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Part 4

Sweat dripped down his face as Lucas kicked and punched his way through the kickboxing class. Normally, this wasn’t his thing. There were too many complicated, quick sequences to remember then quickly replace with brand new ones. He much preferred strength training or workouts that worked one muscle group at a time. But he had needed something to put all his energy into, or he was likely to go crazy, and this definitely fit the requirement.

Right hook, duck, right uppercut, left uppercut, right jab, left cross, bob, left hook. Repeat. Right hook, duck, right uppercut, left uppercut, right jab, left cross, David had looked so hot feeling Troy’s forehead for fever. Fuck. He needed to keep his mind off sex, off his husband’s fetish, off the way his cock had gone so hard at the sight of the two men together. Right hook, duck, right uppercut, left uppercut, right jab, left cross, bob, left hook. Repeat. Right hook, duck, right uppercut, left uppercut, what would it look like for David to hold tissues to Troy’s nose when he had to sneeze? Fuck. This wasn’t working as well as he had hoped. He concentrated, tried reciting the moves out loud. “Right hook, duck, right uppercut, left uppercut, right jab, left cross, bob, left hook.” Good. “Right hook, duck….” And that way Troy had been pulled back from the edge of having a breakdown and was all smiles and dimples, heading off to his room to sleep. Lucas bet he slept in the nude. He just seemed like the type who would.

“Now let’s add some kicks into the mix!” the instructor told them.

Lucas groaned inwardly. He was always glad to work his core, but he wasn’t sure he could handle yet another element to the combination when he hadn’t been able to concentrate enough to execute one round properly yet. His thoughts kept drifting back to those men. The one he knew so well, the one he would choose before anyone else, the one he loved with all that he was. And the one he’d just met who he just couldn’t get out of his head no matter what he tried. He had plenty of gay friends, some of them extremely good-looking, but none of them stole his attention the way Troy was doing now. And it wasn’t just about his looks, either. The guy was genuinely nice, and having someone to talk fitness with this morning had been fantastic. There was just something about him that made Lucas want him. Even though he wasn’t supposed to want him. He was only supposed to want his husband.

Right kick, bob and weave, left kick, bob and weave, four uppercuts, right hook, left hook, and bounce for a four count. Repeat. Right kick, bob and weave, left kick, bob and weave, four uppercuts, right hook, left hook, and bounce. Excellent. This was the one. He was present in the moment. He could do this. He could force every stray thought out of his head and focus exclusively on the exercise. No distractions. No pondering. Just kicks and punches and what it might feel like to slide his hand through that close-cropped blond hair as he sucked the man’s face. Fuck! Right kick, bob and weave, left kick, bob and weave, four uppercuts, right hook, left hook, and bounce.

Somehow, Lucas made it through the rest of this class. And, yeah, maybe there were some things he didn’t know before, but he hadn’t really been in it for the professional development aspect. He was sweaty and exhausted to the point of breaking. But he still wanted Troy. And, more importantly, still wanted David to want Troy.

Lucas dabbed a towel at his face and shoved part under the neck of his shirt to wipe his chest. All he’d wanted this week was to attend the leading fitness conference in the world, learn some new techniques, and try out some state-of-the-art equipment. He wanted to have some good conversations with fellow trainers, pick up tons of free stuff from trade show exhibitors, and swim in the hotel pool with his husband. He’d just been in this for a good time. He hadn’t been looking for a new relationship. And he certainly hadn’t been looking for a new kink.

Lucas jabbed the elevator call button, then he found himself pacing back and forth as he waited for them. Cursing to himself, he walked past the bank of elevators, threw open the door to the stairwell, and started sprinting up the stairs. Going from floor two to floor twenty-three took time and energy, much of which Lucas had just spent in an intense workout.

When he got inside his hotel room finally, he was dripping with sweat and wheezing. David, sprawled out on one of the beds with a good book, dove for Lucas’ bag, expertly located and pulled out his inhaler, and handed it over. Lucas collapsed across the foot of the bed, took a draw on the inhaler, and waited for his world to steady itself again. This is what he wanted. He wasn’t even trying to convince himself of that. Being with David, feeling his husband’s hand rubbing big circles on him back, feeling loved and comforted, this was what he lived for. It was the best thing in the world to him. “I want to kiss Troy.”

David’s hand stopped rubbing. Lucas tensed he buried his head in his folded arms, berating himself. After the events of that morning, they’d had the most mind-blowing sex in a good long while. And then they’d had a talk about what they were both feeling, about opening the relationship. Together, they’d made the decision to not risk or complicate what they had just because a hot guy with a sexy British accent happened to have caught a cold. Their conclusion made so much sense. “Yeah,” said David. “I want to kiss him, too. Among other things.”

Lucas lifted his head. He looked back and up at his husband. Then he lifted a hand, took David’s, and pulled the man down beside him. One reassuringly tight bearhug later, David had his face buried in Lucas’ sweaty chest and seemed happier than he’d been all afternoon with his book. “I could stay like this forever,” he murmured. Then, almost in the same breath, he added, “We have to tell him how we feel.”

With a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, Lucas nodded. As much as he didn’t want to ruin what was barely even a friendship by complicating it with lust and desire and expectation, he knew that was the right thing to do.

David continued, “We have to be respectful to him and see how this plays out. Could be he’s not interested.”

Amusement filled Lucas’ exhalation. “Who wouldn’t be interested in you?”

He felt David nuzzle him and kiss his clavicle. “You’re the hot one in this relationship, baby.”

Lucas squeezed tighter, feeling David wrap his arms around and hug back as well. It never seemed to matter to David that Lucas’ shirt was damp with sweat and he smelled terrible after a workout. David only cared about getting close and staying close, and Lucas loved him for that. “It was a pretty intense workout. Of course I’m hot.”

They both laughed at this. But then silence fell. David breathed against Lucas' neck. Lucas rubbed his hand up and down David’s back, occasionally dropping a kiss on his head.

A long time passed. The air conditioner kicked on, bringing a little white noise, and then died off again. At one point, Lucas thought he might drift off to sleep. At another, he gathered his courage to say what needed to. “David?” His voice sounded strange against the silence they had made. He felt a kiss to his jaw and heard David murmur to him to continue. Lucas took a deep breath. “I’m a little scared.”

David tensed up a little in his arms. “Scared about doing this?”

“No… more like scared that I’m not more scared about doing this. It feels so right. And I really don’t think it’s supposed to.”

David applied a series of tiny kisses to his neck and chin. “I don’t think there’s any rule about how anyone’s supposed to feel in this situation. But if it makes you feel any better, I’m the same. Earlier, I wanted to touch his forehead so badly, and I was almost sure you wouldn’t let me. But then you did. And when I felt it for fever, I felt the same amazing rush of arousal I do when I feel yours. I can’t explain why.”

“We have to tell him how we feel,” Lucas restated, resignedly. “Should we just tell him everything?”

“You mean, my fetish?”

A nod.

“I… I don’t know if that’s such a great idea. We want him to be interested in us, not horrified.”

Lucas knew that David had only ever told one person about his kink: Lucas. That trust and honesty had been an important cornerstone in what they had together now. He also knew his husband’s care-giving kink would take a lot of explaining, especially to someone who was on the receiving end of it and not feeling a hundred percent.

“I’m not sure I can explain it without sounded creepy.”

“Then maybe I’m the one to explain it,” Lucas volunteered. “We’re in this together. This is what I’m here for.”

“To tell a random guy we want to have a three-way with that your husband gets off on holding tissues to his nose? Yeah, that’s going to go over real well.”

Lucas chuckled. “First, I’ll figure out a better way to phrase it. Second, he’s not some random guy. And third… you are so fucking hot when you do that, when you just know my nose is drippy and needs constant attention and care and you’re right there to help without my even needing to ask. If he doesn’t get how sexy you are when you take charge like that, then he isn’t the right fit for us.”

Slowly, David nodded. “You’re right. But let’s wait until tomorrow to tell him. With any luck, he’ll be feeling better after a day of meds and rest. It’s not fair to spring any of this on him until he can think clearly.”

Again, Lucas chuckled. “I can tell you from personal experience that no matter what stage of a cold I have, I can never think clearly when you’ve got your arm around me and your forehead pressed to my aching head. Or your hand cupped around my nose with a tissue to help me catch a wet sneeze. When you take care of me like that, my body tingles and craves to have you touch me all over.” Shit… he was getting hard again. And they were holding each other so close it would be impossible for David not to notice. His mind started wandering, remembering a dozen times we got hurt or sick and how David had taken such good care of him. His eager erection dug into David’s thigh, longing for friction and movement. “You know, if nothing else comes of it, I might end up catching Troy’s head cold, and then—ah!”

David had pulled back out of the embrace and had slapped Lucas’ arm. It hadn’t been hard, just startling.

“What? You love taking care of me.”

“I don’t ever want to hear you say something like that.”

Lucas’ brow furrowed with confusion. “But… you do love taking care of me.”

As he rolled from his side onto his back, David sighed dramatically. “Not that part, the part about you getting sick on purpose. For one thing, you we spent a lot of money on this conference trip. I want you to get the most of it. And, as I’ve told you a hundred times, it kills me to see you miserable and suffering. I’ll happily take care of you until my dying day, but I don’t ever want you doing something to intentionally warrant my care. That isn’t hot to me; that’s foolish. And you’re so much better than that.”

Lucas rolled over as well, positioning himself on top of David. His forearms were bent so he was almost in a sort of plank position, not putting all his weight on the man but certainly grinding his cock into David’s thigh now. “Understood. But all this talk about sex is getting me all worked up. How about you take care of me?”

David’s fingers slid under his shirt, across his tight core, around to his strong back. He pulled the man down and caught him in a fierce kiss that felt so good it only made Lucas rock more into David thigh. “I’d love to, baby.”