"Hey babe, listen to this."

"What's up?" Alan wanted to know. He turned towards me, one arm straying protectively around my shoulders when he got a look at my new friend, then he noticed the hand in my lap and his voice hardened. "Who the hell is this?"

Good question. Before I could admit I didn't know, the guy said, "Hey, I'm Julian. Put it there." He released my fly to extend his hand out for Alan, who glared at it but didn't shake it. Julian played it off, signaling for the bartender instead. "What about that drink, eh? While you discuss it amongst yourselves. Take your time."

"Discuss what?" Alan asked. I let him pull me closer, turning on my barstool to put Julian behind me. Alan's a little broader than me, wide chest, narrow hips, a handsome man with just the hint of grey at his temples even though he's barely in his thirties. His pale eyes have a way of narrowing when he's bothered or upset, and his mouth puckers into a tight little bow that makes me want to do anything I can to loosen it again. The tell-tale lines were beginning to crop up around his lips -- I knew I had just a few seconds to convince him things were cool and could get a hell of a lot better before he got pissed about that hand between my legs. Hell, Julian hadn't even touch anything yet. "Chris?" Alan prompted. "Who is that guy?"

Lowering my voice, I tried to keep the excitement out of it. "Look at his mouth." Alan leaned past me to take another look and I breathed in his faint scent, a familiar blend of aftershave and the sweet, cherry flavored cigars he liked to smoke. God, I couldn't believe we were doing this. A threesome, really. I'd never been with more than one man at a time and here this guy just offers like he does it every day. Well, with a mouth like that ...

Alan frowned at me. "What about it? Did he proposition you?"

"Us," I clarified. "He offered to blow us both, Alan."

My lover downed the rest of his beer and shook his head. "Drink up and we're out of here. You want a blowjob? We can talk about it when we get home."

I tried again. "He needs the cash --"

"So you'd cheat on me just because some bum wants to make a buck?" Alan asked, his voice slightly raised.

I glanced behind me at Julian, who was staring into an icy mug as the bartender filled it with froth from the tap. "Alan, please," I said. "It's not cheating if we do it together, is it?"