[Fic] Family (All The Myriad Ways)
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kittydesadeTitle: Family (All The Myriad Ways)
Fandom: None/Originally The Covenant, kind of.
Characters: Aaron Abbott, Dale Yardley, Andrea
Word Count: 4,690
Rating: Explicit.
Summary: Aaron and Dale, happily married, want to start a family. For this, they need some assistance, and they enlist Aaron's old friend Andrea's help.
A/N: Written for this Sex Is Not The Enemy prompt.
"I guess... we're all ready?"
Dale smiled, but his voice was shyer than he had been about sex in a while. They'd talked it over, him and Aaron, weeks before this. Hell, they'd been tossing the idea back and forth for almost a year now. Children, whether they would adopt or opt for a surrogate, did they want to raise children or wait a little while, although that question seemed sort of silly when it came out. They'd been together for ten years, married for the last couple of those. They both had decent paying jobs, more than decent, in Aaron's case. They weren't going to get any more stable than they were now.
Andrea wasn't his first thought. He didn't think she'd been Aaron's first thought, either. Until they started talking about surrogacy versus adoption, and Andrea had almost offered before either of them had asked. She liked kids, Dale thought. She liked being someone's mother, and she still clearly loved Aaron. Just as clearly, she was happy that he was with someone he loved, who loved him back.
(Which was good because Dale didn't know what he'd do if some woman Aaron actually cared about... )
Surrogacy turned to talk of IVF, fertility treatments. They'd rifled through piles of brochures, the three of them, until someone spoke up in a bemused and befuddled voice and asked if maybe it wasn't easier just to have lots of sex.
Cut to a few weeks later, and he and his husband and his husband's high school girlfriend were getting ready to have sex.
"I'm ready if you guys are?"
Aaron smiled, one of those smiles just for Dale, and reached out to take his hand. Even that little bit steadied him. Reminded him that yes, they'd talked this over, yes, it was okay. It would be okay. She knew Aaron, she'd even come to know Dale some over the last few years. Hell, he liked her. He liked her a lot, she was good people.
He'd just never had sex with a woman before. Which, even to him, sounded awkward. He'd never really wanted to and now one of them was about to and, okay, yeah. Standing in the doorway of the bedroom looking at a naked woman under his sheets was weird.
Fortunately, in talking about this, they'd come up with a plan to get him past that.
Aaron took his hand and tugged him over to the bed, settling down between the two of them. Dale curled around him, as per their usual evening routine, one arm over his waist. This time, though, instead of snuggling into him on either side Aaron stretched out his arm and Andrea moved into his side, under his arm. With both of their hands on his chest, it was inevitable that at some point their fingers would touch. Andrea's fingers brushed over his, but with Aaron resting comfortably between them, it didn't seem so strange.
"Can you imagine what the doc will say when we tell him or her just how we got you pregnant?" Dale asked after a couple seconds of what was starting to be an uncomfortable silence.
Andrea laughed. Which was good, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, either. "How, meaning, I had sex with a couple of handsome, wonderful men and in the manner of men and women throughout human history, a child was conceived?"
"Well, when you put it that way..." Aaron smiled, turning to kiss her shoulder.
Dale squashed down a small pang of jealousy, except the squashing seemed more emphatic than the pang had. That was promising. He took a turn at running his fingers along the back of her hand, up her arm.
"I'm serious," Andrea was saying, laughing. "How many women would not love to be in bed with the two of you..."
"Going by the number of ..." No, Dale wasn't going to bring that up now. The you can't be gay had died down, but there were still people who insisted that he didn't act gay, he had to be straight, he just hadn't found the right woman yet. "Probably a lot."
"Mmm-hmm."
"But, technically," Dale continued, before he could get stuck down a thought trail he didn't want to go, "You're not between us. We should probably fix that." He glanced at Aaron for confirmation.
Aaron looked back with a nod and a faint question in his eyes that went away when Dale moved to accommodate Andrea's shifting. Aaron slid along under her as she moved to the middle, taking up a position behind her with one arm around her waist. Dale snuggled his arm around her waist as they'd done with Aaron a moment ago, resting his arm against his husband's. Aaron's fingers curled around his forearm and squeezed, and it helped.
Several minutes trickled past. Dale dropped his head to Andrea's temple, trying to get used to her scent. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't as hard as he expected, either. The minutes ticked by and they weren't getting any closer to having sex, but he was getting used to this. Being around her. Having her in bed with them, all naked, all together.
After several more minutes Aaron's fingers tapped against his arm. Dale lifted his head a little and looked over Andrea at him, then glanced down at the now-sleeping woman.
"Mm-hmm," Aaron murmured with a wry smile.
Dale winced. "Should..."
"No, don't wake her up. We've got another night or two, and then next month. I didn't expect this to happen all at once, love."
He blinked as he realized that, yes, that was what he had expected. If only a little bit in the back of his mind. They'd have a night of romping and unusual fun and she would get pregnant and...
"Do you want to do this again tomorrow night?" Aaron's eyebrows arched, catching the realization on Dale's face. "We don't..."
He squeezed Aaron's arm, then curled in around Andrea to slide his hand down and catch Aaron's fingers in his, bringing them up to kiss his fingertips. "I'm sure. I'll get used to it. I want this. And..." Small shrug, because he didn't have the words, not that he thought they needed them. Of all the possibilities, this was one of the far better ones. Andrea was good people, and accepted them as they were. She knew what this was, that because they invited her into their bed didn't mean anything more than, well, what they had discussed. It also didn't mean they were going to leave her out in the cold once the goal was achieved, just that she wouldn't be a part of this part of their lives.
No, he wanted this. And they'd gotten incredibly, wonderfully lucky, and as before in that moment at the pool table over ten years ago, he didn't intend to squander this or let it go.
"It's okay. We'll all try again tomorrow night."
Aaron smiled over at him, and snuggled down to sleep.
The next night they tried something different. Andrea started it, gesturing for them to go ahead and she would catch up when she had said good night over the phone to her children.
Children. The reminder of what this was all about made him smile.
He stepped into the bedroom and Aaron tugged him into his arms and then they tumbled back onto the bed, laughing softly and kissing. And undressing each other, and kissing, until Dale was breathing hot and heavy and had almost forgotten about what they meant to do, until a third hand started to slide up along his back. It wasn't unpleasant. Just a bit startling when he already knew where both of Aaron's hands were.
"Hey..." Andrea's voice murmured by his ear, chin tucked against his shoulder. He felt himself tensing a little, not in the good way, and then Aaron kissed him again and all he heard was the blood rushing by his ears.
Fingers on his body. All over his body. And Aaron's hot breath mingling with his as they kissed and kissed again. For whatever reason, he'd think about it later, it was much easier facing Aaron and feeling his his husband's legs tangled around his, his body pressed against him. Feeling his erection, hot and sliding against his. It was good. Great.
Andrea's hand slid down his spine and suddenly he thought he knew at least how Aaron and Andrea managed to have a decent sex life as well as why she wasn't at all surprised by him and Dale. She knew how to touch a guy, start with a light finger pressed against his hole and when she slid her finger in it went in smooth and unafraid, already slick with lube. He relaxed further, much further. Aaron grinned against his mouth.
"Your idea?" Dale mumbled, between kisses.
"Mmm." Aaron moved the kisses down to the side of his neck, down his chest. God, they were going to run out of bed length at this rate, almost. "Kind of. We talked."
He'd ask later what that meant. Right now he was focusing on the strange sensation of breasts against his back and two fingers pumping his ass, with Aaron's mouth heading down on his cock. Anticipation was giving him hints already, wetness and heat and, there, his husband's tongue knew exactly where to go. Dale groaned, arching. Hard and dripping.
"You think you're ready to try it?" Andrea whispered, and it took him a second to remember what they were going to try, which he figured was a good sign. Being who he was, he couldn't just say yes.
"Sure," he panted. "Climb on up."
It occurred to him a second after they started moving, Aaron laughing quietly into his thigh for a second, that maybe he should have asked her if she was ready. Then again, she wouldn't have asked if she wasn't, right? He scooted up till he was half sitting against the cushions on the bed, throwing a questioning look at Aaron as she straddled his lap. Did he have some idea where he wanted to be? Was this all cool by him?
Aaron smiled over her shoulder as she lowered herself onto him and he closed his eyes and decided this was definitely the best position after all because he had no idea what to make of what he was feeling. It was good. Tight, wet. Hot. It was also strange. Didn't feel right. Slick and rough and something, he didn't know what he should be describing or feeling here. Between that and her breasts over his chest. He put his arms around her, combed his fingers through her hair, but the differences were getting distracting again. She curled her hands around his shoulders.
Which left no room for the hands currently moving his thighs up and apart so that was Aaron's tongue down there, circling over his skin, along his balls. Yeah, that helped. A lot.
He thought about that. Focused on that, on what his husband looked like when he was laying like this and looking up at him with his mouth on Dale's cock, auburn curls between his legs. That helped him gasp; feeling Aaron's finger pressing against his hole helped him thrust upwards, slow. Once, twice, so it wasn't just her riding him like a sad, tired pony. She kissed his cheek, and he felt her smile. As long as it wasn't too horrible for her? He didn't know how to react, just that somehow they were supposed to make sex work so that she got pregnant with their kid.
And maybe that was the secret. Because thinking about her, somehow, her and Aaron and him all making some beautiful baby, yeah, that got him hard. So, it wasn't about sex with women, it was about sex with one woman in particular. The future mother of their child.
"Hey," Andrea grinned. Not hey-stop, then. "Not so bad?"
"Not..." He rocked his hips up into her, as deep as he could. It still felt weird, but there was this goal in mind, and it helped him get hard and dripping. "Not so bad at all."
"Wanna lean forward, try something else?" Aaron's voice coming from over her shoulder, and Dale had the oddest sensation of tightness and pressure where there maybe shouldn't be. His eyes widened as he looked around them, realized what it was. At this rate, hell, they were going to run out of lube pretty soon. At least, that tube of it. Yeah, one of Aaron's hands was on her hip, the other hand disappeared back and he was pretty sure he knew where it was. Up to Andrea. Could women do that?
Andrea did lean forward, shift the angle some on him till it was pretty steep and he was deep in her, rocking. "Can always try. Go slow?" Her voice sounded heavy and breathy, but not the in-pain kind. At least, he didn't think so.
Aaron kissed her shoulder; Dale heard it. "Just let me know if it's too much, okay?" Andrea nodded, her hair brushing against the side of his face, over his shoulders.
About a minute or so later as Aaron was working his way into her Dale realized what he'd meant. He could feel him, the pressure of him working his way into her and it made her squirm in whole other ways. A little further, and they all stopped moving for her to adjust, panting, around them. And then a little further again. And she was so, so tight around him, and dripping, or maybe that was him dripping inside her and he couldn't tell either way. He knew he was getting close, though. He could feel Aaron thrusting into her and she was convulsing around him, he felt it, and Aaron's hand reached around between her body and his, over her front. Her clit, he realized, right before she cried out. And brushing over his shaft.
Hard to say who went first. Somehow it all exploded. He'd never seen a woman orgasm outside of the movies and he'd never expected to know what it felt like, but he knew. And Aaron, and his fingers dug into her thighs as he pushed into her, up, god, yes. It was hot, and it was intense, and after he collapsed (and almost whacked his head) against the bed he blinked up at the ceiling through a cover of her hair and wondered what that had been. For all of them.
Aaron eased out first; him being on top of everyone, he kind of had to. And he went to the bathroom and Dale raised his head and looked after him, questioning, almost feeling emptier than maybe he should have with Andrea still recovering and stretched on top of him. He still had one arm around her, around her waist now, but he kept his eyes on the bathroom doorway until Aaron came back out with, hah. Damp towels. And a dry one for after.
"No reason we can't clean up somewhat, right?" Small smile, that turned into a look of concern. "Hey..."
Dale shook his head; he was fine. Still adjusting, but fine. "No reason at all."
Nothing happened the first month. They pretended not to be disappointed, but they were, a little. Dale and Andrea walked arm in arm around the neighborhood after school one day, and out of the blue she patted his hand.
"It doesn't always happen the first time. Sometimes it takes two or three or even longer. But it'll happen. I feel quite sure of it."
He looked down and over at her, a questioning smile on his face. "I'm not worried?" It was more of a question than an outright lie, though he wasn't that worried.
"You're nervous. I can tell." She leaned into him a bit, and he put his arm around her shoulders because she was the right height and because he liked her. "You worry if you'll be a good father. You worry if you'll be able to make a child. You worry that we won't be amicable about this, that at some point things will fall apart."
Dale's mouth twisted a little; he hadn't wanted to be that obvious about that last one. "Do you worry about it?"
"Of course I do," Andrea shrugged, sighing. "I worry that the problem lies with me, that I won't be able to carry the child to term. That I'll disappoint as a mother, somehow. But these are worries I've lived with before. It must be all new to you?"
"A little bit..."
She squeezed his hand lightly. "It gets easier."
He thought about that as they came around the corner, walked down the street to their house from the other side. Three houses down he smiled, shaking his head and hugging her closer to him for a moment.
"You won't disappoint as a mother. You do an outstanding job with your kids, and you'll be just as amazing with their half-sister or -brother."
Andrea smiled up at him with a bit of a wrinkled brow, pleased but puzzled.
"You think I can't tell? Sweetheart, I deal with parents and their kids every day, for hours, and I've been doing that for years. You tried to brush off your own fears just now but that doesn't mean they're not there. So-o..." And now they were in front of the house, and he turned her around and tipped her chin up to look at him. "How about, I'll share if you do? I'm guessing you already tell Aaron some of this," although it was a guess. And his following shrug told her what she already must have suspected, that he talked to Aaron about his insecurities. Every evening, before bed. They talked.
"All right," she nodded after a second, and stretched up to kiss him on the mouth which he was sure would have neighbors talking even if it lasted only a second. "I'll relax if you do."
His eyes widened, bright and blue and innocent. "Hey, I thought the last time proved I was relaxed."
She laughed, thwacking him in the shoulder with an open hand.
"See?" he panted, dragging words out from somewhere. "Relaxed."
Aaron, who had been briefed on the conversation earlier in the week, rolled his eyes and laughed. A sound which stuttered into gasping as Dale's hips ground against his, half-pushing him into Andrea. Half-pushing and half turning him on so bad, he could feel Aaron's thighs trembling under his hands.
Having each other there helped. Not that he could come up with a scenario in which each of them would sleep with someone else without the other there, but it helped him get over the sex with a woman thing. It helped Aaron get over a high school sexual career of underperforming. It helped that they all cared about each other, loved each other, in different ways. He'd realized, through a few different conversations between the first time and this, that with any other woman it would have been the hospital and the doctor and a little plastic cup for both of them.
Dale liked this better. Somehow a child conceived out of love and laughter seemed like a better omen than one conceived in a test tube. Maybe old fashioned and irrational, maybe just a product of a warm family upbringing.
Speaking of bringing things up...
It was a cascade of orgasms. Andrea's fingers tightened around the headboard and he heard her little series of staccato cries, Aaron's hand came out from between her legs and grabbed at her hip as he shuddered. Which Dale felt, god, yeah, he felt that. His arm tightened around Aaron's chest, large hand splayed and pressing him close against him. It was a moment of heat and overwhelming, trembling pleasure. And familiar. The familiarity was as important as the pleasure.
Somehow they managed not to both collapse on her, and Dale managed not to fall backward off the bed. He fell sideways instead, grinning. Andrea rolled onto her other side and Aaron snuggled against him, into his arms, to grin back at her.
"If we have much more sex, I'm not going to be able to walk!"
"We'll have to wait on you hand and foot," Dale propped his chin against Aaron's shoulder and grinned at her. "A fate worse than death, I know..."
"Mm, I don't know, I've tasted your cooking," Andrea teased back, causing Aaron to laugh and hug Dale's arms around him.
One handed hug, anyway. His other hand reached out to trace over her shoulder, bringing a smile to Dale's lips as he kissed his husband's shoulder. "Thank you. If I haven't said that already..." Only once or twice a day, Dale thought. "Thank you for doing this for us."
"Thank you for sharing this with me," she smiled, reminding Dale why Aaron had fallen a more than a little bit in love with her, even if it hadn't quite worked out. "You two really do have something special, here. I'm glad to be a part of it. To make it a little more special."
"A little, until his genes kick in and the kid grows up to the ceiling," Aaron twisted to grin over his shoulder at his husband, who kissed him to shut him up.
Andrea laughed. "It could be yours! We don't know yet."
"We won't know until we get a baby," Dale pointed out, reaching around Aaron and taking his turn to brush his fingers, not over her shoulder where Aaron's hand still was, but against the side of her breast. "Speaking of..."
She attempted a kick at his shin, but it got caught in the sheet. "Is he always that insatiable?"
"Pretty much, yep."
They were all drenched in sweat. Dale felt every inch of her, every inch of him, everyone's hands over his body. It didn't feel strange to him anymore, her breasts pressed against his chest, her shampoo filling his nostrils, her hair trickling into his mouth. It didn't feel strange to have his cock squeezed by a woman's muscles instead of a man's. It just felt good, really good, especially with Aaron rocking against him thick and soft and firm.
Not quite that sensation but the memory of the sensation of an earlier climax, hot and sticky down between his cheeks and against the upper curve of his ass, that pushed him over. Neither of the other two had made it yet but, hell, that was one of the good parts about having a threesome like this. They could take care of each other, he could lie back and relax.
"I think I saw a porno like this once," Aaron murmured, rolling off his husband with a soft laugh as Andrea shifted a bit, watching to see where they would go next.
It took Dale a second to grab enough wits to figure out what he meant. "Sloppy seconds? Ow!" Andrea had whacked him on the arm, not undeservedly. "She hit me!"
"You started it," Aaron stuck his tongue out at him. Dale stuck his out back.
"Is that a request?" Andrea moved her mouth down over his abdomen, biting gently on his hip.
Maybe he wasn't so tired as he thought. Mm.
Dale curled his fingers into her hair, brushing it up off her cheek and over her shoulders as she crawled over him, mouthing his hip and thigh. Aaron waited until her lips brushed along the side of his cock before he moved up behind her where she knelt on the bed. Not to join them, apparently, but to shift the full-length mirror leaning against the wall from the corner where it rested to a more prominent position along the bed.
"You've been taking lessons from Reid, haven't you," Dale murmured, drawing harder and tighter already. "I mean, not that I mi-ind..."
Not in the least. He could see them as Aaron could see her mouth on him, could see Aaron's fingers drawing down between her legs and coming up glistening under her belly, before he leaned over and made her moan. Dale's hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tightening in her hair. He'd be ready soon, any second now with Aaron getting ready behind her like that, and if she was up for it. Heh.
Aaron started slow. Caressing her back with his other hand, fingers no longer between her legs but just above her hip, giving them all time to adjust. Probably a good thing. He hadn't, okay, yeah, he did have an idea how sexy it could be watching his husband plunge his cock between a spread pair of legs, behind a perky ass. Some of their previous positions had given him an up close and personal view; he was really fond of the one where he'd been tonguing Aaron's balls till he cried out and spilled himself deep inside her. Feeling the skin gone taut against his tongue.
"Okay, that's it," Dale mumbled, halfway to himself. Remembering that was enough to get him ready, and then Andrea's lips closed over the head of his cock and she slid down over him as Aaron slid into her. Hands, thumbs spreading her wide so he could almost see. How the hell they had gotten into that angled position he didn't know but it was, uh. Whoa.
"Yeah, you like that?" Aaron grinned over at him, running his thumb along her glistening lips, over his shaft; Dale could see his legs trembling as a result.
He nodded, gasped as Andrea's fingers started crawling between his ass and the sheets and, damn, she really knew them pretty damn well by now. "Oh, yeah, yeah I like th-that..." She wasn't afraid. She was bold, she'd put her finger right in his ass and press right along where he was sensitive and never mind the sensibilities girls maybe were supposed to have. His mind jumped from that to Aaron's strong hands on her hips and strong, delicate body rocking against hers. To her lips and tongue and mouth tight and wet on his cock, to Aaron pulling out on purpose just enough that Dale could see him thrusting hard and fast into her. Again. And again.
Andrea made little squelchy gulpy noises around his cock that weren't at all dignified, but definitely pleasured. And coming close. Dale's hands shifted from buried in her hair to down her shoulders and cupping her breasts, fingertips pulling them up and closer as she bobbed her head a little faster. Aaron's fingers disappeared between her legs again and she squeaked, and her mouth trembled over him as she climaxed. He felt that climax. He felt Aaron thrusting into her all the way from her hips up to her head, harder, sharp thrusts in that way he sometimes had when the climax was riding him and not the other way around.
"Christ..." Dale's head fell back against the pillows. Andrea wiped a little at her mouth with her fingers; he fumbled for the tissue box by the bed and managed to knock it in her direction. "Holy hell..."
She even giggled. And gasped as Aaron pulled out with a faint wet flesh noise even Dale heard. "You two are hard to keep up with."
"Don't think anything's hard right now," Aaron murmured, reaching over to snag the tissues and almost falling off the bed before Dale grabbed his opposite arm and hauled it back on. "Crap..."
"Come here, you." They rearranged themselves, Aaron tucked into Dale's arms, Andrea snuggled along both their sides. "I think we can be done with hard for the night."
"Mmm..." Andrea murmured into his shoulder. "You say that now, one of you is going to wake me up with something hard and poking my ass..."
She'd said that on purpose. She must have, because neither of the two men could stop laughing after that, and by the time they managed to quiet down to wheezing she was asleep with a smile on her face.
Fandom: None/Originally The Covenant, kind of.
Characters: Aaron Abbott, Dale Yardley, Andrea
Word Count: 4,690
Rating: Explicit.
Summary: Aaron and Dale, happily married, want to start a family. For this, they need some assistance, and they enlist Aaron's old friend Andrea's help.
A/N: Written for this Sex Is Not The Enemy prompt.
"I guess... we're all ready?"
Dale smiled, but his voice was shyer than he had been about sex in a while. They'd talked it over, him and Aaron, weeks before this. Hell, they'd been tossing the idea back and forth for almost a year now. Children, whether they would adopt or opt for a surrogate, did they want to raise children or wait a little while, although that question seemed sort of silly when it came out. They'd been together for ten years, married for the last couple of those. They both had decent paying jobs, more than decent, in Aaron's case. They weren't going to get any more stable than they were now.
Andrea wasn't his first thought. He didn't think she'd been Aaron's first thought, either. Until they started talking about surrogacy versus adoption, and Andrea had almost offered before either of them had asked. She liked kids, Dale thought. She liked being someone's mother, and she still clearly loved Aaron. Just as clearly, she was happy that he was with someone he loved, who loved him back.
(Which was good because Dale didn't know what he'd do if some woman Aaron actually cared about... )
Surrogacy turned to talk of IVF, fertility treatments. They'd rifled through piles of brochures, the three of them, until someone spoke up in a bemused and befuddled voice and asked if maybe it wasn't easier just to have lots of sex.
Cut to a few weeks later, and he and his husband and his husband's high school girlfriend were getting ready to have sex.
"I'm ready if you guys are?"
Aaron smiled, one of those smiles just for Dale, and reached out to take his hand. Even that little bit steadied him. Reminded him that yes, they'd talked this over, yes, it was okay. It would be okay. She knew Aaron, she'd even come to know Dale some over the last few years. Hell, he liked her. He liked her a lot, she was good people.
He'd just never had sex with a woman before. Which, even to him, sounded awkward. He'd never really wanted to and now one of them was about to and, okay, yeah. Standing in the doorway of the bedroom looking at a naked woman under his sheets was weird.
Fortunately, in talking about this, they'd come up with a plan to get him past that.
Aaron took his hand and tugged him over to the bed, settling down between the two of them. Dale curled around him, as per their usual evening routine, one arm over his waist. This time, though, instead of snuggling into him on either side Aaron stretched out his arm and Andrea moved into his side, under his arm. With both of their hands on his chest, it was inevitable that at some point their fingers would touch. Andrea's fingers brushed over his, but with Aaron resting comfortably between them, it didn't seem so strange.
"Can you imagine what the doc will say when we tell him or her just how we got you pregnant?" Dale asked after a couple seconds of what was starting to be an uncomfortable silence.
Andrea laughed. Which was good, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, either. "How, meaning, I had sex with a couple of handsome, wonderful men and in the manner of men and women throughout human history, a child was conceived?"
"Well, when you put it that way..." Aaron smiled, turning to kiss her shoulder.
Dale squashed down a small pang of jealousy, except the squashing seemed more emphatic than the pang had. That was promising. He took a turn at running his fingers along the back of her hand, up her arm.
"I'm serious," Andrea was saying, laughing. "How many women would not love to be in bed with the two of you..."
"Going by the number of ..." No, Dale wasn't going to bring that up now. The you can't be gay had died down, but there were still people who insisted that he didn't act gay, he had to be straight, he just hadn't found the right woman yet. "Probably a lot."
"Mmm-hmm."
"But, technically," Dale continued, before he could get stuck down a thought trail he didn't want to go, "You're not between us. We should probably fix that." He glanced at Aaron for confirmation.
Aaron looked back with a nod and a faint question in his eyes that went away when Dale moved to accommodate Andrea's shifting. Aaron slid along under her as she moved to the middle, taking up a position behind her with one arm around her waist. Dale snuggled his arm around her waist as they'd done with Aaron a moment ago, resting his arm against his husband's. Aaron's fingers curled around his forearm and squeezed, and it helped.
Several minutes trickled past. Dale dropped his head to Andrea's temple, trying to get used to her scent. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't as hard as he expected, either. The minutes ticked by and they weren't getting any closer to having sex, but he was getting used to this. Being around her. Having her in bed with them, all naked, all together.
After several more minutes Aaron's fingers tapped against his arm. Dale lifted his head a little and looked over Andrea at him, then glanced down at the now-sleeping woman.
"Mm-hmm," Aaron murmured with a wry smile.
Dale winced. "Should..."
"No, don't wake her up. We've got another night or two, and then next month. I didn't expect this to happen all at once, love."
He blinked as he realized that, yes, that was what he had expected. If only a little bit in the back of his mind. They'd have a night of romping and unusual fun and she would get pregnant and...
"Do you want to do this again tomorrow night?" Aaron's eyebrows arched, catching the realization on Dale's face. "We don't..."
He squeezed Aaron's arm, then curled in around Andrea to slide his hand down and catch Aaron's fingers in his, bringing them up to kiss his fingertips. "I'm sure. I'll get used to it. I want this. And..." Small shrug, because he didn't have the words, not that he thought they needed them. Of all the possibilities, this was one of the far better ones. Andrea was good people, and accepted them as they were. She knew what this was, that because they invited her into their bed didn't mean anything more than, well, what they had discussed. It also didn't mean they were going to leave her out in the cold once the goal was achieved, just that she wouldn't be a part of this part of their lives.
No, he wanted this. And they'd gotten incredibly, wonderfully lucky, and as before in that moment at the pool table over ten years ago, he didn't intend to squander this or let it go.
"It's okay. We'll all try again tomorrow night."
Aaron smiled over at him, and snuggled down to sleep.
The next night they tried something different. Andrea started it, gesturing for them to go ahead and she would catch up when she had said good night over the phone to her children.
Children. The reminder of what this was all about made him smile.
He stepped into the bedroom and Aaron tugged him into his arms and then they tumbled back onto the bed, laughing softly and kissing. And undressing each other, and kissing, until Dale was breathing hot and heavy and had almost forgotten about what they meant to do, until a third hand started to slide up along his back. It wasn't unpleasant. Just a bit startling when he already knew where both of Aaron's hands were.
"Hey..." Andrea's voice murmured by his ear, chin tucked against his shoulder. He felt himself tensing a little, not in the good way, and then Aaron kissed him again and all he heard was the blood rushing by his ears.
Fingers on his body. All over his body. And Aaron's hot breath mingling with his as they kissed and kissed again. For whatever reason, he'd think about it later, it was much easier facing Aaron and feeling his his husband's legs tangled around his, his body pressed against him. Feeling his erection, hot and sliding against his. It was good. Great.
Andrea's hand slid down his spine and suddenly he thought he knew at least how Aaron and Andrea managed to have a decent sex life as well as why she wasn't at all surprised by him and Dale. She knew how to touch a guy, start with a light finger pressed against his hole and when she slid her finger in it went in smooth and unafraid, already slick with lube. He relaxed further, much further. Aaron grinned against his mouth.
"Your idea?" Dale mumbled, between kisses.
"Mmm." Aaron moved the kisses down to the side of his neck, down his chest. God, they were going to run out of bed length at this rate, almost. "Kind of. We talked."
He'd ask later what that meant. Right now he was focusing on the strange sensation of breasts against his back and two fingers pumping his ass, with Aaron's mouth heading down on his cock. Anticipation was giving him hints already, wetness and heat and, there, his husband's tongue knew exactly where to go. Dale groaned, arching. Hard and dripping.
"You think you're ready to try it?" Andrea whispered, and it took him a second to remember what they were going to try, which he figured was a good sign. Being who he was, he couldn't just say yes.
"Sure," he panted. "Climb on up."
It occurred to him a second after they started moving, Aaron laughing quietly into his thigh for a second, that maybe he should have asked her if she was ready. Then again, she wouldn't have asked if she wasn't, right? He scooted up till he was half sitting against the cushions on the bed, throwing a questioning look at Aaron as she straddled his lap. Did he have some idea where he wanted to be? Was this all cool by him?
Aaron smiled over her shoulder as she lowered herself onto him and he closed his eyes and decided this was definitely the best position after all because he had no idea what to make of what he was feeling. It was good. Tight, wet. Hot. It was also strange. Didn't feel right. Slick and rough and something, he didn't know what he should be describing or feeling here. Between that and her breasts over his chest. He put his arms around her, combed his fingers through her hair, but the differences were getting distracting again. She curled her hands around his shoulders.
Which left no room for the hands currently moving his thighs up and apart so that was Aaron's tongue down there, circling over his skin, along his balls. Yeah, that helped. A lot.
He thought about that. Focused on that, on what his husband looked like when he was laying like this and looking up at him with his mouth on Dale's cock, auburn curls between his legs. That helped him gasp; feeling Aaron's finger pressing against his hole helped him thrust upwards, slow. Once, twice, so it wasn't just her riding him like a sad, tired pony. She kissed his cheek, and he felt her smile. As long as it wasn't too horrible for her? He didn't know how to react, just that somehow they were supposed to make sex work so that she got pregnant with their kid.
And maybe that was the secret. Because thinking about her, somehow, her and Aaron and him all making some beautiful baby, yeah, that got him hard. So, it wasn't about sex with women, it was about sex with one woman in particular. The future mother of their child.
"Hey," Andrea grinned. Not hey-stop, then. "Not so bad?"
"Not..." He rocked his hips up into her, as deep as he could. It still felt weird, but there was this goal in mind, and it helped him get hard and dripping. "Not so bad at all."
"Wanna lean forward, try something else?" Aaron's voice coming from over her shoulder, and Dale had the oddest sensation of tightness and pressure where there maybe shouldn't be. His eyes widened as he looked around them, realized what it was. At this rate, hell, they were going to run out of lube pretty soon. At least, that tube of it. Yeah, one of Aaron's hands was on her hip, the other hand disappeared back and he was pretty sure he knew where it was. Up to Andrea. Could women do that?
Andrea did lean forward, shift the angle some on him till it was pretty steep and he was deep in her, rocking. "Can always try. Go slow?" Her voice sounded heavy and breathy, but not the in-pain kind. At least, he didn't think so.
Aaron kissed her shoulder; Dale heard it. "Just let me know if it's too much, okay?" Andrea nodded, her hair brushing against the side of his face, over his shoulders.
About a minute or so later as Aaron was working his way into her Dale realized what he'd meant. He could feel him, the pressure of him working his way into her and it made her squirm in whole other ways. A little further, and they all stopped moving for her to adjust, panting, around them. And then a little further again. And she was so, so tight around him, and dripping, or maybe that was him dripping inside her and he couldn't tell either way. He knew he was getting close, though. He could feel Aaron thrusting into her and she was convulsing around him, he felt it, and Aaron's hand reached around between her body and his, over her front. Her clit, he realized, right before she cried out. And brushing over his shaft.
Hard to say who went first. Somehow it all exploded. He'd never seen a woman orgasm outside of the movies and he'd never expected to know what it felt like, but he knew. And Aaron, and his fingers dug into her thighs as he pushed into her, up, god, yes. It was hot, and it was intense, and after he collapsed (and almost whacked his head) against the bed he blinked up at the ceiling through a cover of her hair and wondered what that had been. For all of them.
Aaron eased out first; him being on top of everyone, he kind of had to. And he went to the bathroom and Dale raised his head and looked after him, questioning, almost feeling emptier than maybe he should have with Andrea still recovering and stretched on top of him. He still had one arm around her, around her waist now, but he kept his eyes on the bathroom doorway until Aaron came back out with, hah. Damp towels. And a dry one for after.
"No reason we can't clean up somewhat, right?" Small smile, that turned into a look of concern. "Hey..."
Dale shook his head; he was fine. Still adjusting, but fine. "No reason at all."
Nothing happened the first month. They pretended not to be disappointed, but they were, a little. Dale and Andrea walked arm in arm around the neighborhood after school one day, and out of the blue she patted his hand.
"It doesn't always happen the first time. Sometimes it takes two or three or even longer. But it'll happen. I feel quite sure of it."
He looked down and over at her, a questioning smile on his face. "I'm not worried?" It was more of a question than an outright lie, though he wasn't that worried.
"You're nervous. I can tell." She leaned into him a bit, and he put his arm around her shoulders because she was the right height and because he liked her. "You worry if you'll be a good father. You worry if you'll be able to make a child. You worry that we won't be amicable about this, that at some point things will fall apart."
Dale's mouth twisted a little; he hadn't wanted to be that obvious about that last one. "Do you worry about it?"
"Of course I do," Andrea shrugged, sighing. "I worry that the problem lies with me, that I won't be able to carry the child to term. That I'll disappoint as a mother, somehow. But these are worries I've lived with before. It must be all new to you?"
"A little bit..."
She squeezed his hand lightly. "It gets easier."
He thought about that as they came around the corner, walked down the street to their house from the other side. Three houses down he smiled, shaking his head and hugging her closer to him for a moment.
"You won't disappoint as a mother. You do an outstanding job with your kids, and you'll be just as amazing with their half-sister or -brother."
Andrea smiled up at him with a bit of a wrinkled brow, pleased but puzzled.
"You think I can't tell? Sweetheart, I deal with parents and their kids every day, for hours, and I've been doing that for years. You tried to brush off your own fears just now but that doesn't mean they're not there. So-o..." And now they were in front of the house, and he turned her around and tipped her chin up to look at him. "How about, I'll share if you do? I'm guessing you already tell Aaron some of this," although it was a guess. And his following shrug told her what she already must have suspected, that he talked to Aaron about his insecurities. Every evening, before bed. They talked.
"All right," she nodded after a second, and stretched up to kiss him on the mouth which he was sure would have neighbors talking even if it lasted only a second. "I'll relax if you do."
His eyes widened, bright and blue and innocent. "Hey, I thought the last time proved I was relaxed."
She laughed, thwacking him in the shoulder with an open hand.
"See?" he panted, dragging words out from somewhere. "Relaxed."
Aaron, who had been briefed on the conversation earlier in the week, rolled his eyes and laughed. A sound which stuttered into gasping as Dale's hips ground against his, half-pushing him into Andrea. Half-pushing and half turning him on so bad, he could feel Aaron's thighs trembling under his hands.
Having each other there helped. Not that he could come up with a scenario in which each of them would sleep with someone else without the other there, but it helped him get over the sex with a woman thing. It helped Aaron get over a high school sexual career of underperforming. It helped that they all cared about each other, loved each other, in different ways. He'd realized, through a few different conversations between the first time and this, that with any other woman it would have been the hospital and the doctor and a little plastic cup for both of them.
Dale liked this better. Somehow a child conceived out of love and laughter seemed like a better omen than one conceived in a test tube. Maybe old fashioned and irrational, maybe just a product of a warm family upbringing.
Speaking of bringing things up...
It was a cascade of orgasms. Andrea's fingers tightened around the headboard and he heard her little series of staccato cries, Aaron's hand came out from between her legs and grabbed at her hip as he shuddered. Which Dale felt, god, yeah, he felt that. His arm tightened around Aaron's chest, large hand splayed and pressing him close against him. It was a moment of heat and overwhelming, trembling pleasure. And familiar. The familiarity was as important as the pleasure.
Somehow they managed not to both collapse on her, and Dale managed not to fall backward off the bed. He fell sideways instead, grinning. Andrea rolled onto her other side and Aaron snuggled against him, into his arms, to grin back at her.
"If we have much more sex, I'm not going to be able to walk!"
"We'll have to wait on you hand and foot," Dale propped his chin against Aaron's shoulder and grinned at her. "A fate worse than death, I know..."
"Mm, I don't know, I've tasted your cooking," Andrea teased back, causing Aaron to laugh and hug Dale's arms around him.
One handed hug, anyway. His other hand reached out to trace over her shoulder, bringing a smile to Dale's lips as he kissed his husband's shoulder. "Thank you. If I haven't said that already..." Only once or twice a day, Dale thought. "Thank you for doing this for us."
"Thank you for sharing this with me," she smiled, reminding Dale why Aaron had fallen a more than a little bit in love with her, even if it hadn't quite worked out. "You two really do have something special, here. I'm glad to be a part of it. To make it a little more special."
"A little, until his genes kick in and the kid grows up to the ceiling," Aaron twisted to grin over his shoulder at his husband, who kissed him to shut him up.
Andrea laughed. "It could be yours! We don't know yet."
"We won't know until we get a baby," Dale pointed out, reaching around Aaron and taking his turn to brush his fingers, not over her shoulder where Aaron's hand still was, but against the side of her breast. "Speaking of..."
She attempted a kick at his shin, but it got caught in the sheet. "Is he always that insatiable?"
"Pretty much, yep."
They were all drenched in sweat. Dale felt every inch of her, every inch of him, everyone's hands over his body. It didn't feel strange to him anymore, her breasts pressed against his chest, her shampoo filling his nostrils, her hair trickling into his mouth. It didn't feel strange to have his cock squeezed by a woman's muscles instead of a man's. It just felt good, really good, especially with Aaron rocking against him thick and soft and firm.
Not quite that sensation but the memory of the sensation of an earlier climax, hot and sticky down between his cheeks and against the upper curve of his ass, that pushed him over. Neither of the other two had made it yet but, hell, that was one of the good parts about having a threesome like this. They could take care of each other, he could lie back and relax.
"I think I saw a porno like this once," Aaron murmured, rolling off his husband with a soft laugh as Andrea shifted a bit, watching to see where they would go next.
It took Dale a second to grab enough wits to figure out what he meant. "Sloppy seconds? Ow!" Andrea had whacked him on the arm, not undeservedly. "She hit me!"
"You started it," Aaron stuck his tongue out at him. Dale stuck his out back.
"Is that a request?" Andrea moved her mouth down over his abdomen, biting gently on his hip.
Maybe he wasn't so tired as he thought. Mm.
Dale curled his fingers into her hair, brushing it up off her cheek and over her shoulders as she crawled over him, mouthing his hip and thigh. Aaron waited until her lips brushed along the side of his cock before he moved up behind her where she knelt on the bed. Not to join them, apparently, but to shift the full-length mirror leaning against the wall from the corner where it rested to a more prominent position along the bed.
"You've been taking lessons from Reid, haven't you," Dale murmured, drawing harder and tighter already. "I mean, not that I mi-ind..."
Not in the least. He could see them as Aaron could see her mouth on him, could see Aaron's fingers drawing down between her legs and coming up glistening under her belly, before he leaned over and made her moan. Dale's hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tightening in her hair. He'd be ready soon, any second now with Aaron getting ready behind her like that, and if she was up for it. Heh.
Aaron started slow. Caressing her back with his other hand, fingers no longer between her legs but just above her hip, giving them all time to adjust. Probably a good thing. He hadn't, okay, yeah, he did have an idea how sexy it could be watching his husband plunge his cock between a spread pair of legs, behind a perky ass. Some of their previous positions had given him an up close and personal view; he was really fond of the one where he'd been tonguing Aaron's balls till he cried out and spilled himself deep inside her. Feeling the skin gone taut against his tongue.
"Okay, that's it," Dale mumbled, halfway to himself. Remembering that was enough to get him ready, and then Andrea's lips closed over the head of his cock and she slid down over him as Aaron slid into her. Hands, thumbs spreading her wide so he could almost see. How the hell they had gotten into that angled position he didn't know but it was, uh. Whoa.
"Yeah, you like that?" Aaron grinned over at him, running his thumb along her glistening lips, over his shaft; Dale could see his legs trembling as a result.
He nodded, gasped as Andrea's fingers started crawling between his ass and the sheets and, damn, she really knew them pretty damn well by now. "Oh, yeah, yeah I like th-that..." She wasn't afraid. She was bold, she'd put her finger right in his ass and press right along where he was sensitive and never mind the sensibilities girls maybe were supposed to have. His mind jumped from that to Aaron's strong hands on her hips and strong, delicate body rocking against hers. To her lips and tongue and mouth tight and wet on his cock, to Aaron pulling out on purpose just enough that Dale could see him thrusting hard and fast into her. Again. And again.
Andrea made little squelchy gulpy noises around his cock that weren't at all dignified, but definitely pleasured. And coming close. Dale's hands shifted from buried in her hair to down her shoulders and cupping her breasts, fingertips pulling them up and closer as she bobbed her head a little faster. Aaron's fingers disappeared between her legs again and she squeaked, and her mouth trembled over him as she climaxed. He felt that climax. He felt Aaron thrusting into her all the way from her hips up to her head, harder, sharp thrusts in that way he sometimes had when the climax was riding him and not the other way around.
"Christ..." Dale's head fell back against the pillows. Andrea wiped a little at her mouth with her fingers; he fumbled for the tissue box by the bed and managed to knock it in her direction. "Holy hell..."
She even giggled. And gasped as Aaron pulled out with a faint wet flesh noise even Dale heard. "You two are hard to keep up with."
"Don't think anything's hard right now," Aaron murmured, reaching over to snag the tissues and almost falling off the bed before Dale grabbed his opposite arm and hauled it back on. "Crap..."
"Come here, you." They rearranged themselves, Aaron tucked into Dale's arms, Andrea snuggled along both their sides. "I think we can be done with hard for the night."
"Mmm..." Andrea murmured into his shoulder. "You say that now, one of you is going to wake me up with something hard and poking my ass..."
She'd said that on purpose. She must have, because neither of the two men could stop laughing after that, and by the time they managed to quiet down to wheezing she was asleep with a smile on her face.