I was all ready for a quiet night at home when someone knocked on the door. I threw Kyle a look, and he shrugged. He was holding a bowl of popcorn in one hand, and a beer in the other. I stepped around the couch, and opened the door. Standing there, wearing a smile that said 'please don't hate me' was Dan, one of Kyle's good friends. I realized that my night alone with Kyle was gone.
"Hey, Dan," I said.
"Hey. Kyle said, um, it would be cool if I kind of hung out with you guys, tonight."
"Yeah, sure." I said. "No problem." I turned and gave Kyle a look that said "Yes, problem." He shrugged in response.
I ducked back into the kitchen, and found two bottles of beer cracked open already.
Kyle stepped around me, and gave Dan a quick hug and a single strong pat on the back "Yeah," he said. "Dan's been having problems withβ"
"Karen," Dan said.
"Right. Karen. I figured he could use a good night out. Or, you know, in," he said, holding up his beer.
"I hope I'm notβ" Dan started.
"Not at all," Kyle said. "Right, Kevin?" He puckered his bottom lip.
"Right," I said, giving up. I grabbed both bottles of beer and handed one to Dan.
"Thanks," he said. I nodded back at him.
"So, we were just about to watch a movie," Kyle said.
"Sounds good," Dan said.
The movie was good. About fifteen minutes into it, I finally gave up being bitter about Kyle's surprise, and found myself having a good time. I let myself fall into Kyle, my shoulder falling beneath his armpit and my head resting on his shoulder. Halfway through the movie and my third beer, I realized that I couldn't keep my eyes off of Dan. He was sitting on love seat across from us, relaxed and leaning back. He was wearing shirt with cut-off sleeves for our college soccer team; he and Kyle were both on the team together. For shorts he was wearing a matching pair of athletic shorts that hung loosely over his legs. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch, wondering if I could make out a hint of anything beneath the nylon fabric. Each time he shifted in his seat my eyes darted back between his legs, hoping for something to shift and give itself away.
The movie ran for almost an hour over its runtime, as we kept stopping it for beer, popcorn, and piss breaks. Near the end, I started feeling bold from the beer and I let my hand fall on Kyle's crotch in a way that looked relaxed and natural but was actually completely calculated. I expected Kyle to move it, but he didn't. Instead, he lifted his hips a little, shifting in his seat but definitely pushing against me. It didn't take long for his dick to stiffen beneath my hand. I looked up at him, but he kept his eyes on the television, so I looked over at Dan and watched him for a few minutes longer.
Kyle turned his head to look down at me, and whispered:
"Hey," he said. I looked up at him. "Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure," I said.
He moved in closer, until his lips were right against my ear. "After the movie, I want you to give Dan a blow job."
"What? No way," I said, no longer quite whispering. Dan looked over at us. I slid my hand off of Kyle's dick.
Kyle lifted a finger to his lips. "Shh," he said. "I'm serious."
You have got to be fucking kidding me, I thought. Kyle and I had been together for a little over a year, and had been nothing but monogamous.
"I really want to see you do it," Kyle said.
"Dan's straight," I said.
"Dan's a drunk frat boy."
"You watch too much porn."
"He told me he wanted to try it."
"Bullshit."
"Last night. Over beers." Kyle had been out last night with Dan. "That's why I invited him over, tonight."
"You're such a dick."
"I know you wanted tonight to be just us, but I also know you're kind of into Dan."
"I am not."
"Fuck you, dude. You haven't taken your eyes off of him all night."
"Yeah, that doesn't mean I want to blow him."
"You totally do. And I want to watch you do it." He grabbed my hand and dropped it onto his crotch again. Rock hard.
"Everything all right over there, guys?" Dan said. I pulled my hand free again.