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Art was in Patrick’s arms again for the first time in what felt like an age. His best friend, his constant companion and teammate, finally they were together again. The match was over. The two men had become boys again in the excitement of Art’s win. Neither wanted to let go and accept the reality of the world around them.
“Art…” Patrick muffled into Art’s shoulder, gently relaxing his grip on his arm. Art pulled away reluctantly. The tears in his eyes rolled quickly down his cheeks, melting together with the sweat on his sweet, smiling face as he looked at Patrick once more.
The applause was drowned out by the blood rushing to his ears as he burned with the emotional whiplash he had received over the last 90 minutes.
“Patrick, I-” Art was cut off by the Challenger official congratulating him on his win.
“What a match! Unsurprising that you’d win, of course! We’re still so thrilled that Art Donaldson is here in the flesh.” The official handed him the trophy, a small wooden block with a set of rackets crossed over. It was nothing flashy, especially compared to the crystal, grandiose trophies Art was used to winning in his 13-year career. He thought back to the first trophies he and Patrick had won in the Junior Doubles. He still had it in his display case at home. Lily had asked about it once. He didn’t know what to say so he had told her he won it with a friend from the academy and left it at that.
The cameras flashed as Art and Patrick grinned with their trophies held proudly. They felt like teenagers again. Patrick reached out and took Art’s hand. Art looked at him, betraying a feeling of vulnerability as his smile faltered. Then, Patrick raised their gripped fists up in victory. Even though he lost this match, he had won something far more important. Art’s eyes were dragged away from Patrick and back to the cameras, a huge grin spreading across his face. Patrick smiled just as big, his goofy laugh breaking through now and then.
Once done with photos, Art and Patrick were led back to the tennis camp’s main building where the shower room and changing area was. Normally, Art would reconnect with Tashi at this point before cleaning up but this time, his mind was somewhere else.
The shower room was a little crowded for them to talk but their eyes said everything. Thirteen years of love, lust, fighting and, most importantly, tennis informed every glance, every knowing smile. It was hard not to sneak a peek at each other’s wet, naked bodies, muscles rippling with each scrub.
Art began to get nervous at the prospect of what was to come. Where do they go from here? What about his marriage? Lily? What would Tashi say when he told her? Thoughts clouded his head and his expression dulled as he stared into the vapours.
“Hey,” Patrick gave Art a squeeze on the arm. “It’s all gonna be fine, Artie.” Art gave a small smile back.
“Yeah, maybe.”
~
“I don't think you should come back to the hotel yet. She might not take it well.”
“That's okay. I've gotta settle myself up with uh… god, what is her name? The lawyer.”
“The lawyer from Tinder, right. Are you two…?”
“Oh, it's fine. Just sex and a bed to sleep in. Text me when you're done.”
Art breathed a deep, long sigh. Patrick took his elbow gently. Art’s eyes searched Patrick's for comfort and all he could find was more questions. The two stood in the empty foyer, the tension of the last thirteen years crashing them into each other. Their lips met with a desperation to connect more than just tongue, more than just spit, more than just flesh. If Art was confused before, he didn't care at that moment. It was just Patrick. It was Patrick's warm, Gatorade-flavoured mouth. It was Patrick’s muscular embrace. It was Patrick's firm bulge pushed up against his own. Art gasped as Patrick bit down on his neck, a little harder than he expected. He didn't pull away, however, and let out an involuntary whimper.
“God, I want to take you right here.” Patrick mumbled into Art’s ear before sucking on the vulnerable lobe. Art groaned, his ability to think ripped from him. He wanted it too. He always had.
“We can't… not right now,” Art moaned. “Patrick… please…”
Patrick gave him a few quick kisses on his mouth and cheeks.
“Yeah, you're right. Stop looking so cute.” He laughed at Art’s flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. His normally perfectly quaffed hair was a mess, no styling products used after his shower.
“I'm a grown man! I am not ‘cute’.” Art protested laughingly.
“You're so cute.” Patrick brushed Art's hair back into place with his fingers. They smiled sweetly at each other.
“Okay. Time to face the music.” Art pulled Patrick in for another short, full kiss. He left him in the foyer, adjusting his shorts.
~
“Now that,” Tashi beamed, “was some good fucking tennis.” She wrapped her arms around Art’s neck, pulling him in for a hug.
“I knew you had it in you. See? The Challenger was perfect. Where's Patrick?” Art was a little taken aback.
“Uh, he’s getting his stuff from that girl- the lawyer’s place.” Art looked at his wife, the dream girl he somehow managed to convince to stick with him for all these years.
“We should get dinner! Looks like you two finally made up. I'm not a homewrecker anymore?” She slung comfortably around his shoulders, swaying them side to side.
“No, the home is fixed,” Art laughed before shifting his tone. “Tashi, there's some things we need to talk about.”
She pulled away.
“You sound so serious.”
“Yeah.”
“Did he tell you about-”
“Yeah.”
“All of it?” Her voice faltered. He looked at her hard.
“All of it.” There was a break in the conversation that felt like an eternity.
“Well. What do you want to do?” She asked, looking past him now.
“I don't know. Tashi, I… I think I'm in love with him.” She nodded, gears in her mind almost visibly turning.
“Did you two…?”
“We, uh, we kissed.”
“Thirteen years ago.”
“Today. Just before I came here.” Tashi looked at him now.
“Huh.” She just said.
“Are you mad?”
“I don't know if I get to be. Are you mad at me?”
“Not really.”
“Huh,” She chewed her thumb. “What do you and I do then? You won your match. I'm not leaving.”
“I don't know. I kind of thought you would say something else.”
“Do you want me to leave you?” Art looked at her for a long time. Even now, Tashi Duncan was the hottest woman alive. How could he give her up after all these years?
“No.” She raised one eyebrow.
“No?”
“No. I still love you, Tashi. I love our family. I love you and I love Patrick.” She thought for a while.
“Okay.” She cocked her head to the side. A small smile grew on her face and Art as always had no idea what it meant.
“Okay? What are you thinking?”
“Ask Patrick for dinner. I'll have my mom watch Lily.”
~
Dinner was lovely. The hotel staff were already well aware that discretion was of utmost importance and so the three had a secluded area of the hotel restaurant and bar. After the initial discomforted glances between each person, Patrick had broken the ice and it was like old times. As the wine glasses emptied, their spirits continued rising, laughter and playful jabs filling the space between them. Finally, Tashi brought up the elephant in the room.
“What was that game!? That was some of the most intense tennis I’ve ever seen and it seemed like you two were in another world! Like your relationship was played out on the court.”
“Wow, Tashi, maybe you’re the one who should go into commentary.” Patrick quipped with a grin. She gave him a light punch on the arm.
“For real, though. The hug, the tension. What happened out there?” Art gave Patrick a sidelong glance, his jaw loose and eyes half-lidded. Patrick returned his look with a warm glow, a sweet smile playing on his lips. Tashi’s face grew subtly more confused as she looked between them.
“So, back when we met you-”
“And you and Patrick were just starting to date.”
“Yes, yeah. Art was so jealous, it was adorable.”
“I remember.” Tashi laughed.
“I was n- no I was so jealous. I can’t even deny it.”
“Hey, I won fair and square! It was a done deal as soon as Tashi said whoever won the match would get her number.”
“Please continue the story!” Tashi interjected, interrupting the boys’ reminiscing.
“Okay,” Patrick continued, “so he’s so jealous. He asks if we slept together.” Art laughed, shoving his head into his hands and going redder, the wine already burning his cheeks.
“Oh my god, did you tell him!?” Tashi burst out, laughter and playful shock in her voice.
“Oh no, he’s too much of a gentleman. He just said that if you guys had fucked, he’d do my usual serve.” Art said slyly. Tashi’s body stiffened.
“Oh… Where you put the ball in between the handle and the…”
“Yep, so he does the serve and I knew you two had slept together. Man! That really set me off, you remember Tashi! When you yelled at me in the lunch hall?”
“I remember, yeah. So, when you did that serve today, Patrick…” She said, looking him hard in the eyes. “You were…” Patrick returned Tashi’s hard look.
“Mhm.”
“Art, you know about…”
“About last night, about Atlanta. On some level, I think I knew anyway. I saw you two in Atlanta. I think I tried to convince myself it was a dream. But I always knew, deep down. There’s no getting rid of Patrick Zweig.”
“Who would want to? Other than you two idiots.” Patrick said laughingly. Art laughed too but his smile faded as he looked back at Tashi.
“So, yeah. I know. It’s okay. I don’t know what we’re gonna do but… I’m okay.” Tashi looked at the table. An entire range of emotions flitted over her face as she did so while Art and Patrick exchanged cautious glances.
“Tashi, I have a proposal,” Patrick said slowly. She looked up. “I still want you to be my coach.” She laughed suddenly, looking at him. The fear in her eyes betrayed her smile.
“I’m serious!” Patrick continued. “And… I think we should all fuck.” Art was as shocked at this as Tashi was.
“Patrick? What?” He questioned.
“Think about it. It’s a circle of sex. You and Tashi fuck, me and Tashi fuck, you and I…”
“Wait, wait, wait, I think I’m missing something. Did you two fuck?” Tashi asked.
“Not yet.” Patrick replied, giving Art a look like he wanted to eat him. Art’s face flushed an even deeper colour, his mouth slightly open. He could feel the saliva pooling in his mouth until he started, swallowing and glancing away quickly. He gave Tashi a look from below her, an admittance of a feeling he hadn’t explored since he was a teenager.
Tashi took her time as she chewed over the information given to her. She looked at Patrick, then Art, then downed her drink in a large gulp.
“Okay, then. Let’s take this upstairs.” Patrick laughed and raised an eyebrow. Art’s face was shocked, near terror as he watched his wife agree to something he could have only dreamed of at age 18. The boys looked at each other with faces that said ‘can you believe this?’, feeling like they had gotten away with something.
“Are you coming or what?” Tashi yelled behind her. They both bolted from their chairs.
~
Back at the hotel room, a shyness overcame Art. He had not expected Tashi to react this way but there she was, unbuttoning her pristine white shirt to reveal an expensive-looking balconette bra that pushed up her cleavage. He’d seen this sight a million times by now but the warmth of Patrick’s hands hugging him from behind was brand new. Patrick began kissing Art’s neck, his ear, nibbling gently until Art let out a moan. Tashi watched on with a hunger in her eyes. Patrick reached out a hand to her and pulled her in. Art was suddenly in between the two great loves of his life, being kissed, caressed, skin becoming tender in spots from their teeth. He had never felt this level of sensation before. The heat, the overwhelming feeling of lust from every angle. His cock stiffened quicker than it had in years. One hand reached forward to his wife's hip and the other found itself in Patrick's hair, his fingers gliding through the dark curls.
He pulled Patrick's head around to kiss him deeply while searching for the button on Tashi’s skirt, opening it with practiced dexterity. His fingers reached down and pressed the cotton of her underwear, feeling how wet she was from the anticipation. The two of them hadn't been intimate in a few weeks. It was a lot less regular than when they were just starting to date. He was always tired when she wanted to and she was always busy when he did, or at least that’s what she said. He had felt her slowly losing interest in his body the slower his career was becoming. Like she’d only been interested in fucking him when he was a champion for her. Something had been missing and it was only at this moment that the two of them realised what was really missing in their bedroom.
Patrick pulled Art’s polo off of him and then removed his own vest. He moved to Tashi, kissing her as Art pulled off his trousers. Patrick began removing Tashi’s skirt while Art pulled down Patrick's shorts. Bare skin writhed together in a dance of sensation. Art felt Patrick's huge cock grinding against his lower back. He felt the soft skin of Tashi’s breasts on his chest. His cock leaked some precum as he groaned in delight. Patrick pulled around beside the two of them to kiss Tashi. He pulled her face away and inserted two fingers into her mouth. She sucked and licked them with practised precision that Art felt slightly jealous of. His jealousy quickly dispersed when Patrick, fingers wet with Tashi’s spit, started playing with Art’s asshole.
Tashi lay back on the bed, knees apart.
“C’mere.” She said, beckoning her flushed, panting husband. He obeyed quickly, getting on his knees and crawling to her open legs. He kissed her thighs, slowly working his way upwards. He held her like she was a precious, fragile thing of reverence. He finally made it to her cunt, drinking from it like holy communion. He buried his nose in her crotch, smelling that familiar salty scent of her sweat and her skin. She moaned as he slowly, gently pulled his tongue flat across her vulva, teasing her clit now and then. She twitched each time his tongue grazed her clit.
Patrick watched this with delight. Art's toned body tensing as he increased his pressure while eating out Tashi was the perfect image to wank to. Unable to restrain himself, he brought himself behind Art. He let his hands glide down Art’s back and to his thighs, stopping to squeeze his cheeks. He kissed Art’s lower back down to the rim of his asshole and worked his tongue around it, down to his taint, to his balls. Art let out a moan while eating out Tashi and the sensation of his hot breath on her pussy made her quiver.
They continued like this for a while, increasing in strength and speed until Tashi came, gripping the headboard with her back arched upwards, juddering breaths bringing her back to earth.
She sat up on her elbows.
“Having fun there, Patrick?” She asked, seeing that Patrick was now eating Art's ass as he panted, face down on the mattress. Patrick slowly rose and started rubbing his cock on Art's wet hole.
“Could be having more fun. Artie, out of curiosity, do you perhaps let Tashi fuck you?” Tashi smirked.
“How could you tell?” She answered for him.
“Well, as a modern bisexual slut, I have become fairly familiar with a well-used asshole.” He said, popping a finger into Art’s with ease.
“I wasn't lying when I said I'd let her fuck me with a racket.” Art said, muffled into the sheets. Patrick grinned, slowly pushing his finger in deeper. Art moaned.
“Would you like some lube?” Tashi asked, pulling out the container from the side table.
“You have lube with you?” Patrick giggled.
“Never leave home without it.” Tashi pumped a generous pouring of chilly slickness onto Art’s asshole. Art shuddered pleasurably with the cold sensation suddenly meeting his sensitive areas. As she rubbed Patrick’s cock with the scentless lube, she said, “I want you to be good to my man, Pat. I want you to make my boy feel so good. Can you do that for me?”
Her hands worked Patrick’s head and shaft in the way he liked best and he managed out a whimpered “Yes…” in-between gasps and moans. She smirked up at his face scrunched up with ecstasy.
“Good. Give my Art the best fucking of his life.” Art had been watching this side-long, surprised at himself for how hot he found it. He had been so jealous at the idea of Patrick and Tashi, yet now faced with it, he would have paid money to watch their passionate exchange. Only right now, he was getting the benefits in the flesh.
“Get on to the bed, baby,” Tashi murmured to Art. “On your side. Good boy.” Art got into the position he liked best. He’d do anything to hear Tashi pleased with him. He breathed heavy in anticipation. Tashi tapped her tacky fingers onto Art’s asshole, loosening the muscles. She slid two fingers inside, working back and forth slowly. He whimpered, dribbling precum and saliva onto the sheets. Patrick moaned in pleasure while he pulled gently on his cock now slippery with lube and ready for Art. Tashi let him take over, rubbing the head of his cock on Art's hungry entrance.
“Please, Patrick. I want it so bad…” Art pleaded.
“Do it, Patrick. Let’s give our boy what he wants.”
“Yes, yes, please, I want your cock!” Patrick couldn't hold off any more. He plunged his erection into Art’s desperate little hole. Art moaned out in pleasure. Patrick let out a loud, deep grunt as he felt Art’s hot, tight insides.
“Oh wow, Art, you feel amazing!” Patrick thrust slowly and deeply. Tashi watched on, fingers playing around her clit. She had never felt so envious of two people at the same time and it made her incredibly horny. Patrick increased his speed gradually. He could feel every muscle in Art's body tensing and easing in a rhythm Patrick had felt before but never in this way. The experience was overwhelming, the moans of all three people scrambled his brain and he lost control. He let out a yell as he felt the sharp, hot lightning jolt through his body and exploded deep inside Art’s guts. Breath ragged, he folded on top of Art, still inside him.
“Sorry… I… normally last… longer- I just…” he panted out. He slowly pulled his cock out of Art’s ass and the cum trickled down onto his pale, toned thighs. Art wriggled around onto his back as Patrick fell onto his chest. They shared a deep, sweet kiss. Pulling away to breathe, Patrick landed his head onto Art’s chest.
“I'll take it as a compliment.” He smirked.
“You should fuck Tashi, too. If you both have half as much fun as that was, I'd say this is a roaring success.” Patrick rolled over next to Art. Art got up on his elbows and looked at his wife. She had been masturbating almost involuntarily at the sight of her husband being topped by another man. They locked eyes and he looked at her pleadingly.
“Was that good for you? Have I been good?” He breathed out the questions.
“That was very good, baby.” She pulled her fingers out of herself and held them out; perfect short, french manicure covered in thick, shiny juices. He dove to suck them clean, licking her fingers like he was a starving man.
“You took that dick so nicely, I think you deserve some pussy.” She held his face with the hand he’d just been sucking onto. He smiled cutely with her smushing his face slightly.
“Thank you, Tashi.”
She climbed slowly onto Art's lap. Her pussy was so wet that when it touched Art’s cock, he let out a small gasp. Tashi took his penis in her hand and glided the soft, wet folds of her vulva up and down his hard shaft. She jerked every time her clit made contact with his skin and when she couldn't wait any more, slid him inside of her. They groaned and Art could feel her warm wetness as well as the cum dripping out of his own asshole.
Tashi rode Art deep and slow, clenching her pelvic muscles in pleasure around his hard cock. She increased in energy the closer she got to cumming again, each orgasm building on the last. She shrieked out then choked on the air, unable to breathe from her scrambled brain. Art took this opportunity to push her onto her back, increasing in speed as her orgasm was pushed further, further. She was a mess: writhing, gripping the sheets, pulling expressions with an animation anyone outside of this room would find impossible on a woman normally so refined. She pulled at her own hair, breathing became close to hyperventilation as Art’s pace kept at a speed and strength only an elite athlete would be capable of.
“Patrick, kiss me.” Art demanded. Patrick complied immediately, grabbing and kissing Art as he pumped white, hot cum into his wife. He yelped out against Patrick’s face, foreheads held tightly together even as Art finished his final strokes. Art stayed there, kissing Patrick with an ardent desire and his cock still buried in Tashi’s cunt. She was knocked senseless at this point, jerking now and then from after-shocks. When she finally gathered herself together enough to pull herself off of Art’s penis, the two men pulled apart and sat back in the bed, Tashi between them.
“Wow… Excuse me, boys.” She got up to go to the hotel’s ensuite bathroom.
Patrick and Art lay across from each other on the bed. They laughed sheepishly at each other, eyes locked.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” Art beamed at Patrick.
“Just two days ago, you basically told me to fuck off. Now, you’re begging me to fuck you.” Patrick laughed. Art gave Patrick a playful nudge, laughing at the situation just as much.
“Well, two days ago you were going to steal my wife. Now it looks like you’re going to steal us both.”
“I’m not stealing. Tashi was mine first and… so were you.” Patrick looked down at Art’s chin. His mouth turned down into a withheld sob.
“Hey… I’m sorry. I think I knew… The first time we kissed, but… I didn’t- I didn’t know how to-”
“I know. Me neither. I got so caught up in the game and I think it was to keep myself from having to confront if that was real or not. It took me years before I slept with a man for the first time but when I did, all I could think about was that night when we were 18.”
“What was he like?”
“Twinky. Hot. Gave me insane head that I still think about sometimes.”
“A hot twink blowjob… I’d love to beat his record.” Art said with a sly smile.
“I’m sure you will soon. Have you been practising on Tashi’s strap?” Patrick teased as Art’s face burned red. “It’s so true, wow! Do you think of me? I bet you do!”
The two men laughed together like old friends and lifelong lovers, as if the rift between them had never happened. As if they were able to rewrite the past with this one night, the beginning of an uncharted territory of a dynamic that fed the three involved much better than anything they’d done before. When Tashi returned from the bathroom, the three of them fell into a blissful sleep, intertwined in each others’ limbs as much as their fates.