Page 87 of Bonus Game
Kingston didn’t know what the fuck that was, but Riley made a god-awful choking sound into his pillow, and Jake shrugged.
“That kink is normal compared to the one where you like me to fuck you while you’re sleeping,” Jake said stoically. Matter-of-fact. Bluntly.
God, somehow Jake’s autism was hotter than the words leaving his mouth. Was that a thing?
“Can we not showcase our sex lives to the newbies?” Allen asked, reaching over Kingston to tap his boyfriend on the shoulder. “Riley is turning the same shade as the wallpaper in the library. He’s going to combust.”
Riley might be embarrassed because he wasn’t in his confident, bedroom-dirty-talk mode, but Kingston didn’t care. This conversation was the perfect bridge to ask the boyfriends for their help.
“Speaking of sex,” Kingston began. “Do you think there’s anything you guys could tellRileyso he’s less scared to fuck me? It doesn’t seem to matter how much I shake my ass in his face, he won’t put his dick in me.”
“Oh!” Allen’s hands flew to his mouth, not out of shock, but to hide laughter that would upset Riley’s sensitive little heart.
Jake’s reaction was barely there, but he didn’t hesitate to shoot a disbelieving look at Riley like he couldn’t process what he was hearing. “You haven’t slept with him? What’s wrong with you?”
Kingston had been silently asking that question for two weeks.
“There’s nothingwrongwith me,” said Riley, his pitch rising. “Sorry if I don’t want to hurt him.”
Jake scoffed and turned, angling his attention toward Riley with determined focus. “You did the same thing with your first girlfriend, and that was painful enough. Do you need me to walk you through the steps again?”
Walk him through?—
“Walk him through the steps?” Allen asked, practically throwing himself onto Kingston’s lap so he could look over Jake’s shoulder at Riley. “What do you mean?”
Kingston leaned closer to look over Jake’s shoulder, so he could watch Riley’s expressions for himself.
“Don’t fucking say anything, Mouse?—”
“I had to teach him,” said Jake. “He wouldn’t sleep with the girl unless I was there.”
The silence in the room was loud.
As was the guilty embarrassment on Riley’s face.
“Wait, Riley lost his virginity during a threesome withyou?” Allen was fully in Kingston’s lap now and struggling to crawl onto Jake’s. “What else have you guys done? First, the kissing and promises of marriage, now this?”
“We didn’t touch!” Riley said, throwing his hands in the air like the clarification changed everything. “I didn’t even look at Jake. I was focused on my girlfriend.”
The argument that followed was heated, but playful. Allen was convinced that Riley and Jake had touched each other’s dicks, while Riley adamantly denied the charges. Jake smiled through all of it, stealing looks at Kingston over his shoulder, like he was checking to make sure nothing was upsetting him.
Kingston wouldn’t have been upset even if Riley were his boyfriend and they were committed to each other. Thinking of Riley getting railed into the bed by his best friend had more appeal than a boring, monogamous relationship.
“Would it work again?” Kingston asked, his question instantly silencing the room.
Three sets of eyes turned on him, and Jake flattened his back to the cushions so Riley and Allen could see past him.
“Would what work again?” Allen asked from where he was perched on Riley’s lap. “The sex part, or the part where Jake and Riley had planned to get married?”
Marriage would never happen—Jake was obsessed with Allen. Any moron could see that.
“Sex,” Kingston clarified. “Would having the big guy in the room help Evans get it up so he can finally fuck me?”
“I get it up just fine?—”
Allen smacked a hand over Riley’s mouth to silence him. “Do you mean you want Jake to talk him through it or participate?”
Right. Kingston had forgotten the part where Allen might not be okay with this crazy tactic. He hadn’t brought Riley there to proposition the boyfriends; he had only wanted them to talk to Riley and tell him to stop being a bitch.
