By Any Other Name by Tia Fielding

wouldn’t have to talk to either of the others again. Their bedroom door was open just a little bit, and when he passed it, he heard something that made him stop.
     
    It was a husky chuckle from Thom, and somehow the sound made Skye shiver.
     
    “You lay like that only when you want something specific, babe,” Thom said inside the room, and Skye moved just enough to see.
     
    Dru was lying on his stomach in the middle of the bed. His face was turned away from the door, and Skye couldn’t tell what he said to Thom. The blond was naked; the comforter was pushed away and almost falling off the bed.
     
    “Can you keep quiet?” Thom asked, and Dru nodded.
     
    Skye swallowed hard, trying to tell himself it was wrong to keep watching, that it was a private moment.
     
    Thom, who had been hidden from Skye’s view, stepped into his line of sight and got on the bed, moving so that he was kneeling between Dru’s spread legs. Glued to the spot he was standing in, Skye watched as the older man’s hands glided from Dru’s calves to his thighs and over the swell of the round ass to his back and shoulders and then back again. When Dru squirmed a bit, lifting his butt again, Thom chuckled and leaned over his lover to kiss his neck.
     
    Thom kissed a trail down Dru’s back, and when he got to the top of Dru’s buttocks, he didn’t stop. Instead, he nudged Dru enough for the blond to raise himself a bit, enough to have his butt stuck up in the air.
     
    With wide eyes, Skye looked at the naked man leaning over his lover to kiss Dru there , between his buttocks. The sound Dru made, a sort of mewl, went straight to Skye’s belly. It felt like someone squeezed at his lower stomach. The feeling was strange.
     
    Thom kept licking and kissing Dru’s opening, and Skye could see only one thing about the scene: love. It was clear that whatever Thom did, it was because he adored Dru, and when Thom finally lifted his face, Dru’s disagreement was clear from his whine.
     
    “No, babe, I have to stop. I want more,” Thom said and leaned toward the nightstand, from which he produced a bottle. He poured some clear liquid on his hand and coated his cock with it before wiping the rest from his hands on Dru’s proffered ass.
     
    It was clear Thom had enjoyed pleasing his lover—it wasn’t just something he did to please Dru, but something he had done for them both. The evidence of his arousal was an impressive hard-on.
     
    Suddenly there was a panic forming in Skye’s mind. He knew what happened now, though he hadn’t been given anything more than a little bit of spit as lubricant. It hurt, it always hurt, and even though he knew better now from what he had heard and read, it couldn’t feel good. Yet there he was, glued to the spot, watching Thom stroke Dru’s back as he pushed into the blond’s smaller body.
     
    After he was all the way in, Thom stopped. The pounding in Skye’s ears and the dizzy feeling were awful, but he made himself watch, wait. When the couple moved again, it was Dru who rocked his hips despite the intrusion and made Thom moan in a low tone.
     
    “Move, love. Move,” Dru said, rising to his forearms, and then Thom moved.
     
    The whole thing was as if choreographed. They moved in synch with each other, and when Thom moved his hand, Skye could see that Dru was just as hard.
     
    “I love you,” Dru whispered just loudly enough for the words to drift to Skye’s ears.
     
    Those words were what finally made him move. He dragged his feet away from the door as quietly as possible and sneaked into his room, closing the door and feeling more grateful than ever for the silent mechanism of the lock.
     
    He walked quickly to his bed and got under the covers. Luckily, the bathroom in between the bedrooms worked as soundproofing, and no sounds penetrated the walls. For a long time Skye lay there in his bed, thoughts spinning in his head endlessly. When he finally let himself revisit the memory of the scene he