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“Christ, I’m kidding,” he laughed, giving me a nudge again. “You’re so uptight! Yes, we’re boyfriends. Milo is from Oregon and I grew up in Ohio.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding. “You got me with that one.”

“We met at orientation,” Milo added, settling his arm along the tile behind me now instead of just behind Dale, his fingers close enough to my shoulder that I could feel the heat coming off them even through the water. “Got assigned as roommates freshman year. Figured out pretty quick we had, uh, compatible interests.”

“Compatible interests,” Dale repeated, deadpan, and Milo elbowed him hard enough that water sloshed up over the edge of the bath.

I laughed, and it came out easier than I expected, some of the tension from earlier in the night was finally draining out of my shoulders. These two weren’t anything like Brandon. There was no edge to them, no sense that I had to brace for a punchline aimed at me. Just two big, warm bodies crowding in close, both of them clearly delighted that I’d wandered over.

“So,” I said, trying to keep my voice light even though my pulse was doing something stupid under my ribs, “state school bigfeet. Is that common? I didn’t think your kind really did the whole college thing.”

“We don’t, mostly,” Dale said. “Our parents about had a heart attack when we both said we wanted to go. Both sides of our family stay up in the mountains. Keeps to themselves.”

“But we wanted more,” Milo said, and there was something earnest under the easy grin when he said it, like it actually mattered to him that I understood. “Didn’t want to spend our whole lives just existing in the woods, you know? Wanted to see what else was out there.”

“And then you found each other,” I said.

“And then we found each other,” Milo agreed, and the look he gave Dale was soft enough that it filled my chest with yearning. But I didn’t have time to examine it too closely because Dale’s hand had drifted to my knee underwater, thumb tracing slow circles against my skin like he’d been waiting for an excuse.

“You’re staring,” Dale said, not unkindly.

“Can’t help it,” I admitted. “You’re both kind of a lot to take in.”

“Good a lot or bad a lot?” Milo asked, leaning in close enough that his breath stirred the damp hair at my temple.

“Jury’s still out,” I said, even though my body had already rendered its verdict pretty clearly, my cock hard enough now that it had to be visible through the shifting water, no matter how good I was at hiding it.

Dale’s hand slid higher on my thigh, slow enough that I could’ve stopped him if I wanted to, which was exactly the kind of courtesy that made me want him more, not less. “We don’t bite,” he said. “Unless you ask nicely.”

“I thought you two were here to blow off steam together,” I said, my voice coming out a little breathless despite my best efforts. “Didn’t realize I was invited to the study session.”

“We like sharing,” Milo said simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Always have. Sometimes I like to watch Dale when he’s fooling around with another guy. Sometimes he watches me. But we like playing together the most.”

I glanced between them, from Dale’s steady dark eyes to Milo’s easy grin, and felt the last of my hesitation give way to the thick, heavy lust pooling low in my gut. “Well,” I said, “lucky for you, I also like to be a team player.”

“So do you want to play here or somewhere more private?” Milo asked, his lips so close that they brushed my ear.

“Let’s get warmed up here,” I grinned, turning and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Then you can take me upstairs to a more private room.”

Dale made a low, rumbling sound that I felt through the water more than heard, and Milo’s hand found my other thigh, bracketing me between them like I was something tiny and precious they’d both decided to keep.

“Team player,” Dale repeated, testing the words. “I like the sound of that.”

I reached down under the water, found the thick shaft of his cock pressed against my palm. I let out a gasp at the same time he made a sound that vibrated the tile behind us. Big didn’t even begin to cover it. My fingers couldn’t close around him fully, and when I glanced over at Milo, working my other hand down to find him just as hard, just as impossibly thick, I understood exactly why they’d needed two seats at the far end of the bath all to themselves.

“Easy,” Milo murmured, his massive hand coming to rest over mine, slowing my strokes. “We got all night, cutie. No rush.”

“Speak for yourself,” I said, though I let him guide my pace anyway, because the way he was looking at me, all patient hunger, made me turn into extremely horny jelly from head to toe.

Dale leaned down, his breath hot against my neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. “You smell like you’ve been wanting this all night,” he said, voice a low rumble. “Before you even walked over here.”

“Maybe,” I admitted, tipping my head back to give him better access, and he took it, lips and teeth finding the curve of my throat while Milo’s hand slid up my chest, thumb brushing over one nipple until I shivered despite the heat of the bath.

Other guys in the pool had noticed by now, a few heads turning our way, but nobody approached. There was something about the two of them together, their size, the easy way they moved around each other, that made it clear there wasn’t an invitation to join in. This was a private moment between the three of us, one where I was being worshiped, which I loved.

Milo’s fingers trailed lower, found the curve of my ass under the water, and gave it a squeeze that pulled a gasp out of me I didn’t bother holding back. “You’re gonna have to be good and loud for us,” he said against my temple. “We like knowing we’re doing our job right.”

“I can be loud,” I said, breathless already, my cock throbbing where it brushed against Dale’s thigh. “Just give me a reason.”