“Well, gentlemen, what did you have in mind to while away the hours of our Friday night?” Riker asked, stacking his hands behind his head.
“I didn’t realize this was such a formal occasion. Should I change into fancier clothes?” Lochlan teased.
“You’re already wearing too much, Gorgeous,” Artair responded.
A blush swept over his skin, and Artair’s blood flowed south. Lochlan’s shyness beckoned him with the same strength as Riker’s blunt sexiness.
“Damn, but you look good,” Riker said. “I bet you get flushed like that when you come.”
Instead of being embarrassed, Lochlan grinned. “I don’t have a mirror around when that happens.”
“Pity,” Artair remarked.
“You’re an aqua mage, manipulate your element so there’s a curtain of water that reflects,” Riker suggested.
“Perhaps he’s a little too busy to worry about magic,” Artair said. “Or his partners in the past have objected.”
“I haven’t had any partners in the past,” Lochlan muttered.
“Perhaps partner isn’t a good word,” Artair remarked. “It suggests a level of intimacy that doesn’t exist between two people getting together to fuck.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever referred to the guys in my past as partners,” Riker commented.
“I’ve never had sex before,” Lochlan blurted out.
Riker sat up straight. “You haven’t?”
“No. It’s a rather long story, but I tried once. I couldn’t find any takers,” Lochlan explained.
“You went somewhere in that body, with that face, and couldn’t find anyone willing to have sex?” Riker asked. “How is that possible?”
Lochlan’s gaze hit the bed, and he shrugged. “Perhaps as my mate you see me in a way others don’t.”
“While I disagree with the notion that it’s something to do with our matebond that makes us attracted to you, the important part of this discussion is for you to understand that we do want you and we think you’re gorgeous,” Artair explained.
“I don’t really care what anyone besides you two thinks, anyway. I find you both attractive too.”
“Have you kissed anyone?” Riker asked.
With a shake of his head, Lochlan continued to stare at his lap. “No.”
“Do you want to?” Artair asked.
The aqua mage’s eyes met Artair’s, and there was no mistaking the need in the pale depths. “I’d like that very much.”
“Artair, you should kiss him first,” Riker ordered.
“You met him first.”
“It’s not that easy. It’s Lochlan’s first kiss ever. Not only is it important to him personally, but to us as a trio. We need to move forward making sure no one is slighted or left out,” Artair said. “This warrants discussion.”
“I’ll kiss him right after you do…unless we should kiss second.”
“I told you it was complicated.”
“It’s not,” Lochlan replied. “We can share a simple kiss three-ways. I want my first kiss to be with both of you.”
“Clearly, he’s the brains and beauty in this relationship,” Riker crowed.
Artair grinned in full agreement. “Shall we?”
To keep Lochlan from overthinking, Artair cupped his neck in his hand and did the same to Riker, bringing them both forward slowly. After closing his eyes, Artair gently pressed his lips to both his mates at the same time. It was chaste, simple, and perfect. A sense of beauty swept through Artair, and he vowed to move whatever mountains or cross any river to make sure they were together.