Golden Dancer (25 page)

George had magically appeared and claimed his backpack and roller bag while he got guided into the limo where, for almost two happy, traffic-ridden hours, the three of them had fucked and sucked and kissed their way into oblivion. When they’d gotten home—to Daniel’s that is—the men had seemed to sense he needed some decompression time and suggested he enjoy the whole bathroom to himself. And here he was. He knew when he opened that door, he’d find the two of them deeply engrossed in planning for this commitment event they had cooked up. Interestingly, it had been Daniel’s idea first, but Trelain was obviously so into it.

Before he’d left, he’d given his okay on anything they wanted to do, and obviously they’d taken him at his word. The event was only a couple weeks away. They wanted to enjoy some downtime before Trelain had to start rehearsing the new season. It wasn’t that Mac objected. He just wasn’t absolutely sure he got it. There were three of them. They were all men. Who was going to take this seriously? He shrugged, ran his fingers through his still-damp curls, and walked into the bedroom.

The two loves of his life were, as he expected, sitting up in bed, wearing their robes—both of theirs silk, which Daniel had clearly known wouldn’t feel comfortable for Mac. They had large pieces of paper and a tablet computer in front of them.

Trelain looked up, beaming. “Come and see, darling. Come and see.”

The delight spilling from the dancer’s pores was infectious, so Mac crawled on the bed with a grin. “Okay, you guys, lay it on me.”

Trelain hopped up on his knees in a move that would have been impossible for most humans. “Okay, here’s the deal. You two can opt for comfort if you choose. Mac, you can do this in cargoes, and Daniel can wear board shorts, and we can get you both some nice matching shirts. Silk or even Hawaiian.”

Mac looked at Daniel. Yeah, right. Mac asked the obvious question. “Is that what you want us to wear, Trelain?”

The dancer shrugged. “This is your ceremony as much as mine. I want you both to have what you want.”

Daniel nuzzled his ear, pushing aside the golden mane. “Sweetheart, Mac and I want to wear something that will make all your friends jealous that they don’t have us. What would that be?”

Right before Mac’s eyes, his golden dancer became a beautiful girl. The lashes fluttered. “Well, you could both wear black silk tuxedoes that you could have made for you by that wonderful tailor. And I could wear a white tuxedo, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Daniel leaned back against the headboard. “Sounds perfect. Mac?”

Yeah, it did sound perfect, if it was what Trelain dreamed of. “If Daniel has the tux made, I won’t even mind wearing it all evening.”

Trelain fell back on the bed, kicking his feet like a little kid. Of course, some big-kid balls got revealed in the meantime. “Oh, perfect. Perfect.” He made another spring to sitting. “Now, Mac, look at the seating plan, okay? We don’t want to put people together who might not get along.” He spread out the big sheet of paper that looked a bit Greek to Mac. “What do you think about Debbie and some of your Laguna friends at the same table as some of my friends from the Company? They’re all interesting. And I was thinking of putting Woo with a few of Daniel’s business chums, because they would be great supporters of the Web site, and she’d find them interesting, but I could put her with Debbie if you think that’s better.”

Mac’s head spun. Debbie, Woo? “Uh, no, I think the first way is better. Then they won’t talk shop to each other.”

Trelain pointed to another area on his floor plan. “Now, for the head table… Well, it won’t really be head. It will be a round table and placed amid the others so we can all talk. But anyway, at our table, of course, we’ll have your folks and my mum. I think they will all get along well and…”

Mac just stared.

Trelain touched his arm. “Mac?”

“My parents? You invited my parents?”

Daniel cocked his head. “Of course. They’re planning on coming out the week before to help with any last-minute plans. I’m going to fix up your cottage a little, if you don’t mind, and they can have the place to themselves…”

“My parents! They’re coming here? They wanted to come?”

Trelain rested a hand on Mac’s cheek. “Of course, darling. They want to see their son get married.”

Married. The tears that had threatened at the airport poured down his cheeks. Married. He was getting married. Nothing more. Nothing less. The loneliness. The hopelessness. No more. All the trials and problems and joys and ecstasy that married people shared, he got to have.

Daniel wrapped him in his arms. “Are those happy tears?”

Mac nodded, his head buried in Daniel’s shoulder.

“Well, okay then.”

When Daniel released Mac, he fell back on the bed, half crying and half laughing. “How many people are coming to our ceremony?”

Trelain shrugged with a look that could only be described as guilty. “Well, we wanted to keep it to a small group, but so many people wanted to come, and we couldn’t leave any out…”

“How many?”

Trelain grinned. “Three hundred.”

Mac held his stomach and laughed. Three hundred people were coming to his wedding. Three hundred people took this unconventional, unlikely, unsanctioned, and nearly unimaginable relationship seriously enough to want to come and celebrate with them. Or maybe they just wanted to drink Daniel’s champagne. He didn’t give a shit. He was happy. For the first time in his twenty-seven years, truly happy.

After completing the floor plan to Trelain’s satisfaction, at least for now, they crawled into bed. Mac loved that they put him in the middle tonight, because he wanted to feel them both. After a little kissing of necks and backs, those boy parts that he’d missed enjoying for so many years began to rise. They passed some lube back and forth and Mac pushed deep into Trelain’s gorgeous ass, and then felt the sweet burn as Daniel pressed into his.

For a few moments, they just lay there, Mac’s hand wrapped around Trelain’s penis, his cock buried and his butt full. He sighed, and Daniel laughed.

“Doesn’t get more perfect, does it?”

“Well, maybe if you were to fuck me just a bit harder…”

Daniel chuckled and rammed him hard, which pushed Mac’s cock into Trelain.

“Bloody hell, blokes, that feels brilliant.”

Mac slammed back on Daniel and forward into Trelain until he felt like a fucking engine, ramming his lover’s gland and getting his lit up in turn. Oh God, so good. He loved this. No, he loved them. Yes, he was gay, but he would never know if he would have enjoyed sex with any other man, because this gay virgin planned to stay with the men who’d showed him his true self—not just sexually, but in every way.

Crap! Daniel’s cock rammed deep, and Mac felt his head spin and heat tingle through his veins straight to his balls. His hand cranked Trelain’s dick until his lover was writhing and thrusting in no pattern. “Darling, yes, don’t stop, yes, yes.” And hot cum spilled into his hand. Daniel cried out behind him, and the deep warmth of his cum filled Mac’s ass. As bright fire streamed up his spine and Mac thought his head would come off, he felt spurts of semen pour into that golden ass. His lover. His lovers.

Others might not call a threesome monogamous, but he knew better. For better and for worse. Look at what happened when you got obsessed with two golden dancers.

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Deep in a hidden vault, the
Dancer
glowed, seen only by the eyes of a very few.

In hundreds of villages all over Africa, Latin America, and Appalachia, children opened their school books.

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Tara Lain

Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love—at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly ménage and male/male, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her handsome heroes. A lifelong writer of serious non-fiction, Tara only fell in love with EROM in 2009 and, through perseverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote accepted for publication in 2010. She’s now on book six. After an exotic life of travel all over the world and work in television, education, and advertising, Tara settled in Southern California with her soul-mate husband and opened her own small marketing business. She paints, collages, and started practicing yoga “way before it was fashionable.” Passionate about diversity, justice, inclusion, and new ideas, she says on her tombstone it will read, “Yes.”

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