Broken Pieces

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“What the hell am I doing here? This is some fucked up shit. I’ve always thought of Josiah as mine. I’ve always wanted him, yet now he’s yours. But I just sucked his cock and then jacked him off while you fucked him.”
Mateo turned, taking two steps to leave, before Tristan’s firm grip wrapped around his arm. “You were taking care of him just like you always wanted to do.”
He was. He knew he fucking was, but that hadn’t been all it was about. He’d always want Josiah, but Dios, it had been about more than that. Flashes of Tristan and Josiah together filled his head. Tristan fucking him. Josiah relaxing into him like he knew Tristan would always be there to catch him. He’d never seen something that sexy, but again, it was more than just Josiah. He’d wanted...
“It makes sense that we’d both be intrigued by each other as well. Even before I knew you, I wondered about you. And now... It’s not as if many men would turn down a chance at two lovers.” He dropped his hand.
Mateo’s muscles went rigid, unexplainable anger taking root inside him. He took a step toward Tristan, then another one. “So you figured you’d let me play with you guys. Let Josiah’s piece of shit ex join you before he goes on his way?” His body lined with Tristan’s as he boxed him in, hands on the wall. “Did I meet your expectations? You know, since I intrigue you and all. If that’s the case, though, you should have let me fuck you so you’d get the full experience.”
Tristan’s eyes flashed with different emotions so quickly, Mateo couldn’t get a read on any of them.
Tristan’s mouth was tight when he replied, “Don’t play games with me. I can promise you, you won’t win them. And just so you know, no one fucks me.”
Mateo stumbled backward, not expecting Tristan’s mouth to come down on his. Tristan kept pushing, his tongue already in Teo’s mouth as he backed him against his desk.
Mateo’s hands cupped his face, his tongue battling Tristan’s stroke for stroke.
It wasn’t until he felt a tug at his hair that he realized Tristan’s hands were on him, too, one on the back of his neck and the other digging into his waist.
Faster, harder, hands groping and squeezing, they warred with each other with their mouths and bodies. He kicked something and realized at some point he’d dropped his glass.
Tristan held him against the desk, but Mateo wasn’t giving in to him. He pushed, too. The other man must not have expected it because his back hit the wall with a loud thump.
As quickly as it started, they jerked away from each other, facing off, both breathing heavily. His body, cock included, was stiff and rigid.
Tristan wiped his bottom lip with his thumb, and Mateo realized he’d bitten him.
What the fuck is going on here?
“You want me to want you.” Tristan pushed forward so he didn’t lean against the wall anymore.
“Fuck you.”
“Because you want me, too.”
The “too” pulsed through him like a never-ending echo. “I want him.” Mateo pointed toward the door.
“You think this is easy on me? Jesus, half the time I can’t even tell Josiah how I feel. Having a hard-on for you doesn’t make this any easier, but at least I can admit it. I don’t even know you and I know you have more balls than that.”
Mateo unclenched his fists. Fuck, Tristan was right. But, “What good does admitting it do? We both love him, and we’re attracted to each other.” Saying that didn’t feel right, though. Yeah, Tristan was sexy, so of course a part of Mateo desired him, but there was more to it than that. Some kind of bond he didn’t understand.
Then, a piece of Josiah’s conversation from earlier jumped into his head and he clung to that, because it was a whole lot easier to deal with than his own shit. “You love him, right?” Josiah had wondered earlier if they had a future, something Mateo didn’t expect.
Tristan shook his head. “That’s a stupid question.”
And damned if he didn’t know it was, even though Tristan still didn’t answer. Mateo walked over to the chair on the other side of the desk and fell into it as Tristan leaned on the wall again. “It doesn’t matter if we want each other. Jay feels a whole hell of a lot more for us than that, and fucking with each other, even with him, is just going to screw shit up even more than it already is.”
Tristan sighed. “A little late for that, don’t you think?”
That’s when he knew he had to admit some things. His gut twisted into knots, the urge to vomit rolling through him. Calm the fuck down.