This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find
here.
I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.
Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including male bisexuality, interracial sex, light incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. This particular chapter is heavier on sex between men than some of the more recent chapters. If that or any of these other subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading!
Author's Note:
I apologize for how long it took this chapter to get out, but given that the last chapter only hit 1k views recently, I figured many of you were unable to keep up with my ambitious writing schedule, and I decided to take a bit of a break from the world of the Elysium to write some stand-alone stories for the various contests coming up. My Valentine's Day contest entry is up, and I'd love it if you give it a read - it's a romance, not interracial, so it may not be for my usual fans, but I enjoyed writing it and it was a nice diversion. I finished a piece for the 750 word challenge as well that's also set in Vegas, but a complete stand alone. I'm also working on another story that will be longer for one of the summer contests. As you can tell by today's story, the pace is picking up a bit, and we're getting closer to some resolutions. Thanks to everybody who has commented, written me privately, liked and followed!
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The weekend flew by without any further incident. Each day my ribs and arm felt better, and on Sunday the physical therapist visited the Elysium and helped put me through my paces on my arm, giving me a stress ball to squeeze and making sure I was still on the path to a quick recovery. She also signed off on allowing me some "low impact sexual activity" after I asked. She said as long as I wasn't going crazy, and there was no pressure on my ribs or arm, I should be cleared to get back in the saddle. This was welcome news, because I was getting tired of handjobs.
I worked a little more on my ideas for the Oasis, but I kept them to myself. I wanted to have a fully fleshed out idea, with plans and costs and the like before I started sharing them with anybody. Granted, I couldn't do this all on my own. I was going to need to involve Claire, at a minimum, because she'd be able to pull together the quotes and potential price tag of the renovations, and I figured I'd need Nyla to do artist renderings. Granted, all this was just back of the napkin stuff. Eventually we'd get a real design firm and real contractors and tighten all this up, but at the very least, before I went into a meeting with Mom and Sol to pitch my idea, I wanted to be able to give them something more than "Hey, I was watching Casablanca and..." which was about all I had so far.
I also realized that I probably needed to actually go visit the Oasis and see for myself what we were working with. Operations had been pretty disrupted with the ongoing FBI investigations, but my understanding was that they would all be wrapping up this week and they'd be back to business as usual. I wasn't sure what to expect -- would the site become a tourist trap because it had been in the news so often? Or would people stay away from it, because of the negative association now?
I had become a major celebrity apparently, at least in the Elysium. There was no more wandering around the casino floor watching people play or hanging out in the sports book or one of the many bars by myself. People wanted selfies and autographs, and there was a solid split between people who had seen me on the news and people who had seen 'The Coliseum' scenes we shot in the Watergate.
Monday morning came bright and early. Avery was having breakfast with her mother, and I had been invited to Nyla's room for breakfast with her and the Trio. At least, I thought it was going to be Nyla, me and the Trio, but it turned into just me and Nyla and Lucy. Chloe had spent the night with her boyfriend Red, and Gabby and Lionel were downstairs in his apartment on the 5th floor, where the staff had their on-site residences.
I noticed a distinct change in the relationship between Lucy and Nyla. The trio had always been close, and I'd had sex with all of them together and with Nyla, although Nyla and I hadn't hooked up in weeks -- I'd been too busy with Avery and then back in DC -- but the little touches, gestures, nods and looks that Nyla and Lucy were giving each other were far more than the friendship or VP/assistant vibes I had always gotten from them before. They were acting like a couple.
"So, when did this all become a thing?" I said, pointing at the two of them with my fork, as we sat around the breakfast table in Nyla's room. Nyla was wearing her purple tracksuit, with the gold embroidery. Lucy wore Nyla's version of the Sinclair comfy bathrobe, with a stylized 'N' instead of the 'S' on the breast. I had on the standard version, my right arm in the sleeve and the left empty, just draped over me and my wounded wing. I wondered if I should get a 'J' one for me, but I wasn't keeping my own harem, unlike Nyla, so I didn't really feel the need to have my own branding.
Harem. Hmm. That sounded like a nice idea. What would Avery think? Better file that thought away for a rainy day.
"When did what all become a thing, boy?" Nyla asked, looking down her nose at me. "What are you babbling on about now?"
I gestured again, this time with my coffee cup, at her and Lucy. They were literally sitting next to each other, holding hands on the table while they ate their eggs. It was adorable, and completely weird.
"You two," I said. "Come on, guys. They didn't shoot me in the head. I'm not blind or brain damaged. You two. You're acting all lovey dovey. So, when did this all become a thing?"
Lucy smiled sweetly at me. "Thanks for noticing, Jack! Nyla seems to think everybody has always assumed we were together, but I keep telling her most people aren't that observant."
"Two weeks or so now, I suppose," Nyla said. "All the girls started pairing off. Chloe got that dork of hers, and when Gabby got back from her assignment, she and Lionel became inseparable. That just left me and Lucy together and well," Nyla said, looking at Lucy and giving her a grin. "We just did what came natural."
"I'm glad for you guys. It's nice to have someone to spend time with, someone who gets you," I told them. "I didn't realize it would feel as good as it does. I thought I would just want to go on fucking everything that moved and staying unattached, until I wasn't anymore," I told them, taking a sip of coffee.
"Boy, stop acting like you still aren't fucking everything that moves," Nyla said, scoffing at me. "You just got lucky you found a girl willing to let you do it," she said. "And what about her? Is she free to fuck whoever she wants?"
"Of course," I said. "I'm not a hypocrite. If I'm allowed to play, so is she. I'm not concerned with somebody stealing her away from me. Sex and love are different, and I love her," I said.
