Chapter One
“I want to move back to my apartment.”
Cris Sable fumbled the bowl he was putting into
the dishwasher. It slipped from his fingers and cracked against another bowl
he’d already lined up in the top rack. Instead of checking to see if he’d
broken one of Chet’s dishes, he turned to look at the man who’d uttered the unexpected
statement.
One of his boyfriends, Jake Bowden, watched him
from the other side of the kitchen island, his brown eyes wide with a
combination of apprehension and determination.
“You what?” Cris said, even though he’d heard Jake
clearly the first time.
Jake chewed on his bottom lip, then took a breath.
“I want to move back to Benny’s apartment. I mean, the whole reason Chet
brought me here was so you guys could help me with my bipolar, and it’s been a
month, so….” His determination bled away, leaving only fear. “Are you mad?”
“Of course not.” Cris wiped his hands on a towel,
then circled the island to stand by Jake. He dwarfed the younger man by six
inches and lots of muscle, but something about Jake’s big heart made Cris feel
very small sometimes. “Chet never put a time limit on you living here.”
“I know, but I feel like I’m taking advantage by
staying now that I’m making progress. Plus I…I need to know I can do this on my
own.”
Cris had no counter-argument for that. He
understood Jake’s need to be independent again, after leaning on Cris and Chet
for the better part of five weeks. Jake’s bipolar disorder was being managed with
medication and weekly therapy sessions. He’d gone back to work go-go dancing at
a gay bar named Big Dick’s. And he was easing into the complications of being
part of a three-man relationship.
All three of them were, both in and out of the
bedroom. Jake was still dealing with the side effects of his medications, and
he was extremely sensitive about his temporary erectile dysfunction, so
physical affection between the three of them had remained limited to blow jobs
and rubbing off.
Jake moving out of the house and back into his
shared apartment was an empowering move for him. Intellectually, Cris
understood that. His heart hated the idea of Jake being a fifteen minute drive away.
“I think moving out is very brave,” Cris said. “Selfishly, I don’t want you to
go, because I like waking up with you every morning, but I do understand why
you want to do this.”
Jake visibly relaxed, then leaned into Cris’s
broad chest. Cris looped both arms around Jake’s waist, absorbing the heat of
his boyfriend’s lean body. “Thank you,” Jake said. “I like sleeping and waking
up with you guys, too, but this is something I really need to do.”
“I know.” He rested his chin on the top of Jake’s
head. “On the plus side, you’ll be close to work again.”
“Very true. I think I use your car more than you
do.” Jake’s apartment was only a seven block walk to the club, versus Chet’s
house in the suburbs, which required a car ride across the river to get back
and forth. Jake had never owned a car, so he usually borrowed Cris’s.
Being a programmer meant Cris could work anywhere,
as long as he had his laptop and earbuds. The car was simply a relic from his
old life that he’d never managed to part with. He’d drive it until it died.
“Have you called Benny about moving back?” Cris
asked.
“Not yet, but I paid him my share of the rent on
the first, so the room’s still mine.”
“Do you know when you want to leave?”
Jake huffed. “I don’t want to leave, but I do
think this is the right call. I’ve thought about it for a while, and I even
talked to Dr. Englade about it, so this isn’t the same kind of impulsive, dumb
decision I used to make.”
Cris loved that Jake had consulted his therapist
and put thought into the matter, but he also couldn’t resist teasing him. “Impulsive,
huh? Like pretending to steal my wallet after the first night we had sex,
because you were so attracted to me it scared you into pushing me away?”
“You’re never letting me live that down, are you?”
“Honey, I will tell that story to our
grandchildren.”
Jake stiffened in his arms; Cris realized what
he’d said and how it probably sounded.
“Metaphorical grandchildren,” Cris amended.
Damage done. Jake wiggled out of his arms,
uncertainty etched all over his face. “Do you want kids?”
Okay, this was not a conversation Cris was prepared
to have on a Thursday morning. “I’m not against the idea of kids, but I’ve
never sat down and dreamed of a life with them in it. Maybe a little bit when I
first started dating Lily, but not since.”
Lily had been the first person he’d dated who’d
completely accepted his bisexuality, and Cris had fallen in love quickly.
Loving her had been the best six months of his life—until he confessed to his former
side job filming gay porn. He hadn’t filmed a scene since they became
exclusive, but she had still freaked, refused any explanation, and left him
heartbroken. He’d dealt with his own bout of depression after that, quitting
porn completely, shutting out everyone except his best friend Taro Ichikawa.
Taro had pulled him out of it, and Cris had
returned to porn again for two more years, before officially resigning a few
weeks ago. Cris never would have been able to date Chet while Chet was still
his boss. They planned to film Cris’s official retirement video for the website
this weekend.
“Besides,” Cris said, “there are still too many
religious nutjobs who froth at the mouth over gay couples adopting kids. I can
only imagine the epic freak-out of a threesome wanting to adopt.”
“True.”
Cris didn’t want to talk about this anymore. He
never should have made the dumb joke about grandkids, so he redirected to
Jake’s announcement. “Have you told Chet about you leaving yet? Or did you use
me as a sounding board?”
Jake crossed his arms and leaned against the
island. “I wanted to tell you first. I kind of feel like Chet’s going to follow
your lead, and you’re being super chill about this.”
“That’s because I love you, and I want you to be
happy. If moving out for a while is what you need, I’ll support it. It’s what
boyfriends do. As long as Benny doesn’t mind sleepovers once in a while.”
“I doubt he’ll care.” Jake’s dark eyes went wide.
“Fuck, what if Chet wants to stay over? Wouldn’t that be weird? I mean, the
only person who knows we’re all dating is Dell.”
Dell Greenwood was Chet’s nephew, as well as his director
of photography for the porn studio in the basement. The only reason Dell was in
on the secret was because he lived at the house, too, and he’d witnessed the
entire complicated process of their threesome finding their way to each other.
“We’ll figure it all out,” Cris said. “But maybe
we should figure it out with Chet, since he’s one third of this.”
“Figure what out with Chet?” Proving himself a man
of impeccable timing, Chet Green strode into the kitchen from the foyer archway.
He’d eaten breakfast with them in his pajamas, which was rare, so he’d gone
upstairs to shower and dress, while Jake and Cris cleaned up from the meal.
Chet could make the dirtiest rags look sexy as
fuck. Almost as tall as Cris, but with a leaner, swimmer’s body, Chet wore a
blue polo and khakis like it was the finest three-piece suit. His
silver-spackled hair was styled perfectly, and even though he’d turned forty-eight
this past spring, you’d never guess he was older than thirty-nine.
Chet stopped an arm’s reach from Jake and frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Cris said. “But this is
something that involves all three of us, so I’m glad you’re here.”
“All right.”
Jake swallowed hard before facing Chet. “I want to
move back to Benny’s apartment for a while, so I can prove I can function on my
own and manage my meds, and that all of my progress isn’t going to go away if
you guys aren’t here twenty-four-seven to prop me up.”
Chet’s frown softened into a fond smile. “I think
that’s a very mature decision, Jake.”
“You do?”
“Very much so. In fact, I’ve been struggling with
a way to bring this up myself.”
Jake edged backward a step. “You want me to
leave?”
“Quite the opposite.” Chet invaded Jake’s personal
space, trapping Jake between the island and his taller body. He hunched down to
meet Jake’s eyes and planted both hands on the countertop behind Jake. “I love
you here, in my house and in my bed. But I brought you here knowing it was
temporary, and now that you’re managing your illness, you need to start
managing your life again.”
“Yeah,” Jake said.
“So if you leave, I want you to leave knowing you
will always be welcome back.”
“Thank you.” Jake’s lips curled into a sexy smirk.
“Plus, us living in different places means we can go on, like, real dates. You
and me don’t really do a lot, you know, just the two of us.”
“That’s true, and we can most certainly manage
dates. I’d love to spend time with you outside of this house.”
“But what about other people knowing that all
three of us are dating?” He squirmed enough that Chet stepped back, giving him
space.
“What about it?” Chet asked. “Even if the three of
us went out to a meal in a nice restaurant, no one would know we were together unless
we began swapping kisses at the table.”
The mental image of the three of them dressed up
and making out in a fancy restaurant made Cris’s dick twitch. He’d never do it,
but goddamn, he wanted to publicly claim these two amazing, passionate men as
his, and no one else’s.
“I guess.” Jake didn’t sound happy about the idea
of their threesome being discovered, and that hurt a little bit.
“Are you embarrassed to be dating two men at
once?” Cris asked.
“Not really. I mean, it isn’t that I’m embarrassed
by you guys. It’s just that this is so…abnormal.”
Cris flinched.
“Shit, that’s the wrong word.” Jake pushed away
from the counter and stalked to the kitchen table. Grabbed the back of a chair
but didn’t turn around. “Chet explained polyamory to me and I get it. I do. But
not everyone else will. Most people won’t.”
“That didn’t seem to be an issue when we started
this weeks ago,” Cris said, confused by this new hesitation in Jake. And
frustrated by talking to his back. “Will you look at us, please?”
Jake turned, arms crossed, a familiar look of
defiance on his face.
“I think I understand,” Chet said. “Jake leaving
moves this relationship outside of these four walls. It’s no longer protected.
No longer hidden from outside scrutiny and criticism.”
“But that’s going to happen at some point,” Cris
said. “We can’t hide forever, and we shouldn’t have to.” They’d already been
hiding for weeks, and all Cris wanted to do was shout to the rooftops about how
lucky he was.
“I know that, okay?” Jake snapped. “I just…I’m a
go-go dancer, you know? People hear that and automatically assume I’m some kind
of slut, so what will they think if they know I’m seeing two guys at once?
Uber-slut dancer, aisle threesome?”
“You know you aren’t a slut, so why does it matter
so much what other people think?”
Jake took three strides forward, hands balled at
his sides, unexpected anger blazing in his eyes. “That’s easy for you to say.
You’re this big, buff dude who can shut people up with a glare, and you’re
comfortable with people looking at you. You did porn, for fuck’s sake. And
maybe I dance half-naked for money, but that doesn’t mean I want people staring
at my personal life and dissecting it. It’s too private for that.”
Cris frowned. “Just because I did porn doesn’t
mean I’m comfortable with people getting up in my personal life either. Why the
hell do you think I used a stage name? Yeah, I showed off my naked body, but
Dane wasn’t me, Jake. Internet subscribers don’t get the real me. You guys do.”
“So if you don’t want people up in our business,
either, why don’t you get what I’m saying?” Jake was coiled tight, one wrong
word away from bursting into tears.
Cris had to fix this. “I do get what you’re
saying. I guess I see our relationship differently. I don’t see it as this
weird, bizarre thing that people are going to examine under a microscope like
we’re a new strain of bacteria. I’m so goddamn proud to be with both of you,
and I want to show it. I want people to know you guys are mine and that I love
you. I can’t do that if we’re hiding in this house.”
A single tear slipped down Jake’s cheek, and the
sight of it broke Cris’s heart a little bit. He swept Jake into his arms,
grateful that Jake didn’t struggle or protest the hug. “I’m sorry,” Cris
whispered. “I’m sorry that I can’t say the right thing, I’m sorry.”
“You said the right thing,” Jake said into his
armpit. “I’m the emotional mess who gets weepy over the way you say ‘I love
you’.”
“I don’t ever want to make you scared or
uncomfortable to be around me in public.”
“I’m not.” Jake lifted his head, eyes still wet
but clear. “Deciding to move out was such a big decision for me that I didn’t
think about what that would mean for us, the three of us, in terms of seeing each
other on the outside. We’ve been isolated since we started living together, and
fucking around together, and I know that bubble can’t last, but I’m fucking
terrified to expose myself.”
“It’s perfectly acceptable to be scared,” Chet
said. He slung an arm around each of their necks, completing their triad of
support. “Jake, your life has altered dramatically in the last few weeks.
Learning to live with bipolar is no small thing. Managing one romantic
relationship is difficult for anyone, but two at once? It’s a monumental
undertaking. And this thing we’re doing now? Us talking about our fears and insecurities?
It’s what will make this work, no matter what life throws at us.”
“I like the sound of us.” Jake rested his head on
Chet’s shoulder. “But I also need to figure out me. Me living with bipolar. Me
with you. Me with Cris. Me with other people. It’s just so much.”
“We’re both here for you, love. Whatever you
need.”
“We are,” Cris said, heart swelling with emotion.
He’d do whatever had to do, slay whatever dragons needed slaying, in order to
protect these men.
“It’s so stupid,” Jake said. “Sometimes I don’t
know if these freak-outs are legit, or if it’s because of the disease, and I’m
heading for a hypomanic state again.”
“It isn’t stupid,” Chet replied. “You have a long
way to go before you’ll be able to see the differences between mania and
legitimate anxiety or excitement. But you’ll get there.”
“It’s easier to believe when you say it.”
Cris bit back a joke about himself being less
trustworthy than Chet, because now wasn’t the time. “I know patience isn’t your
strong suit,” Cris said to Jake, “but give yourself time to get used to your
new normal, okay? I might want to show you off to the world, but I can be
patient, too, and wait until you’re ready.”
“Thank you. You’re ready to run out into the big,
wide world, but I still need baby steps. Maybe a hand to hold and verbal
encouragement to keep me going once in a while.”
“Anytime.” Cris kissed his cheek. “Are we good?”
“Of course we are, you big dork.”
Using his very best nasal tone, Cris snapped back
with, “I know you are, but what am I?”
Jake nearly fell over laughing. In some burst of
evil genius, last weekend Chet had marathoned Pee-wee Herman movies, starting
with Pee-wee’s Big Adventure. After
Jake got over the sheer ridiculousness of the film, he hooted his way through
most of it. And he’d been the first to use the infamous line on Cris yesterday,
when Cris called Jake a little dork.
Cris loved that they kind of had their own way of
teasing each other.
“I’m going to regret ever showing you those
movies, aren’t I?” Chet asked as Jake tried to pull himself together.
“Yes,” Cris said at the same time Jake managed,
“Never.”
“Not to ruin the euphoria of the moment,” Chet
said, “but when were you planning to move out, Jake?”
Jake wiped his streaming eyes on the back of his
hand. “Um, I’m not sure. It’s not like I have a lot to move. My whole life fits
into a duffel bag.”
Something flickered in Chet’s eyes, as it
frequently did when Jake referenced money, even indirectly. Jake had ended up
homeless at twenty and couch surfed for a while, until lucking into both a job
and an apartment share. For the last three years, he’d pinched every penny and
lived in a way that allowed him to pick up and go at a moment’s nice.
Chet, on the other hand, had cash coming out of
his ears, thanks to his shares in a lucrative investment company in Los
Angeles. He’d moved to Pennsylvania ten years ago, in order to start over, and
that’s when he’d hatched the idea for his gay porn site, Mean Green Boys. The
majority of the money went to his models, because Chet didn’t need it. He lived
a modest lifestyle, too, and it was one of the things Cris loved most about
him. Chet was generous with what he had, because he knew what it was like to
have nothing.
If Jake stayed here with Chet, he’d never want for
anything, but Jake needed to prove his independence first. He’d taken care of
himself for too long to become trapped in a relationship with no viable escape
options. They all understood that, which made Jake moving out less painful than
it otherwise might have been.
“I mean, I guess I could go anytime,” Jake said,
uncertain again. “It’s not like I can’t dump my stuff and come back, or
whatever.”
“You are free to come and go as you please,” Chet
said. “The key I gave you is yours to keep.”
Jake’s surprise melted into gentle affection—a specific
look he often directed at Chet. They were still defining the boundaries their
personal relationship, but every time Jake looked at Chet like that—and Chet at
Jake in return—Cris knew it wouldn’t be long before they took the next step in furthering
their sexual relationship.
“Thank you,” Jake said. “I’ll probably still call
or text first, to make sure someone’s home, but thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Chet’s eyebrows dipped, and he
looked at Cris with a frown. “Are you returning to your apartment as well?”
Cris’s stomach bottomed out. He’d moved in the
same day as Jake, with the same goal—get Jake well. And he’d done that. He’d
also fallen in love with Chet, and he very much loved living with him. Sleeping
with him. Eating and watching TV and snacking on popcorn with him. As much as
he’d once enjoyed his solitary existence…Cris didn’t want his empty apartment
anymore.
“I hadn’t really thought about it,” Cris said. “We
were all so focused on Jake.”
Jake squeezed his wrist. “Please don’t think you
have to leave because I am. I mean, unless Chet wants his house back. But I
won’t be mad or jealous if you stay, I swear.”
“Are you sure? I mean, it would feel weird being
here without you, but…” He glanced at Chet, who had his heart in his eyes. “I
do love it here. You and Dell are family.”
“I feel the same way,” Chet said, a heavy rasp in
his voice. “About you, Cristian, and you as well, Jake. You’re both family
now.”
Anxiety rippled down Cris’s spine. This was a huge
step, one he’d never imagined taking all those weeks ago, when living here had
been a temporary solution. But he also couldn’t make himself say it first. “So
what exactly do you mean when you say family?”
Chet smiled. “It means that if you wish to, I want
you to move here. Permanently. Break your lease. Make this your home. If there
are expenses, I’m happy to cover them. I want you here, Cristian, if this is
where you want to be.”
“It is. I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
Cris didn’t anticipate Chet’s fierce hug, and it
nearly knocked him over. He clung to Chet, laughing along with him at the huge
step Cris was making in his personal life. He’d never lived with a romantic
partner before, not even Lily, so this was going to be an interesting
adjustment. But he wanted this to work more than he’d wanted anything in his
life.
It also terrified him deep down, where he hid the
worst of his past. The parts he’d fled Long Island to escape, along with his
late sister Grace. The parts he’d had plastic surgery and changed his name to
ensure could never find him again. He’d die if his past came back to hurt Chet
or Jake.
Chet kissed Cris soundly, a firm press of lips and
tongue, before taking a step back. His cheeks were flushed, his pale eyes
glistening. “You’ve made me so incredibly happy today, you have no idea.”
“I’m happy too,” Cris replied. “Nervous, but
happy.”
“Why nervous?”
“I haven’t lived with another person since I was
eighteen. Ten years is a long time to be a lone wolf.”
“Trust me, I understand. I’d lived alone for a
very long time before Dell moved in. It took some adjusting on my part, and now
I can’t imagine him not being in my life. The same goes for you, and when he’s
ready to come back, Jake, too.”
Jake had inched away from them, probably giving
them space to share their moment, but he was too far away. Cris slid an arm
around his waist and tugged him closer, needing him there. “We’ll make this
work. All three of us.”
“Of course we will,” Chet said. “There’s no choice
but to make it work.”
“You two make it sound so easy,” Jake said.
“I have no illusions it will be easy, love. No
relationship is easy. There will likely be disagreements, perhaps even fights.
But I think the final results will be worth the temporary pain. And as we’ve
all agreed, our best defense against this falling apart is communication.
Between all three of us.” Chet pinned Cris with a firm look. “No more secrets.”
Cris’s belly wobbled. He knew Chet wasn’t
referencing Cris’s past; Chet meant the kidney secret. Months ago, Dell had
been living in kidney failure. Cris had shared the same rare blood type as
Dell, so he anonymously donated a kidney in order to save Dell’s life. He
hadn’t told anyone except Taro, and then Jake stumbled over the information by
accident. When Chet discovered the secret a few weeks ago, he’d been incredibly
hurt. Not by the donation, but because Cris hadn’t been honest with him at the
start of their relationship.
He didn’t want to keep secrets anymore, but not
even Taro knew the full truth of Cris’s past—not because he didn’t trust Taro.
He did. No, Cris’s past was his past, and he’d nailed that door shut a long
time ago.
“No more secrets,”
Cris lied. “Promise.”
