I tell you I love you?”

“Yes, I do,” Marc said. He never had to go through this with Brian. Marc was usually the one denying Brian’s love. Brian must really need someone to listen to him.

Brian asked bluntly out of thin air, “Can I suck you?”

Marc wasn’t prepared for that question. “Are you feeling okay, Brian?”

Brian turned more toward Marc. “It’ll make me feel better,” he explained.

That didn’t seem normal. Brian was acting weird and desperate. He was starting to freak Marc out a little.

“You will get over whatever happened between you and Lily, but you can’t think that sex will make everything better,” Marc said.

“Please, Marc, I need you. I need to know that you still love me,” Brian said and moved closer.

“Brian, I do love you, so much. But tell me what happened today so I can help you.”

“I can tell you but I want to suck you first. It’ll be quick,” Brian said, running his hand up and down Marc’s thigh.

“This isn’t you,” Marc said. He was worried.

“Then help me to get back to who I am,” Brian said.

Brian slowly brought his lips to Marc’s and gently opened Marc’s mouth with his tongue. Marc lay against the cushions on the back of the sofa and allowed his mouth to be taken over. Brian thrust his tongue against Marc’s and rose over him to straddle his thighs. He wrapped his arms around Marc’s shoulders and pressed his body against Marc’s.

“Mmm,” Marc moaned, closing his eyes and tasting. He grabbed Brian’s ass and squeezed.

Brian sat up and began unbuttoning Marc’s jeans. While looking at his working hands his blond strands covered his eyes. He licked his lips and moved slow but eager. Marc sat back and let Brian take control of his body. He looked up into Brian’s face and brushed his hair to the side. Brian peered through the curtain of hair and smiled at Marc. Marc smiled back. Once his fly was opened, Brian kissed his mouth and moved to his knees on the floor between Marc’s thighs.

Marc relaxed and smiled at Brian when he looked up at him. Brian was beautiful. Brian licked Marc’s navel and slowly pulled Marc’s jeans down over his hips. There it was, thick and erect. Brian held it, looked up at Marc one last time and went forward closing his soft, wet lips around it.

“Ooh,” Marc exhaled and let his head fall back and closed his eyes.

Brian’s hot, wet mouth sucked at the head of it while his hand held the shaft at the base.

Marc remembered the comment Janice made about him talking loud during sex, so he bit his lower lip not wanting to make too much noise.

Brian softly sucked at the head.

“Oh,” Marc breathed.

Then Brian took more into his mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” Marc whispered, struggling to keep quiet.

Brian’s lips slid down the length of it and sucked on the way back up, licking at the head before going back down again.

“Fuck, yeah,” Marc said and ran his hand through Brian’s hair, gently pulling and pushing his head up and down in his lap.

Brian sucked and licked at the head when it slipped from his lips, and slid his lips back down the long, slick shaft.

“Suck me, Brian,” Marc whispered. He was flushed with heat. He looked down into his lap, from that angle Brian’s hair fell over only allowing a glimpse of his dick in Brian’s mouth. Marc wanted to see his throbbing flesh between Brian’s pretty lips so he swept Brian’s hair aside.

“Oh, suck it, pretty boy,” Marc whispered. The site of it in Brian’s mouth pumped fire though Marc’s veins. Brian’s eyes were closed and his cheeks hollowed as Marc slid in and out of his lips. He moved slowly to give Marc a show.

“God, you look so good on my dick,” Marc said and closed his eyes. The site, the feel, the sounds were all overwhelming. He opened his eyes again. Brian’s lips went down to the base and took Marc’s slick flesh down his throat, again and again. It was too good for Marc; he closed his eyes again and let his head fall back. His mouth opened wanting to moan and yell but nothing came out.

He heard movement and lifted his head and opened his eyes to see Janice.

Janice! “Oh, shit!” Marc yelled.

Brian lifted his head. “What?”

Janice turned and ran out the door. Brian frowned.

Marc paced back and forth in front of the TV.

“I didn’t hear her come in. Did you?” Marc asked Brian.

Brian sat relaxed on the sofa. “I wouldn’t have continued if I heard her,” Brian said.

Marc kept pacing. “How long do you think she was there watching?”

Brian sighed. “Not long. She wouldn’t have stayed long.”

“I embarrassed her. I embarrassed myself,” Marc said.

“Sit down. You’ll be fine,” Brian said.

“No, I won’t. I have to know that she’s okay. I mean, she came for a reason. What if she needed me? What if Lily had done something to her and I’m here getting my dick sucked?” Marc said.

“You’ll be fine,” Brian said. He could see that Marc forgot the purpose of that intimate moment. It was supposed to make Brian feel better but now the issue was back to Janice. “I’ll be back,” Brian said, walking to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“I get embarrassed, too,” Brian said, reminding him that he was just walked in on too.

“Brian, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. . .”

“It’s all right,” Brian said.  “I’ll be back later.” He walked out the door and was about to close it, when he came back in.

“Huh?” Marc asked him.

Brian motioned to the hall.

Marc went to the door and peered out into the hall. Janice sat on the floor with her back against the wall.

Marc went to her side. “Janice?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

Brian stood in front of them and listened.

“I’m sorry,” Janice said. “I thought. . .”

“Come on,” Marc said and pulled her up to her feet. He held her close and led her into the apartment.

“See you later,” Brian whispered to the door once it closed.

Marc held Janice around the waist walking her to the sofa. He sat down and guided her onto his lap.

Janice was kind of shocked; not moving, not talking, and letting Marc control her body. Marc held her close and tight, feeling guilty and embarrassed for her walking in on that scene.

“Janice, are you okay?” he asked.

Janice buried her head in Marc’s neck and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Everything’s okay,” Marc said. He didn’t know what else to say, he just hoped it was the truth.

He held her close and rubbed his hand up and down her back slowly to help her feel at ease. Janice shifted in his lap and brought her arms under his and around to his back, getting as close as possible. Marc placed his head against hers. He closed his eyes and held her warm and gentle, at the same time he rubbed her back nice and slow.

Janice was close. All she ever wanted was to be in the arms of a decent man, and to be in the arms of Marc. And there she was on his lap and in his arms. What more can she ask for? So much more.

With her eyes closed and her head resting in Marc’s warm neck she breathed him in. He smelled so good. She felt the heat rising from between her legs. She was so close she had to do it. Janice slowly let her tongue slip from between her lips to taste Marc’s neck. She did it again and her groin ached.

Marc’s hands found her shoulders and pulled her back from him.   “Janice, do you know what you’re doing?” he asked.

Janice knew and she wasn’t going to let the chance pass her by. She put her hand up to his face and placed a finger between his eyes, she let it travel down over his nose and to his lips. He closed his eyes. She slowly leaned in and their lips met for a kiss. He didn’t move. She kept her lips softly stroking against his and kissed again.

Marc opened his eyes and whispered against her mouth, “We can’t.” He looked at her with full understanding and repeated, “We can’t do this.” He sat back separating their lips.

“Marc, I don’t mean to hurt Brian but . . .” Janice paused. She knew this was her only chance to be this close to Marc. “Please,” Janice said. “Please just kiss me.”

Marc looked down at Janice still sitting in his lap. He didn’t know what to say or do.

“One more kiss and I’ll leave,” Janice said and moved in to kiss his soft lips again.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered and closed his eyes.

“Then, I won’t,” Janice said and allowed her tongue to slowly slide into his mouth.

Marc’s arms went around her pulling her in close as his tongue tangled with hers. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but whatever it was he didn’t want it to stop. Janice felt so good in his arms, like she belonged there, like it was expected.

Janice kissed him as if he were oxygen, very passionate and deep. His mouth was wet, hot and slick. She needed it, she wanted it, and she had always wanted it. She moaned and held him tighter.

Marc slid his hands down over her thighs and slowly lay her down on the couch cushions. God she felt good in his arms, he thought he would never let go.

All of Janice’s guilty feelings disappeared when his hands moved in between her thighs, squeezing them. Then she felt it press the back of her thigh. He was hard. He was aroused. His tongue licked inside her mouth and he was aroused. It was amazing that his body would respond to her like that knowing that Amanda was the last woman he’d been with. He slowly thrust it against her thigh.

Janice was getting lost inside of love, passion and intimacy. She wouldn’t let go, and he wouldn’t let go. She sat back up in his lap and nuzzled his neck. Marc let his head fall back, still petting and rubbing her thighs and ass. She sucked, licked, and nibbled his neck.

Then, as if they didn’t have enough interruptions in one day, they heard the door open. Marc looked at the door, Janice quickly replaced her lips on his neck with her forehead and they continued to embrace. They froze.

Brian casually walked in. “Is she okay?” he asked.

“Uh, she’ll be fine,” Marc said and remained frozen.

Janice remained still as well. She could still feel Marc’s erection digging into the back of her thigh.

“I’ll be in the bedroom if you need anything,” Brian said and stepped forward to rub Janice’s shoulder. He smiled at Marc and walked to the bedroom. The door closed.

Janice slid off of Marc’s lap and he moved to make room between them, quickly adjusting himself in his jeans.

“I wish I heard the door when you walked in,” Marc said.

“Lily went nuts trashing the apartment,” Janice said instead of making a comment about walking in on them.

“Brian has to tell me what happened with her,” Marc said and stared at the floor.

“Are you okay with what just happened between us?” Janice whispered.

“I don’t know what to think,” Marc said honestly.

“I could pretend it never happened,” Janice suggested.

“For now, let’s do that,” Marc said. He looked to Janice, she looked to him and they both smiled. It was starting to appear as though sex did take all of their problems away for the moment.

Copyright©2008 by Leslie Lee Sanders