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Part 12

Lucas nodded. His brain still befuddled from the blissful orgasm, it wasn’t until David and Troy had disappeared with the tissue box to the bathroom before what his husband had said registered with him. David choosing to watch sports? Was this the world he lived in now? “Troy!” he called out. “What kind of magic did you perform on my husband today?”

He heard laughing from both of them, then Troy stuck his head back out. “Just introduced him to some finer parts of the sport he might have overlooked. Sniff! Besides, he got me breathing properly again. If anyone’s magical here, it’s David. Oof!” He was swiftly pulled back into the bathroom. There was a short pause then the sound of nose blowing.

The sensation of having David squirt nasal spray up his nose was so vivid that Lucas was very nearly jealous. He thought about joining them in the bathroom, maybe stroking Troy’s head as he sniffed and sniffed or maybe holding David and running his hand up and down his arm as David held tissues to Troy’s nose for him. But both of those would require him to get off the bed, and he felt strongly that someone should keep the bed warm. Besides, he’d been given a task. So he lunged for the remote control. The television defaulted to the hotel’s welcome channel, so it took a fair bit of scrolling to get anywhere near the sports channels. There were several channels with football, one of with basketball, one showing some fishing competition that Lucas really wouldn’t have considered a sport. But then he found a rebroadcast of soccer match. What were the odds?

The game had only just started, so the score was still zero to zero. He wondered exactly how far into the match they would get before they started making moves on each other again.

As it turned out, it was even before the first goal was scored.

When Troy and David returned to the bed, they brought with them the dessert they’d ordered from room service and three forks. In their haste to start trying out all the things they’d professed to like, they had forgotten all about the cheesecake. But there it still was, waiting under a metal dome. David did the honors, taking a forkful and then offering it to Lucas who, expecting as much, already had his mouth open and waiting for the taste. A taste was really all he would allow himself. He would savor it, letting the sweetness sit on his tongue for a few moments before swallowing the rich, creamy goodness. It really was delicious, but even more-so with David feeding it to him.

As he swallowed the bite, finally, he caught David’s gaze. It was surprising but also reassuring, the way they’d spent almost a whole day now taking care of Troy and they’d spent the past hour actually being intimate sexually with Troy. And, still, David checked in with Lucas to make absolutely certain that what he was doing was okay. And as long as he wasn’t intending to take Troy’s temperature in their special way, Lucas wasn’t about to say no to him. So of course Lucas gave him a smile and a small nod of approval. At that, David dug the fork into the cheesecake a second time and held it out to Troy.

Troy gave a little cough and a sniff but then opened his mouth obligingly for the bite. He considered it for a moment then smiled at the taste.

“Are you like Lucas who needs to maintain his figure so he’ll only indulge in one bite?” David took a bit of cheesecake for himself, chewed, swallowed, and then slid the fork in again for another. “Or are you like me, who thinks it’s a tragedy to let a good dessert to go to waste?” He popped it into his mouth. There really wasn’t all that much more of the piece of cheesecake left by now, but as long as it wasn’t going to Lucas’ waist, he didn’t care what they did with it.

“I must be somewhere in-between.” He kissed David’s thigh and slowly ran his hand up and down it. “But I’m definitely up for a round two.” He added slyly, “Of cheesecake, of course.”

“Mmm, of course.” David handed him a fork and together they made quick work of the rest of the slice. And though Lucas didn’t want to put any more of it into his body, he did enjoy the looks on both men’s faces as they polished it off, enjoying every sweet, creamy bite to the fullest, knowing it would be finished before they wanted it to be.

There was a pang in Lucas’ stomach, as the reality of that hit home for him. The conference was nearly over. Hotel checkout was tomorrow. They would all be heading to the airport soon, Troy bound for his home in England and David and him back to the east coast to theirs. No matter what they did together or how amazing the sex was, their situation wasn’t going to change. Whatever it was that this was, it had always had an expiration date. He tried to tell himself that fact only made what they were sharing now more special, not less. But it was hard not to feel disappointed that after all this was over, he might never see Troy again.

“Wait, I…” Troy trailed off, that faraway, unfocused look in his eyes that he got when he felt a sneeze coming on.

David must have recognized it, too, as he got a tissue to Troy’s face right away.

“hehhh th-thanks heh ehhhHITTshphhhh! HEPTchhphhh!”

“God bless you, baby.”

Lucas closed his eyes for a minute as pleasure and desire shot through him, heading straight for his crotch. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this as intensely as he was. Sure, he loved watching David fuss and care. His husband was an absolute master in that department, and it was exciting to see him in action and be able to enjoy the results while not feeling sick himself. But there was something more at play here than even he’d realized. When he cast his mind back, all it seemed to want to land on was the moment when Troy had sneezed during sex.

It had been obvious David had been close to coming for a while; he knew his man far too well to have missed those signs. He must have been right there on the brink of an orgasm when Troy sneezed. But it wasn’t as though he could skip blessing him. That was David. David just had to say it, and Lucas loved that about him. That urgent way he rushed through the words and the high-pitched, desperate tone of his voice had made Lucas’ body respond automatically.

But, if he was honest with himself, there had been something more to it all. The sneeze itself had fired Lucas up, turning him on, turning him up one impossible degree hotter. It made no sense to him at all, but feeling that sudden, wet explosion against his already tingling, hypersensitive skin had been the thing to finally usher in his own orgasm. That fucking fantastic orgasm.

He and David never made love when either of them were sick. David wouldn’t feel up to it if he were the one who was sick, and he would never dream of doing anything sexual with Lucas while Lucas didn’t feel well. So Lucas had never really thought about sneezing in a sexual context before—who did, really? But the way he’d felt when that strong sneeze struck him had been undeniable. He’d been all nerve endings and heat, and that sneeze… it had been exactly what he’d wanted to feel at exactly the moment he had wanted to feel it.

And now he wanted to feel it again. Maybe not on his back this time. Maybe against his chest. Troy had sneezed into David’s chest about a hundred times last night when they were in bed, and David had blessed him about a hundred times after, but that was it. No triggering of an orgasm. David wasn’t made to respond that way. He was made to respond with a blessing and a nose wipe and a snuggle. He was made to nurse someone back to health, loving every second of it but delaying gratification until both parties felt well enough to enjoy that. David really was magical. One sneeze on his back and Lucas had been completely done in.

But for all Lucas knew, it had just been a timing thing. He probably would have orgasmed right then anyway. Maybe that incredible orgasm had more to do with the fact that he was balls-deep in David and impaled upon Troy at the same time, and that sensation of pleasure surrounding him had been too much for him to resist. Maybe it didn’t have anything at all to do with Troy’s sneeze.

If that was the case, though, why was he feeling warm at the idea of Troy sneezing on him again? Sneezing into his chest, sniffly wet nose running down over his well-defined muscles. Or sneezing on his cheek, his mouth so close to Lucas’ ear that Lucas would be able to catch every hitching breath. Or… or sneezing at his crotch, that spray bathing his hot and leaking cock.

Oh fuck. What even was this?

“Lucas?” David asked cautiously. “Are you sleepy, baby?”

Lucas opened his eyes, wondering how long he’d had them closed. Both David and Troy were looking at him, expecting an answer. He shook his head. “Nope. Only thinking.”

“About what?”

Lucas hesitated. This was a safe sharing space. Hell, they were both in a position to accommodate him in discovering what the hell was going on. But this was too new. He didn’t really understand what he felt, and there was no way he could bring himself to say it out loud just yet. Plus, he wasn’t entirely sure of what David might say about it. “I was thinking about this,” he lied, bounding forward and kissing Troy. The man tasted of cheesecake, and Lucas knew he wouldn’t be gaining any calories from this, so he felt safe to indulge. He made the kiss more passionate, his hand on Troy’s cheek. Troy leaned his head to the side, nuzzling Lucas’ hand and opening his mouth for Lucas’ tongue. The sweetness intensified.

He felt David’s hand on his back, fingertips sliding across his skin, moving this way and that. He could only assume David was touching Troy in the same way. It all felt so good… while it lasted.

Troy broke off, coughing. He cupped his hand over his mouth and turned away until the coughs subsided. Lucas stood there patiently waiting. He wiped his hand across his wet mouth. “Can I get you a cough drop? We bought, like, five different flavors.”

David put his hand on Troy’s arm, guiding him to the bed, sitting him down. He rubbed Troy’s back and got a few tissues out of the box. “Take your time, baby. Just tell us what you need.”

“S-sorry.” Troy gave one last cough and wiped his wrist at his eyes. “I’m all right.”

“Troy—“

“Really, I am. What I need is for you two to lie down on this bed so I can get a good, close look at you. What I need is to make you both come so hard you forget your own names. What I need is…” he trailed off, laughing. “Actually, that’s it. That’s all I need. So get your asses down on the bed now!”

“Thought you were the one who liked taking orders,” David said, climbing onto the bed and stretching out on his back, one leg bent, hands clasped behind his head so his elbows stuck out.

“Like I said, I’m versatile. I had to take matters into my own hands,” Troy told him. “Just couldn’t wait.”

“Mmmm.” David stretched an arm out and patted the bed beside him. “Come on, baby. Show the nice man that body I love.”

Lucas got onto the bed and crawled halfway up before flipping onto his side and stretching out. “You love it, and, yet, you tease me about not eating desserts.” He slapped his abdomen, where his rock hard abs silently made the case for themselves. Lucas grabbed a pillow and pulled it under his head, propping himself up a little on one arm. “Can’t have it both ways, baby.”

“Then I choose you however you want to be.” David smiled as he reached out to touch his husband, but Troy grabbed his wrist. “Ah!” It was more surprising than it hurt, even though Troy did twist it slightly. “What the—”

“Only I sniff get to touch you two. You don’t even get to touch yourself. Sniff!” Despite the nasal spray, Troy was sniffling quite a lot again. And despite the sniffling, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He really did seem to want to get to know their bodies, because he stretched out in-between them in bed, lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. Every so often, his hand or his cheek or his lips would make contact with a part of either his or David’s body. It was everything from drawing a finger over a knee, feeling the wrinkles and curves to kissing a stray freckle. His touch was light and his hands were constantly on the move. Lucas couldn’t predict what he would explore next, and that anticipation made him hungrier for the next bit of contact.

Just as Lucas was starting to really get into it, Troy pulled his hands back, folding them on the bed in front of him. “Now, sniff! You tell me how you like to touch each other, sniff and I’ll do it for you, yeah?”

“Oh,” Lucas breathed, understanding. “Fuck, that’s hot. Yeah, okay, I’m in.”

David pulled his hand back, clasping both behind his head again. “Lick your finger,” David ordered, and no sooner had he said it than Troy had a finger popped in his mouth, sucking wetly. “Trail it over his abs. And fucking count them as you go.”

Troy grinned. “Yes, sir.” Lucas felt himself being pushed onto his back. He tightened up, pulling his naval inward, wanting to give Troy what he was looking for. But he shivered as Troy’s wet finger touched his skin, right below his right pec. It slid smoothly over the first curve. “One.” Over the next. “Two.” Slyly tracing around this time, following the lines rather than the curves, all the way to Lucas’ naval. “Three.”

David groaned.

“That’s as far as he gets, normally,” Lucas informed Troy. “Usually by then he’s trailing his finger down this V, using it as an arrow, and taking my hard-on in his hand or his mouth.” Lucas winked. “I’m a better treat than cheesecake.”

“Damn right, you are,” David exhaled, his arms twitching as they wanted to reach out to his lover and touch him.

“Mmm,” Troy agreed, taking his time examining Lucas’ cut cock. “Can’t say I blame him. Sniff! But me? I follow orders, yeah?” He stuck his finger back in his mouth, pulled it out ever so slowly, and then placed it on Lucas’ lower abdomen. It slid up and down over the hard muscle. “Four.”

Lucas threw his head back, arching his back a little, putting himself on full display.

“Five.” His finger hesitated, sliding against the skin. Then it move upward just enough to count. “Six,” he finished.

David let out the deep breath he’d been holding.

“I’ll take that as approval.” He slid his finger down again, stopping torturously short of Lucas’ curlies before pulling his hand back. “Your turn. How would you touch David now, if you could?”

“I would…” He turned his head, drawing his eyes down David’s body and then up again. There were far too many options. But he couldn’t deny the excitement in getting to choose. With a deep breath of his own, Lucas just went with his instincts. “I would run my hand up and down his thigh.”

“Damn you, Lucas Green!”

Troy narrowed his eyes. “Are you all right, David?”

David nodded. “Yeah. That’s exactly what he’d do. He knows how it drives me absolutely crazy to have his hand so close, so heavy on my thigh but not even brushing against my dick.”

“Like this?” Troy rested his hand on David’s thigh and slid it down to his knee then up again, ever so slowly, along the inside of his thigh. But just as he got close, he slid his hand to the other side. David moaned and his arms trembled and thighs tensed. “Guess that answers the question.” He stroked David’s thigh, running his hand up and down but ending up going higher each time. Lucas brought his fist to his mouth, biting his thumb to keep from reaching over. He loved the feel of David’s leg hair against his palm, the way his body felt warmer the closer his hand got to David’s crotch, the way David literally shook with anticipation. The sensations were so vivid, so real, it was almost like he could feel them against his hand, even though he was only watching Troy’s hand do all the work.

As always, David tried to roll a little, tried to angle his dick at just the right moment to make contact with the back or the side of Troy’s hand. But Troy’s reflexes were too good—better than Lucas’. He moved away as if anticipating the move and pretended he didn’t see.

He moved his hand all the way up to David’s waist, spreading his fingers out, his thumb coming so close to touching David’s cock. He waited for that gasp and heard it almost simultaneously from both men before he pulled his hand back entirely, smiling. He folded his legs under himself, kneeling on the bed, looking down at David and Lucas, their bodies begging eagerly for attention. Instead of touching, however, Troy spoke. “Do you know what the best thing about this arrangement is?”

David shook his head.

“No, what?” Lucas asked.

Troy held up his hands. “I have two hands. Sniff! And there just so happen to be two of you. Nice how that works out, isn’t it? Sniff! SNIFF!”

“Nipples,” Lucas breathed at once.

At nearly the same moment, David said, “Neck.”

And that was how Troy ended up lying on the bed again, his tongue lapping at Lucas’ Adam’s apple, one hand stroking the back of Lucas’ neck while the other tweezed and tugged at David’s nipples. Each time one of them made a move to touch Troy in return, Troy pulled back from both of them. He waited for them to relax and give him free reign again before he would continue.

After giving quite a bit of attention to those portions of their bodies, Troy was instructed to concentrate his efforts on Lucas’ balls, fingering, caressing, pulling, stroking, fondling. He rolled them around in his hand, enjoying their weight and size and their sweaty heat. But on Lucas’ command, he concentrated kisses and nibbles at the same time below David’s ear. His teeth tugged at David’s earlobe and nibbled at the tender spot behind his ear. David wriggled and gasped at the sensation, which only made Lucas more turned on. He’d never thought he could be so hot from not touching his lover.

When Troy pulled back yet again, David moaned with need and Lucas put his hands up. “It wasn’t me this time, I swear it!”

Troy shook his head. “No, I… I… heh!”

Lucas’ already warm body tingled fiercely at the sight of Troy about to sneeze. He bit the inside of his cheek before he could beg out loud for Troy to sneeze on him, but he watched intently as Troy’s nostrils flared and chest rose and face fell.

David sat up, lunging forward with tissues just in time to catch most of the first and all of the second and third.

“HAHTchhphh! hehhIHDDshphhhh! hehhPTchhphhhhhhh! Uh…”

David switched out the tissues. “God bless you, baby. Now blow for me.”

Troy did, not bothering to open his eyes at all. He blew gently so as not to hurt his ears but for a long time, until his nose felt better and as dry as it could under the circumstances.

“Again?” David asked, another handful of tissues at Troy’s nose.

“I think that’s enough. I, ah…” There was a red flush in his cheeks that both men saw.

But it was Lucas who was the first to ignore it. Lucas reached for the nearest bottle of lube. “Hold out your hands, man.” He squirted liberal amounts on both of Troy’s palms. “David’s got your nose if you’ve got our dicks.”

It seemed like a fair deal, especially for Lucas, who technically didn’t need to do anything but lie there and enjoy being jerked off. But it was much easier said than done. It was hard to not touch Troy or David or even himself. It was hard to put the fate of his orgasm entirely in one man’s hand, knowing that man could stop at any moment when he felt another sneeze coming on.

But, damn it, that possibility only made Lucas harder. There was no denying what he felt now. And though he didn’t fully understand it, that didn’t stop him from longing for it. Even as Troy’s hand pumped him fast, Lucas’ eyes were locked on his face, hoping for just one more sneeze.

He glanced over at his husband once, but just once, seeing David just as acutely attuned to Troy’s breaths and facial expression. He knew David was taking in every second of this, yearning for him to sneeze just as much so he could do his bit and bless him. This whole thing was beyond perfect, beyond magical. Lucas just hoped he lasted long enough to enjoy it.

The pressure was building in him, his body begging for blessed release. Every pull on his cock inched him that much further to the edge. Troy’s grip was tight and strong, like gripping that barbell the very first time they’d met. But Troy’s hand slid along it so smoothly and so quickly the motion practically blurred before Lucas’ eyes.

“huh… shite...” And there it was. Lucas’ breath caught just like Troy’s did.

David reached up, tissues in hand. And the second he had them pressed to Troy’s face, David completely lost himself. He cried out, arching his back, coming as Troy sneezed into the tissues for him.

“huh-EHHShhhphhh!”

“God… God!” David tried to squeeze a bless you out. But he was too caught up in the orgasm, his body shuddering with pleasure. Lucas thought it was insanely hot how he was trying so hard.

But hotter yet was the way Troy’s body jerked forward with another sneeze. “hah-HIXXXshhooo!” He managed to turn his head to sneeze to the side, over his shoulder. But he turned in the right direction and Lucas still got a full view of the uncovered sneeze. And, more importantly, he felt the man’s body snap forward, hand jerking upward on Lucas’ cock with enough friction to make Lucas practically explode. But Lucas moaned, feeling his climax nearly there, just out of reach.

“Troy, please!” he called out, needing permission to touch himself now if Troy couldn’t any more.

“God bless you, baby,” David finally managed, weakly.

Troy sniffed and seemed to collect himself again. Quickly, he leaned over, pumping his fist on Lucas’ dick almost feverishly. He dragged his tongue against Lucas’ thigh and then his balls, preparing to fondle them at the same time. The sensation was intense, but one more sniff out of him and Lucas was officially done for. Troy didn’t even have to sneeze on him; it was the mere fantasy that he might which finally set Lucas off.

“Sniff!”

He practically erupted in Troy’s face, but Troy stayed where he was and kept on pumping him until Lucas was completely spent.

Lucas closed his eyes, concentrating on his own breathing again, as if he were at risk of another asthma attack. In. Out. The pangs of pleasure lingered, his whole body overly stimulated with bliss. He was actually glad when Troy pulled back, breaking contact with him. Slowly, Lucas felt his heartrate drop back down to normal, but the warm, tingles of his release remained within him.

When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Troy wrap his leg around David’s thigh. David slid an arm around him, pulling him close, and clamped tissues to his face for him.

“heh-EHTKkphhhh!” His body immediately jerked against David’s, and Lucas felt jealousy stab at him for the first time since all of this with Troy had begun. He wasn’t sure his ass could take another pounding tonight, and he knew he wouldn’t be hard again for some time. But he did know what he could do to help. He slid down the bed, rolled onto his side, grabbed the man’s ass cheeks, and lapped his tongue against the hole. Troy stiffened at the initial surprise then relaxed. And then he sneezed again. “hah-IHDDshhphhhh!” And again. “Hehhh HEHURRshphhh!”

“God bless you, baby.”

David was on top of every sneeze now, tissue box close at hand. He rubbed his other hand up and down Troy’s back comfortingly as Troy thrust desperately against his thigh. On the other side of things, Lucas still couldn’t get enough of the way Troy’s body moved when he sneezed, the involuntary way it rocked and jerked so violently from the force of each sneeze. Once he got a sense for the movement, carrying on with the rim job was no problem at all.

Soft grunts caught Lucas’ ear, peppered by the occasional sniffle. Lucas put the last of his energy into his work, flicking and darting with his tongue one moment then slurping wetly the next. The grunts grew louder and more frequent until they crescendoed into a massive groan. Troy’s body shook with its release, and both David and Lucas clung to him, wanting to make sure to provide whatever he needed as he enjoyed and then came down from his release.

When he was satisfied, Troy reached back and felt for Lucas’ head, motioning for Lucas to move. Lucas rolled and Troy rolled and everyone breathed deeply with contentment.

“That was absolutely unreal,” Lucas said, reaching across Troy for the tissues so he could clean up a bit. “Loved every second of it.”

“I don’t know about every second exactly, but it sure was something amazing that I’ll never forget.” David scrubbed his hand over his face and then dragging it through his sweat-soaked hair.

A silence fell upon them, where they could only hear each other breathing. And Troy sniffing. That was quiet but impossible to miss.

“David?” Troy finally spoke up, his voice soft, meek. “Do you think we could all head to my room now? I, uh… Sniff! Sniff! I guess I’m not feeling so good again.”

Lucas knew the expression on his man’s face, having caused it numerous times before. David was holding back both worry and an ‘I told you so.’ He stroked the back of Troy’s head, using that motion to calm himself more than Troy, before answering in a careful, calm voice. “Of course, baby. Just give us a minute to gather everything up, all right?”

And by ‘us’ David obviously meant ‘Lucas,’ because it was clear David had no intention of breaking the cuddle hold he had on the man let alone move out of range where he wouldn’t be able to hold tissues to his nose.

This was something Lucas had never witnessed either, as they never made love unless David was absolutely certain that Lucas was well. Lucas had never relapsed like this after sex, had never seen David move so quickly from arousal of one sort back into his care-giving mode with arousal of another sort.

It felt strange bustling around the room completely naked. So only after throwing on the boxers he intended to sleep in and then pulling jeans on over that did Lucas start following the directive he’d been given.

Lucas grabbed a duffle bag and packed it full of the clothes he and David would wear tomorrow. In went the toothbrushes and mouth rinse, deodorant, shaving kit, and his conference badge in case he wanted to go there straightaway in the morning. He gathered up everything else in the plastic shopping bags—starting with the Mucinex and the nasal spray so that they couldn’t accidentally leave those behind. The supplies they’d bought the day before were already running a little low on some things, it seemed. With a glance back at the bed, he saw Troy with his head on David’s chest and David’s arm wrapped around him. David’s other hand was wiping at Troy’s nose. They were settled and comfortable and surely wouldn’t notice if Lucas took a little extra time getting things together. So he pulled out his phone and made another online order for delivery. He got it in with what looked like about five minutes to spare before delivery orders were being cut off for the night. If Troy had taken any longer to admit he wasn’t feeling well, Lucas might not have gotten the order in on time. And this was definitely more convenient than taking a Lyft to the store and back.

“All packed!” he declared, slinging the duffle over his shoulder.

David looked up at him, gratefully. “Did you get the Mucinex?”

Lucas tapped the white plastic grocery bag. “First thing I packed.”

“And the blister pack of pills is definitely in the box?”

Lucas froze. He hadn’t thought to check that. Quickly he dug the box out and, yes, the blister pack of pills was there, right where it was supposed to be. He made sure to put the medicine back in the bag, tucked in so that there was no way it could fall out. “They’re there,” he confirmed.

By then, David had eased Troy up and pulled Lucas’ navy running club sweatshirt back over his head. Lucas hunted around, finally finding David’s shorts under one of the chairs.

David took them but looked down at himself and shook his head. Running his hand over his abdomen, David decided “I need a quick shower.” He lowered the tissues from Troy’s nose and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “I’m afraid there won’t be much time for steam to build up, but if you think a little will help your congestion, you’re welcome to join me. Otherwise, Lucas will keep you company.”

Troy sniffed. He glanced at the bathroom then back at the tissue box. “I’ll be all right here.”

David got up from the bed and kissed Troy’s forehead. “Call if you need me.”

As soon as David was up, Lucas took his place, sitting on the edge of the bed with his side pressed up against Troy’s side. He slid his arm across Troy’s back. “Are you okay holding your own tissues, man, or do you want me to…”

Troy laughed. “It’s nice when David does it for me. But I’m definitely capable of blowing my own nose.”

“Good. Because I’m not nearly as—”

Just then, Troy tensed up so Lucas trailed off. “eh-hehhhh Ehh-IHJJshhhphhh!”

Lucas’ mouth went dry and his breath caught in his chest. He knew he had to offer a blessing; the guy expected as much now. But he didn’t trust his voice to sound normal. Feeling Troy’s body move beside his, giving into the sneeze with such helplessness, made Lucas go hot all over. He’d been experienced in pushing down his reactions; he’d played team sports all through high school and college, and he’d learned quickly that even after a win, the locker room was no place for wood. But this was a new reaction, one he didn’t understand yet, one he definitely didn’t know how to control. So he grabbed the closest pillow and held it against his chest, covering his lap as well. Squeezing it tightly allowed him the outlet he needed to systematically relax and slow his breathing. Far too late, but better than never, he said a quiet, “Bless you.”

Troy bobbed his head in appreciation as he took another deep breath and blew his nose. It looked like a lot more effort than he wanted to give, and he kept his eyes closed from the beginning of the sneeze through the end of the blow and wipe. He took a deep, snuffly breath when he was done and finally opened his eyes again.

“Regretting round two?”

Troy shook his head. “No chance. That was brilliant. But I had no idea I’d go downhill so fast. Sniff! SNIFF! Ugh…” He blew his nose again, pitched the tissues toward the small trash can, and took two more from the nearly depleted box. “I do regret being so sneezy during it.”

“Don’t.” The word was out before he could stop it. He just couldn’t let Troy feel bad for any second of that miraculous performance. The pleasure Lucas had taken in all parts of it had been unexpected but welcome. Not to mention so fucking hot. “I…” His breath raced and chest tightened and he cast his gaze toward his bag where his inhaler sat in case having a mild panic attack about a brand new sexual fetish this strange somehow triggered another asthma attack. He knew embarrassment well, and he wanted to make damn sure Troy knew he shouldn’t be embarrassed about any of what had happened tonight. “I… kinda liked it.” Fuck it. He might as well just come right out and say it. “I kinda loved it, actually.”

“Oh.” Troy was quiet for a moment. He didn’t even sniffle during the silence this time. Finally, he broke it with, “Does David know?”

Lucas shook his head. “I didn’t even know until you sneezed on my back tonight. I really thought you were about to come, and I was so into it, expecting it, and instead I felt this other sensation, your sneeze and, fuck… you’ve no idea how hot it made me.”

Troy transferred this bunch of tissues from one hand to the other. He laid his palm upon Lucas’ thigh and nudged the pillow out of the way as he slid his hand over to Lucas’ crotch. His fingers traced around Lucas’ hardness through his jeans. Then his fingers splayed out, his hand covering as much area as it could, applying pressure. Lucas sucked in a breath and let it out in a soft groan that came from somewhere deep in his chest. “Think I’ve got some idea.”

Lucas heard the shower shut off, and his head whipped around, expecting David to be standing there, staring, judging, not understanding why Lucas was suddenly turned on by something he associated with suffering and discomfort. But, of course, David wasn’t out of the bathroom so quickly. He’d be back in a minute, though.

“uhh!” Troy leaned over, getting the angle just right. “h’HERXshooo!”

Lucas nearly came in his pants. Trembling, he turned his head back to look at Troy. Troy lifted a hand to his nose, scrubbing two fingers back and forth under his nose and wearing a self-satisfied smile at the fact that he’d just sneezed on Lucas’ crotch. “Just sniff something for you to remember me by sniff in case you need some wanking material some time and there isn’t a football game on.”

Lucas wasn’t going to pretend to understand the bit about football, but he sure as hell understood the rest. ”Thank you,” he whispered. “And bless you.”

The bathroom door opened and the fan inside was switched off. Lucas pulled the pillow back into place, hugging it to himself but feeling his straining erection pressing up against it. The friction was delightful. This wasn’t really much of a solution.

David walked over, smelling of hotel soap and Head & Shoulders shampoo. He bent forward at the waist, laying a hand on Troy’s knee. “Still doing all right?” Troy sniffed but nodded. “That’s good. We’ll get you right over to bed now. And…” He looked over at Lucas and quirked an eyebrow. “What are you, fourteen all of a sudden? I’m your husband, not your mother. You don’t have to hide your erection behind a pillow, baby. There’s no shame in your body wanting a round three… believe me.”

And suddenly Lucas got the feeling that maybe cleaning off his chest wasn’t the only thing David had done in the shower.

“Hehhh-I-I-hahhh hahh-haveta...” Appreciating the warning, Lucas tossed the pillow aside and jumped to his feet. “hehhpIHHHshhphhh!” Troy sneezed into his tissues again. Without the physical contact, the sneeze didn’t get to Lucas in quite the same way, though his hard-on was certainly still hard.

“God bless you, baby.” Troy tilted his head as David caressed his cheek.

“I need to go downstairs for a minute,” Lucas said, never gladder to speak the truth. One more second here and he really might cream his jeans like a young teenager with an out of control labido. He needed some air and some exercise and some distance to calm himself down. Otherwise, he’d never fall asleep tonight.

David gave him a small frown. “You’re not going to go work out again, are you?”

“No, mom,” he answered pointedly.

“That’s a fair call.” He curled a finger, beckoning Lucas over. Lucas obeyed instinctively, neither mind nor body hesitating for an instant. Despite needing a little space, he always needed a kiss from David more. They kissed, not with a quick peck or something intensely passionate, but with something in-between that was full of reassurance and support and pure, utter enjoyment. When it ended, and their lips broke contact, it almost still felt to Lucas like they were still in that kiss, like they would always be in that kiss. “Do you have the other keycard to Troy’s room still?”

“Yup.”

“All right. I’ll see you there then.”

“I’ll just be a few minutes. I promise.”

“And either take the elevator or take your inhaler.”

He would have made a face at that comment if he hadn’t had an attack earlier that day. “Elevator it is. And I’ve got my phone. Shit! The chargers. I forgot to pack them.”

“I’ll get them.” David kissed his cheek again and put an arm around him, pulling him into a hug. “I love you.”

Lucas took a deep breath, feeling all his worry slip far, far away. Maybe David wouldn’t understand, but he’d still accept Lucas and still love him. Lucas was certain of that. “Love you, too, baby.” With a quick goodbye peck and a wave in Troy’s direction, he left the room. He might have liked to have given Troy a goodbye kiss as well, but the man had been struggling with another sneeze, pinching his nose through the tissues, eyes fluttering closed, and Lucas wasn’t sure he could survive being sneezed on mid-kiss. He might actually explode.

He took the elevator down, reaching the lobby just as a deliveryman came in with two bags in hand Lucas raised his hand, indicating they were his and jogged over to show his ID and claim them. Seeing everything fit into two bags made him feel like maybe he hadn’t ordered enough. But he hadn’t had a lot of time to really think about it. If nothing else, this would last them until the grocery store opened up delivery service again in the morning.

The first word Lucas heard upon entering the hotel room was “Fuck!” and this time it wasn’t the fun sort.

He let the door shut behind him and set the keycard down on the counter by the door. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

At the same time, Troy asked “What’s wrong?”

“We’re running low on tissues. The housekeeper left an extra blanket and pillow but no extra tissue boxes anywhere. I thought maybe the box was left in the bathroom, but no such luck. I even left a giant tip. Do you think they know you stole that box from their closet, Lucas?”

“Don’t know, but it doesn’t matter.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a box of extra soft Kleenex with lotion. He tossed it over to David who stared at it as if he’d never expected to be holding something so wonderful.

“Where did you… when did you…”

“You can’t possibly have thought I was going for another workout tonight.”

David cocked his head and looked at Lucas with that same gaze of wonder and awe. “Troy,” he said, ripping the cardboard tab off the top of the box. “You’re lucky I’m married to the most amazing man in the world.”

Troy’s distant expression and slack jaw showed he didn’t think he was all that lucky at this particular moment in time. Troy had a couple tissues bunched in his hand already, but David pulled a thick Kleenex out of the new box and held it to Troy’s face for him instead. Troy’s brow furrowed at the new sensation. David said something soft and comforting to Troy that Lucas couldn’t make out from across the room. Then Troy tensed up and snapped forward. “hehh-ERSHhhphhhh!” His eyebrows rose and he nuzzled his face into the tissues.

Lucas went weak at the look of pleasure on his husband’s face. Sure, it must feel good to Troy, and that was of course the whole reason Lucas had bought that box. But David seemed blissed out again, thrilled to be able to offer something that did not hurt and only helped. Lucas felt pleased with himself as well. Even from across the room he could tell how much better Troy felt with these.

“Oh cough ohh yeah.” Troy nuzzled more. “I thidk I gotta blow by dose.”

“I think you’d better. You’re getting stuffed-up again from all these sneezes.”

Troy took a deep breath and blew into the tissue, emptying his nose, pausing only as David switched tissues before resuming again.

As Troy attempted to clear his nose, Lucas unpacked the new purchases. There were two more boxes of tissues—one with lotion and one without that was still of the extra soft and gentle variety. Just as David had known it would, Troy’s nose was pretty red around the nostrils and below. It probably felt sore and raw—or had before these tissues entered the picture. Lucas had also ordered a proper-sized box of extra strength Mucinex that would last far longer than the small emergency-sized one from the hotel shop. He had also bought a pack of kitchen trash bags, as these little hotel room trash cans were simply not big enough for what was generated by three men, one of them suffering from a sneezy head cold.

“Do you want to try to get some sleep, baby?” David asked, sitting down on the bed and rubbing his hand in circles upon Troy’s back.

Troy coughed and shrugged, like he doubted he would be able to sleep in this condition.

“How about some more of that soothing tea?”

Troy shrugged again.

“How about a massage?” David and Troy both looked over at him. “I give pretty good ones thanks to the useful physical therapy course I took in college. I mean, they’re not as good as my blowjobs, but David’s never complained about one.”

Troy hesitated then nodded. They shuffled around again, like a game of musical chairs without the music or the chairs. They ended up with David sitting back against the pillows and headboard of the bed, Troy stretched out lengthwise across the bed on his chest with the sweatshirt off and his head resting in David’s lap, and Lucas sitting beside Troy with his legs folded beneath him. Naturally, David manned the tissue box.

“Just give me the word if I press too hard or do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Lucas said as he laid his rubbed his palms together to make sure they were warm then laid them upon Troy’s back. Troy’s breath caught and he tensed up for just a second. Then he relaxed, getting used to the pressure.

Lucas started at the shoulders, squeezing and then working his thumbs into the base of Troy’s neck, drawing them outward. As he worked the area, he could feel Troy loosening up, relaxing, though it only lasted for a minute.

“hehhh… hehh-HERshhphhh! hihhERKshhphhhh!” He gave a soft blow into the tissues then David gently wiped any wetness away. “These tissues are bloody fantastic. They feel so good against my nose. Doesn’t make sneezing feel so bad.”

Lucas’ hands trembled slightly at the comment. Feeling Troy’s body jerk from the force of the sneeze made him think about that one when Troy had been balls-deep inside him… and it made him think of their intimate conversation. But if David noticed his hard-on this time, he didn’t say anything about it. So Lucas divided his efforts between the massage and trying to calm his own urges. It was easier to convince himself to relax by trying to get Troy to, but the happy sounds of tiny grunts or moans Troy made when Lucas’ hands hit an especially tight spot and kneaded the tension out had Lucas right back in trouble again.

It was moments like this when he understood David’s care-giving fetish, when making someone who was miserable feel good again was maybe the best feeling in the world. He worked his hands down, up, and back down again, varying techniques but keeping the pressure steady. Lucas wasn’t sure when to stop; usually David gave him some sort of signal when he had had enough. That usually consisted of David flipping himself over, pulling Lucas down to him, and kissing him. He didn’t expect that sort of sign from Troy at the moment.

In fact, Troy seemed to be incapable of consciously giving any sign at all. Instead, he gave a soft, stuffy snore. Lucas looked over at David, who nodded both in confirmation and approval. David’s smile told him he had done well in helping Troy fall asleep.

But now the other two men were stuck, not daring to move in case they woke him. It was all right for David, but Lucas still sat on his lower legs, which were already starting to fall asleep. And any shifting to get them out from under himself surely would rock the bed or jostle Troy so he might wake. He caught David’s eye and mouthed, ‘I can’t move. I don’t want to wake him up.’ David nodded back at him, understanding the problem. ‘I wish I could give you a massage also.’

David smiled and put a hand to his heart. ‘Love your touch.’

Lucas remembered how David had wanted to hold both of them in bed now, and he longed to be able to stretch out beside his husband with David’s arm around him. But now he couldn’t move. And he wondered what would happen first, losing all circulation in his legs and falling asleep sitting up or giving up entirely and risking accidentally waking Troy.

As it so happened, he did not need to find out. Troy gave a start, waking himself up with coughs and snuffles and a clear need to blow his nose immediately if he was going to breathe freely again. David, of course, helped him out. Lucas stroked the back of his neck as Troy blew his nose, reassuring him that he was all right. He knew from experience that waking up with breathing issues felt disconcerting and a little scary. He stayed at Troy’s side until the man calmed again and the worst of the congestion was out. “Sorry I fell asleep,” Troy turned as well as he could toward Lucas. “It really was a great… a great massage.” Lucas watched Troy’s nose twitch a little, and he felt excitement build in his belly at the idea of another sneeze coming on.

But then David cupped a tissue to Troy’s nose, hiding it from sight and containing the sneeze that quickly followed. “hehhHXXXchhphhh!”

“God bless you, baby.”

“Th-thags ehh ehhhh ehhURSHHshphhhh! HEHKshhphhh!” He blew his nose a few times before he was able to relax again. “How long until I can take more of that medicine?” Troy asked.

“Not long now,” David told him.

Confused, Lucas looked at his Fitbit, which told him it wasn’t even midnight yet. “David…”

David ignored him on purpose. “Even if I fall asleep, I’ve set an alarm for two in the morning. I want to make sure you get your dose on time no matter what.”

Lucas got up off the bed and pulled his leg back, balancing on the other leg and using his core muscles to stabilize. Then he switched legs, holding the stretch long enough to feel it in his quads. Back on both feet again, he wiggled his toes and flexed at the ankles to make sure he was getting the proper circulation back. Then he stripped off his shirt and climbed out of his jeans. When he got back onto the bed, he was wearing nothing but his underwear and was feeling excited but also a little hesitant. “Where do you want me?” he asked both men, who already looked comfortable enough together.

Troy stated to answer, stopped, and then began again. “Really up to you, mate. Would you rather hold me from behind again or stretch out in front of me? I’ll warn you, though…” He rubbed his fingers under his nose, sniffing hard. “If you’re in front of me, I might sneeze on you.”

The way his heart sped up at those words took Lucas off guard. In no way was this supposed to be so arousing. But, at the moment, Lucas was hard pressed to think of something that turned him on more than lying in his husband’s arms and having Troy’s sneeze mist his bare chest. “In front it is, then.” He had promised David, after all, that David would be able to hold and cuddle him.

So he moved aside as David slid down and readjusted the pillows. Then he held out his arms to both men, who moved in close on both sides. Lucas reached an arm over David’s middle, laying it on Troy’s upper arm. And he bent his right leg at the knee, resting it on David’s thigh to press himself in close. Feeling David’s arm around him was the most reassuring sensation he could imagine, and he closed his eyes for a few moments, just soaking up the closeness and warmth.

It wasn't long before Troy needed to sneeze again. Lucas could see it in his expression, in the way his nostrils flared and brow furrowed. But the little gasp of breath that was so usual for him wasn’t there. If you weren’t looking right at him the way Lucas was, you might not notice the sneeze was coming. And, suddenly, Lucas realized he was doing this on purpose. He was doing this so David wouldn’t notice and cover the sneeze for him. He was doing this specifically for Lucas’ benefit. He pursed his lips, holding in another gasp. Lucas’ heart raced, and he trembled with anticipation.

“hahhtCHIIHshhhhhh!” Lucas felt the spray against his face and neck and chest. He pulled back a little, instinctively, with a gasp. But he wasn’t complaining as the tingles ran through him. Oh fuck, this really was a kink, wasn’t it? He would happily lie here like this forever, if he could. The only problem was that David was going to feel his cock harden any second now.

“God bless you, baby!” David swooped in with a tissue, wiping Troy’s nose. “Are you all right? Do you need a tissue too?” he asked Lucas.

Lucas shook his head, sure that David’s care with the tissues Lucas had provided would be enough to make him go hard against David’s thigh. “Ah, maybe I should be behind Troy after all.” This really wasn’t something he intended to keep hidden from his husband forever. He just wanted a chance to come to terms with it himself first. And he wanted to actually fall asleep tonight rather than get sneezed on so much he had no choice really but to grind against David’s leg, desperate for another release.

“Yeah, sniff, sniff. All right with me, mate.”

So Lucas rolled off the bed on one side and got in again on the other. He scooted up against Troy’s back and draped his arm around him loosely.

“Weak, man,” said Troy. “Uh-uh. If you’re going to spoon me, I want you to really spoon me. No big spoon has such a light touch.”

And so Lucas tightened his hold. His arm tense and firm against Troy’s chest. He often fell asleep holding David like this, but he didn’t often have to worry about going from half-hard to a full hardon.

“Hehhh!” Lucas and Troy both tensed up, but for different reasons that actually weren’t so different at all. “hehhhh hehhIHSHhhhphhh!” he sneezed into the soft bunch of tissues David held ready for him.

“God bless you, baby,” David said.

Lucas, on the other hand, whimpered. The motion had been so good. As Troy pitched forward with a sneeze, his rear end pressed right into Lucas’ crotch. And the movement made his cock ache with desire to slide into the man.

“Baby?” David put his hand on Lucas’ head, smoothing down his hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Fuck.” Lucas was unable to lie to his husband. He was angry at himself and at his body for allowing this reaction. Knowing he simply could not go on like this, Lucas pulled back. “I think… I need a shower.”

He started to move aside to get up and off the bed, but Troy pushed up from the bed and stretched his arm out. “Doe. Sniff! I’b feeling really stuffed ub agaid. I thidk I’b the ode who deeds the shower.” He did not say anything else, but his gaze met Lucas’, and Lucas knew what was left unsaid: Troy needed a hot, steamy shower and Lucas needed to talk to David alone.

Troy crawled off the bed, and only made it a few steps away before needing to sneeze again. “Hihh-IHShhhh!”

“God bless you, baby,” said David, not letting his confusion hinder his natural response. “Are you sure you’ll be all right and don’t want one of us to go with you?”

Troy nodded. “I’b all right. Just codgested frob the sdeezing. But I’ll call if I deed helb.” He sniffed a few times, coughed, and headed toward the bathroom. As he reached the door, however, he turned back. He looked at David then at Lucas. Then he rubbed at his nose as a smile spread across his face. “I wadt to give you sobe advice I tell by cliedts. It’s absolutely all right to idulge odce id a while if you are built to boudce back add willidg to do the work.”

Lucas understood. Boy, did he ever understand. But he saw David’s hand tremble a little. Talking to David right now wasn’t going to be easy, but he knew he had to. When all this was over, they would still be husbands. They would still share a house and a bed and everything that mattered. He knew they were strong enough to withstand this. And though he was a little afraid of David’s reaction, he wasn’t afraid to work hard for what he wanted. He wanted them.

In silence, they watched Troy go, shutting the bathroom door behind him. A minute later, the shower began to run. They still hadn’t said a word to each other. Lucas was searching for the right ones and David was sitting with his arms hugging his torso. Lucas reached out to him then pulled his hand back again, not sure that touching was the best idea either. He was worked up, on edge, and David was worried.

“David…” he tried his best to begin.

But now that the silence was broken, David immediately cut him off. “What the hell is going on?”

Lucas looked down at the hotel bedspread beneath them and kept his eyes focused on a spot between them. “I love you and everything we have together. I don’t want that to change. But I have to be honest with you about something… unexpected… that I felt tonight… and I don’t know what it means. I need to talk to you about it, because I think I need your help.”