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Prologue

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The key to getting away with lying is making people believe you’re naive. By adopting a benign, childlike innocence, you can fool even the smartest of people. Behind those seemingly scared, deep brown deer eyes hides a predator. It’s a skill, and Jett, well, he’s a master of the craft.

Or so I’m beginning to realize.

In fact, I wonder: has there ever been a moment in his life where he’s actually told the truth?

Streetlights cast a warm, golden glow, their reflections shimmering on the wet pavement. Cars moved slowly, their tires splashing through shallow puddles, while pedestrians hurried along under umbrellas, adding to the rainy evening’s quiet lullaby.

Inside an apartment building on the city’s outskirts, the rain’s music was oddly soothing. The dim lighting cast soft shadows across the room, highlighting the gentle curves of intertwined bodies under dark brown sheets.

Three bodies lay together in a tangle of limbs and sheets: Jett, Dami, and Eden. The heat of their post-coital bodies lingered in the air. Their breaths mingled, a blend of satisfaction and hunger for more.

Jett mewled against Eden’s heavy kiss, his lips overwhelmed and drowning him. The muscular man, with his fingers tangled in Jett’s dark locks, moaned against his mouth. Despite his cum still pooling out of Jett’s wet front hole and drying up on areas of Dami’s chest, he was quickly growing aroused again. He couldn’t help it.

Dami watched them make out with an entertained glint in her eye. She placed small kisses on Jett’s left shoulder, gently and tenderly rubbing the stump where his arm would have been.

When Eden forcefully pulled Jett’s hair, the younger male choked out a moan. Their lips broke apart as his head was tugged in the direction Eden had pulled. His breaths came out raspy and ragged as he welcomed oxygen back into his starving lungs. He felt Dami’s fingers slide back and forth against the hardening buds of his nipples, twisting them and arousing him further. He wanted to go another round on Eden’s cock, or Dami’s strap, or maybe even both at the same time. He was so turned on he was starting to get delirious. Being dominated and pampered like this by two of the sexiest people he had ever met—how could he not?

They took care of him before, during, and after their bedroom activities. He bit his bottom lip, his tongue grazing over the piercings on his lips that were now practically hot against his lips after that bruising kiss.

“You’re incredible, Jett,” Eden whispered against the right side of Jett’s parted lips before pressing a wet kiss on his hot skin. “So fucking gorgeous.” He studied Jett’s half-lidded lewd expression, brushing the man’s bangs away from his face. “Is it too soon to say I’m in love with you?” he joked. His tone was a dead giveaway.

Jett knew it was a joke, yet his heart lurched, reacting violently. Dami choked out a laugh from Jett’s left side at Eden’s lust-driven ramble. Jett joined them in laughing a little, though all he could think about was getting railed into the bed for their third round that rainy evening.

He reached under the covers for Eden’s hardening length, and the man reacted exactly like Jett had hoped. Eden immediately rutted into his small palm, needy and a little pathetic. Jett had to fight back an amused laugh. He stroked him, his grip on Eden’s length firm and confident. Eden grunted against his cheek.

“Look at you,” Dami eyed Jett with dominance as she licked her middle and ring fingers before the digits disappeared below the sheets. She sought out Jett’s front hole, and he eagerly opened his legs at the touch of her fingers on his sensitive dick. When her fingers plunged inside him, he gasped, his eyes slowly falling closed, and angling his head back as her fingers settled deeper into the wet cavern of his front hole. She admired him wholly.

“What do you want right now?” Her voice was like a lullaby, sweet and gentle on his ears. His eyes slid open again, his breaths coming out in short gasps as Dami continued fingering him, curling her fingers and spreading them while running her thumb over his dick repeatedly. Jett attempted to achieve more friction by bucking against her fingers.

He sloppily kept up his strokes on Eden’s full erection. “How- how could I want anything else but this?” His voice came out raspy and throaty, pleading for more.

“Good boy,” she whispered against his lips before their mouths met in a raunchy open-mouthed kiss. Tongues met, heads angled, and hot skin pressed against each other. Loose strands of Dami’s dark brown hair fell from her disheveled ponytail, and she brushed them back behind her ear.

She picked up the speed of her fingers, the two digits inside him flexing repeatedly as she thrust faster and deeper. His wetness created a squelching sound audible even past the thin covers over their tangled, sweat-covered bodies.

“Fuck,” Jett gasped against Dami’s swollen lips. She loved the way that word sounded in Jett’s voice. So erotic. So vulgar. Yet strangely cute.

“Are you gonna cum on my fingers, bunny?” she teased, picking up on the telltale signs that his orgasm was near. Jett could barely formulate a word, just mewls, grunts, and sweet moans as Dami’s fingers worked faster and harder inside him.

Eden kept himself engaged by nipping at the young man’s pale skin, leaving mouth-shaped bruises on his collarbone.

“Don’t stop,” Jett gasped, his eyes closed as he focused on his building release. Dami watched his beautiful expressions—the way he bit his bottom lip, tugging at the metal of his vertical labret. His thin eyebrows furrowed, and his long lashes fluttered repeatedly. She could stare at this picture all day, every day. “Please. Please. P-please,” he started begging, as he did every time he was just about to fall apart.

His heels dug into the bed as he lifted his hips off the mattress. Dami chased, thrusting until she was sure her hand was cramping, but it was worth it if the result was seeing Jett in this vulnerable state.

“Mgh fuuuck,” he dragged out as he orgasmed. His thighs shook, and he thrust upwards harshly, squirting and wetting the sheet covering them as well as the bed sheet below.

“Mm, that’s it,” Dami encouraged with a pleased smile as he unraveled beneath her like a ball of yarn tumbling down a hill. When he was done, he collapsed on the bed, his limbs returning to rubber. She gave one last thrust of her fingers and flicked his bottom growth, causing him to gasp, shiver, and twitch. Then she finally pulled out her fingers. Sticky and wet and covered in his juices.

Before he had even begun to recover, Eden was sitting up, hastily pulling back the covers, and then pulling Jett to the edge of the bed by his legs. Watching Jett orgasm that hard, so raw and unfiltered, almost made him cum. Thank goodness he didn’t.

He spread Jett’s thighs apart, eyes locked with Jett’s glazed over onyx eyes, and aligned their hips for round three.

This part was always Jett’s favorite.

The aftercare. The cuddling. The kissing and hugging. It all felt so intimate, and it shouldn’t mean anything. After all, it’s what lovers do, and they aren’t lovers.

But still, it does mean *something, and he doesn’t know how he feels about it.

They were finally settling down for the night after cleaning up whatever bodily fluids they could, all three of them totally spent, weak, and exhausted from the evening’s activities. This time, Eden lay in the middle, with Jett on his right side and Dami on his left, both cuddling into his body with his muscled arms over both their bodies like a safety blanket.

Jett wrapped his arm around Eden’s firm torso. His body heat was soothing, easing Jett’s aching muscles, and Eden’s scent clouded up his thoughts. Crisp, clean undertones of bergamot from his body wash, as well as other notes of sophisticated yet rugged warmth. The feeling of Eden’s hand running up and down his arm nearly put him to sleep. For a while, he hadn’t thought about his father once.

Suddenly, his phone pinged loudly from the pocket of his black denim jacket still lying on the floor somewhere in the room. He immediately shot up and out of Eden’s arms, the sleep disappearing from his eyes. Then he hopped out of bed to turn on the bedroom lights in search of the device.

Dami and Eden winced at the sudden change in lighting, then watched him quizzically as he found his phone, took it out, and scrolled through. He stood there in his nakedness, reading whatever was sent to him with furrowed brows.

“Is everything okay?” Dami asked, sitting up a little, the covers falling and exposing her breasts.

“Yeah, uhm—” He looked off in thought momentarily as he turned off his phone. “I gotta go,” he said, immediately beginning to search for the rest of his clothes.

“Wait, right now? Jett, it’s 2 in the morning. Just stay here, I’m sure whatever it is can wait till the morning,” Dami joked.

Jett just shook his head as he grabbed his glasses from Eden’s dresser and put them on, then slipped on his white button-up shirt, quickly doing up the buttons despite being handicapped. “It’s not that big of a deal, but it also can’t wait till morning,” he said, shooting her an apologetic look as he shimmied into his pants.

Eden scoffed, a bitter smile playing on his lips. “Typical. You always do this,” he said, sitting up and throwing his legs over the side to get out of bed as well.

“What?” Jett looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“Was that Kai?” Eden asked, standing up. He looked so damn sexy standing there buck naked with his dick out, but Jett had to stay on topic.

“What does Kai have to do with anything?” He chuckled uncomfortably at the mention of his friend—well, ex.

“I don’t know, you tell me. It’s interesting how, the second you’re done playing out your poly lovers fantasy, you go running to good ol’ golden retriever energy Kai. Are you guys fucking?”

Jett was appalled. “Oh my god. Don’t act like this is all one-sided. I mean, Saint seems to be at your place a lot. Is he helping you with that?” He pointed to the PC build scattered out in parts on Eden’s desk, which was still a work in progress.

“Yeah, actually, he is. Saint cares about me and my feelings. He doesn’t just sneak into my place in the middle of the night to use me for sex and then try to hide it from everyone,” Eden retorted, his voice rising. He stood a good couple of inches taller than Jett, and thus had to look down at his dark eyes behind big framed glasses, which slowly clouded with venom.

“Well, I’m sorry I made you feel that way. But ‘he cares about you’? Really? After everything I’ve learned about the guy, I find that very hard to believe,” Jett countered coldly.

Eden’s nose flared a little. “You know what, just leave. We aren’t your sex toys, Jett. If you’re so sexually deprived, I’m sure selling yourself online along with your art might help. There’s a whole demographic of people out there who would eat up your whole mysterious queer artist shtick and gladly flood your DMs for sex.”

Jett’s face scrunched in anger. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” His voice rose. “You made it clear from the start that you’re only interested in doing this casually, which is fine with me. But now all of a sudden it’s a problem? Fuck off. And by the way, you have no idea what it’s like navigating the world as a trans, disabled person of color. But then… why am I even surprised? You’re a white, cis man and only see the world according to Eden and what Eden wants,” his tone was just as cold as Eden’s, if not more.

“Guys,” Dami’s firm voice attempted to cut the tension.

“Get out,” Eden’s bright hazel eyes didn’t waver or leave Jett’s onyx-colored eyes.

“I was just leaving,” Jett snipped back. The shorter man grabbed his jacket and phone off the bed and left the room. His feet padded down the stairs, and a few beats went by before the front door opened and closed.

“Fuck!” Eden cursed in annoyance, grabbed his shorts off the ground and left for the bathroom before Dami could say anything. He didn’t care if Jett was seeing his ex again. No, he was so sure he couldn’t care less. Rather, it’s the lies, the secrets, the elusive half-truths, and deception. It’s stupid that he cares, but he does. He just does.