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“Enough to keep eating.”

“Oh, to be young and have that metabolism again.”

“Sucks growing old.”

Old
. Ouch. “
Who’s old? We’re thirty-four!” Dylan’s cry of protest was met with smirks from the two younger men.
 

“Speak for yourself! Thirty over here,” Alex added.

“I don’t mind growing old, as long as it’s with Laura,” Mike said in a voice designed for the women at the next table to hear it.

“Sure, Mr. Zen. And the first time you find a gr
a
y pube on your balls, you’ll be bitching about it like the rest of us,” Dylan challenged.

“You found a gr
a
y pube already? Dude.” Trevor spoke in a voice filled with alarmed sadness. “I’m so sorry. Time for Viagra, huh?”

What. The. Fuck.

“I do not have gr
a
y pubes on my nads!” Dylan shouted. “And I don’t need Viagra! In fact, I have a refractory period that would put you to shame. Four times in five hours. Just tested it last week!”

“That Viagra can really let you pump ‘em out, huh?” Joe commented.

“
I do not take Viagra!
”

“
Okay. Whatever. We believe you.” Those two little assholes snickered away. Even Alex and Mike tried not to laugh. How the hell did the conversation go from a deep, painful reflection on how their families handled the revelation of their threesome to gray pubes and Viagra? In ten seconds flat?
 

“You damn well better believe me. Mike can vouch for it.”

T
hat made Trevor and Joe turn beet red. Huh.

“Not so comfortable with each other, are you?” Dylan’s turn to put them in the
squirmy
position of being under the spotlight. “Can’t admit that you like it.”

“Like what?” Alex asked, surprising everyone.

“Like being with each other.”

“
W
e’re not
with
each other. We don’t…you know.”

“You don’t touch.” Dylan’s statement made Joe’s face lose a little of the flush.

“Right.”

“But you’re still together.”

“Huh?”

“
Y
ou’re together. You wouldn’t be with Darla—both of you—if you didn’t feel better having him there than you do
not
having him there,”
Dylan pointed out.
 

“
No, it’s not like that. It’s more like…” Trevor frowned, then made a face of acquiescence. “Um, I guess it
is
like that.”
 

“We’re perverts,” Joe said, sighing, banging his head slowly against the back of his chair. “Might not even be able to get an attorney’s license if someone knew.”

“Not true. No one can strip you of that right,” Mike said. “Don’t overthink like that. You’ll drive yourself crazy.”

Trevor
shoved Joe’s leg, hard. “See? Told you.”

“
Someone in law school told me they used to deny licenses to gay attorneys in some states.” His face changed to a look of horror. “Not that we’re gay!”
 

“Okay. Whatever. I believe you,” Dylan said, nodding with glee.

Joe and Trevor gave him sour looks while Mike and Alex just laughed.

“
Fair point,” Trevor finally said. “Sorry about your gray nads.”
 

Joe snorted.

“But you can admit that the entire reason you’re in a threesome is because you like it better than being in a twosome.”

“Isn’t that the whole point?” Alex asked. “You make it a triad instead of a dyad because it’s…”
He shot Dylan a helpless look.
 

“It’s what?” Trevor asked, looking to Mike and Dylan for guidance. “What the hell
is
this? Because we didn’t c
h
oose it. Didn’t want it, even. We don’t fight it.”

“We fight with each other,” Joe pointed out.

“B
u
t we don’t fight
this
. We don’t argue over
this
. You get jealous because I’m with Darla and you’re not, but you don’t get je
a
lous of the fact that I’m here when all three of us are together.
I
t’s confusing. It makes no sense because it defies logic!”

Trevor looked at Dylan dead on. “Do you guys have that? Jealousy that isn’t jealousy. It’s—whatthefuckever it is, it’s driving me insane. He won’t stop it. He just gets pissed all the time and takes it out on us.”

“Fuck off, I do not!” Joe shouted.

Darla gave a nervous look at the group. Dylan winked at her.
Hey, this is what you and Laura wanted…
w
e’re talking.
 

“Yes, you do!” Trevor pounded the table with his fist. Just once, but enough to make Mike and Alex exchange looks with him.

“It’s not my fault. You’re trying to make her like you more.”

“What?”
Trevor yelped.
 

Mike shot Dylan a look that made both men burst aloud and sa
y
, in unison, “Been there, done that.”

Alex stood, looking nervous and uncomfortable. “I’m being paged, dammit. Just when this gets good.”
He pulled a buzzing phone from his pocket.
 

“We’ll save the sex talk for after you’ve gone.”

His face fell, and Dylan laughed. “You mean I hung on for all the crap talk and now I have to go before it gets kinky?”

“You want to learn about threesomes, just go on YouPorn,” Josie said from behind him, pinching his hip. Dylan looked at the women’s booth and saw Darla and Laura in deep conversation.

“Or ask Josie about hers,” Darla piped up.

Alex gave her a blank look that made Dylan’s balls crawl up his thigh a few inches. “Your
what
?”

“Bye! See ya!” Josie called out as she dragged Alex through the front door, the two in a heated discussion that made Dylan grin with an evil chaos.

“
Josie had a threesome,” Mike said drolly, cocking one eyebrow at Dylan. “Did we know that?”
 

“How the hell would I know? She chatters so much it’s like one of those old dolls. Pull the string and the Real Baby talks!”

“
Y
ou seriously don’t get jealous, though?” Trevor asked, giving Joe a hard look as his words were directed at Dylan and Mike. “At all?”

“Not jealous of each other. No. But jealous of one of us having more time than the other with Jill or, now, Laura?” Dylan’s turn to give Mike a hard look. “I think Mike should answer that.”

“You t
w
o had sex on my day!” Mike exploded. “
We had a schedule!”
 

Aha.

Now they were getting real.

“
You
do
get jealous!” Joe said with an excitement that made Dylan uneasy. “See?” He gave Trevor a hot look. Angry look. A look of trium
p
h. Of being right.
 

“Even after this long?” Trevor seemed defeated. “I don’t have it in me to put up with his shit for
ever
.”

“
It’ll change when you live together,” Dylan said. Both younger men gave him skeptical looks. “No, really. When we moved in with Jill it got better, and
now that we’re with Laura, Mike’s the one who gets jealous. I don’t.”
 

“He really doesn’t.
It
’s weird,”
Mike added.
 

“Weird,” Joe muttered.

“Why is it weird?” Trevor asked. “I think it’s a sign of maturity.”

Dylan
reached across the table to high-five him
and
did a double take. If Mike were even five years older he could be Trevor’s very young dad.

Old. Dylan felt so fucking old. Next time he took a piss he’d need to check for gr
a
y pubes after all, because this entire conversation had aged him by five or ten years.

“
It’s weird,” Joe said tightly, “because it’s natural to feel jealous.”
 

“No, it’s not,” Dylan and Trevor said together.

“
Y
es, it is,” Joe insisted. “It’s part of human nature.”

“Nope,” Dylan declared. “I used to think that, too, but you spend enough time following your own drummer inside you and you realize that all the things people cal
l
‘human nature’ are made-up shit they create to justify their own feelings and behaviors.”

Joe frowned. “
From an evolutionary biology standpoint, that seems wrong.”
 

“But from a real-life, daily-life perspective, I’m right. Live with Darla for a year. All three of you. Together. And then see what happens to the jealousy.”

Both of the younger men’s eyes widened. Ah. They weren’t there yet. Too much commitment. Dylan understood. He and Mike had been terrified to move in with Jill. It was as close
to
marriage as they would ever, legally, be allowed to come, so it had more gravity to it. Felt bigger.

Seemed enormous at the time.

“
And I don’t think you’re jealous,” Mike said to Joe. “I think you’re pissed at yourself. Not Trevor.”
 

Trevor’s eyebrows shot up while Joe’s
forehead
furrowed with fury. “What?”

“You made a choice to live far away. You shouldn’t be punishing Darla and Trevor because you’re unhappy with your decision.”

“Oh, great. Here comes the therapy. Where’s your couch, Dr. Freud?”

Mike shrugged. “Take it or leave it. But it’s obv
i
ous to everyone else. You’re unhappy and don’t want to be away but won’t make a change. It’s all on you. You are making yourself miserable. You’re not jealous of Trevor’s time with Darla. You’re jealous of something else.”

“What?”

“That they are living their own lives and doing what they want.”

“I’m at fucking Penn! Ivy League
l
aw!”

“And look at how happy that makes you.”

“
Joe looks like Trevor just shoved Mavis up his ass and did the Funky Chicken dance with her,” Darla said as Laura giggled. They’d spent the better part of the past twenty minutes talking shop, mostly comparing notes on Good Things Come in Threes clients.
 

B
etween Dylan shouting about his erectile dysfunction and Joe yammering on about yet another thing he was pissed about, it sounded like the men were having a more contentious time than the women.

And Alex looked kinda sick over there before they left. She wondered what on earth the other four men had told him to make him so…green.
The man delivered babies for a living, for goodness’ sake. He saw hoohaws ripped open, women who birthed babies from their vaginas, and giant alien placentas and whatever else gushed forth as you pushed those muscles down there, and he did all that with a soothing, calm demeanor and a smile.
 

Really—what had those men said to unsettle a guy who took needle and thread to labia? She frowned and gave Trevor a look that was designed to cut glass, but he was oblivious. Typical.

“
I wish I were a fly on the wall over there,” Laura said, turning to flash Dylan a smile that Darla couldn’t help but admire. He winked back at Laura,
and a part of Darla swooned. She got it. Joe and Trevor made her feel that way times a million. Glad to see Laura had the same thing with her guys.
 

Or did she?

“When are we going to talk about your threesomes?” Josie asked, rubbing her hands like a blackjack dealer with a super-drunk millionaire in front of her. “I want some good gossip.”

“You have no friends other than us,” Darla said. “Who the hell you gonna gossip to? Your cat, Crackhead?”

“He listens,” Josie
said, pouting
. “And Alex.”

“Alex is a steel trap. Won’t say a word,” Darla
said
.

“
H
ow do you know?” Josie eyed her with suspicion, and Laura joined in, curious. Darla wished she’d kept her mouth shut. Once Josie
wa
s on your case, you were doomed. She’d still managed not to spill the truth about her friend Amy getting her
cell
phone caught in her vagina
(
vibrator apps. Who knew?
)
, and how Alex had come to the rescue.

Some stories are best left untold.

Unshared.

B
uried
.

“He’s just so dreamy,” she
said
, trying to throw Josie off the scent.

But it made Josie even more suspicious. “What are you up to, Darla?”

“I’m up to talking about the best lube for getting one man in your back door when another one is nicely nestled in your pink tunnel,” Darla shot back, desperate to talk about anything but the secret she and Alex shared.

Laura turned the color of roses and picked up a stray menu,
fanning herself
. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”

Josie snorted. “She’s just deflecting.”

“Or those tunnel butt plugs. Let me tell you, whoever invented those deserves a goddamn Nobel Peace Prize for saving anuses worldwide,”
Darla said.
 

Madge happened to walk past at that exact moment, stop cold, and give Darla a long, contemplative stare.

“
Contoured, or straight? Because the contoured ones make it so much more comfortable to use between the two of us,” Madge asked.
 

Alex was the closest man to the women’s booth and, if
the
grimace that crossed his mouth
were
a measure,
he
had heard Madge’s declaration.

“They make ’em contoured?” Darla asked sweetly, like they were talking about press-on nails. “I’ll have to try one. What about lube? You found one that helps everything fit in there?”

“Fit?” Madge asked, eyes gleaming.

“When you have them both in. You know.”

“Both—oh! No, no. I just have Eddie.” Madge tittered. Her face changed suddenly, and she nudged Darla, who followed the old woman’s lead and scooched in.

“But,” Madge said in a conspirator’s voice, “I do have a question. I have a granddaughter who is in this weird relationship.”