Chapter 43

Barry, too, was hard. And not surprisingly, so was Jimmy.

Rubbing against each other soon proved unsatisfactory, so zippers were lowered and dicks fished out.

They positioned themselves on their sides in what they called their suck triangle. Barry went down on Jake, Jimmy sucked Barry while Jake worked on Jimmy. With all the ramped up emotions, it didn’t take them long before they came. Jimmy was first, Jake following a close second. Finally Barry lost his load to Jimmy’s expert ministrations.

After tucking their dicks away, they rearranged themselves on the bed—Barry as usual sandwiched between his cowboys. No one spoke. It wasn’t necessary. Barry wasn’t leaving and Jimmy and Jake finally understood why he was staying.

Jimmy’s growling stomach broke the peace.

“Fucking typical,” Jake muttered. “He gets off, then he needs feeding.”

“Is my blue cowboy hungry?” Barry asked softly, rubbing Jimmy’s stomach.

“Yeah,” Jimmy admitted, nuzzling Barry’s neck. “Maybe just you and me could find a quiet candlelit table somewhere and—”

“Fuck that,” Jake snorted.

“You just said you weren’t hungry. I am, and I’m guessing Barry could eat, too. So what’s the problem?” Jimmy asked.

“First, I didn’t say I wasn’t hungry, and Barry hasn’t said he wants to eat with you.”

Barry turned over and caressed Jake’s face. “Are you hungry?” He leaned in and kissed Jake’s lips.

Jake returned the kiss. “I could eat, yes.”

“Me, too.” Feeling devilish, he pointed to the far side of the room. “I saw a leaflet for a Japanese place on the desk. You want some sushi and seaweed?”

Their answer came quickly in the form of two pillows smacking him on the side.

“I’m sure it’d be romantic and candlelit.” He fended off a second wave of pillows. “Okay, okay. I spotted a Subway near the entrance to the tube. Not very romantic and I’m sure there won’t be candles, but the food might be more to your liking.”

“Yeah,” Jake said, dropping his pillow and kissing Barry.

“Can my cowboys tackle a foot long sub between them?” Barry asked.

“I could manage a foot long on my own,” Jimmy insisted.

Predictably, Jake also said he could, too.

“Okay then. We’ll eat, have a drink, then it’s back up here to—”

“Get down to some real fucking!” Jimmy said, leaping to his feet and reaching for his shirt

It wasn’t the romantic evening Barry had hoped for, but his men were happy, their relationship was as secure as ever, and Barry knew he couldn’t ask for more. 9

Barry stepped out of the lift. Immediately Jimmy took Barry’s hand, and Barry reached for Jake’s. Together, they walked across the foyer.

Ever since the meltdown of the previous evening, Jimmy had needed to be physically connected to Barry as much as possible. Even Jake, who was naturally pretty demonstrative, had increased his touching. And if he were being honest, Barry wanted the reassurance of the contact just as much as his men did.

Davina, in another all black outfit, was sitting on one of the sofas opposite the reception desk, reading a magazine. She looked up when the three men approached. Her eyebrows rose slightly, then she smiled.

“Yes, we’re together, but I hope you won’t feel the need to put it in your article,” Barry told her. Although if she did write about it, Barry knew he wouldn’t lose any sleep over it.

Shaking her head, Davina asked, “Why are the hot ones always either gay or taken?”

You think I’m hot?” Jimmy asked, running his free hand down his chest.

“She meant me, dipshit,” Jake said.

Barry rolled his eyes.

“I meant all of you,” Davina said, putting down the magazine, getting to her feet, and offering her hand to each man. “I’m only here to talk to you about your game, your reactions to winning three awards, and what your future plans are in the gaming world.”

They discussed where to go to eat brunch, but as Davina was the native, they left the final choice to her.

“I’ve got a place in mind,” she told them. “It isn’t fancy or anything, but the food’s good and the portions are generous.”

“Sounds like our sort of place,” Jake told her, with Jimmy nodding in agreement.

So they left the hotel and Davina hailed a cab.

“I’ve seen ‘em on TV, but never thought I’d get to ride in one,” Jake said, opening the door of the black London taxi and gesturing for Davina to get in first.

Barry settled himself next to Davina on the backseat.

Davina pointed to the two folding seats that faced them. “You two could sit on the dickey seats if you don’t mind traveling backward.”

His cowboys didn’t mind at all and kept up a lively chatter about what they could see and what they hoped to see while still in London.