The Third.

Two. The Proposition.

"Do you really think he's the one?" Alex asks me, his hand running along my spine as we lay in bed. "Not a doubt," I answer, turning to him. "You don't think he is?" He pulls me close and kisses me.

"I just wanted to double check. I knew he was when we saw him." I lean and kiss him, sucking his tongue into my mouth. "Should we go see him again tonight? Ask him, maybe?"

Alex falls to his back, his arm going over his face. "Yeah, we should. But maybe we should feel him out for a bit, flirt with him. See how he reacts."

"He reacted to both of us. He liked how I looked and he liked how you look. So I'm thinking he won't be too freaked by our idea. But yeah, we'll flirt. Make him blush and what not."

Alex nods and smiles, his face looking so happy. It reminds me again why I love him so much. He's beautiful, yes, but his smile warms me from the inside out. Four years and I still get butterflies when he smiles at me.

But, we're not shy about who we are and we never have been with each other. I'm a sexual creature, very much so, and Alex is my little bisexual babe. He loves me, I know he does. He just likes to fuck boys too. I can live with that.

We've done this a few times, bringing others into our bedroom. Once we brought a woman, and as much as it turned Alex on to watch us, it just didn't do it for me. Alex was fine with my rule of guys only, so every once in awhile, we go out scouting. Normally these little escapades last a night or two, a week or so if we're lucky.

"What time are you off tonight, babe?" Alex asks me, breaking off my train of thought. "I'm off at 6," I answer, reaching to run my fingers over his jaw. "Then we'll head over at like 7 or so? I'm sure he'll be there by then." I nod, kissing him once before getting up and getting ready for work. Tonight will be fun.

***

"Well you look hot, honey. Trying to work your magic?" Alex greets me, pulling me in for a kiss. He had a late meeting so I had a chance to run home and change, my low cut shirt just part of my scouting technique.

"Yes, but I can't compete with you in a suit. Damn, baby. I almost want to forget about this and go home and fuck just you." He smiles, my insides fluttering. "You're funny. Come on, let's get our boy."

When we walk in, it's quiet again. A few of the same people mill around as last night, regulars I assume. I turn and see the same beautiful man working behind the bar.

He's average height, I'd guess, but his dark hair that is short, but has a curl to it, is messy, he clearly spends little time on it. He has bright, shiny green eyes that squint when he smiles. His lips are plump, juicy enough to want to bite and his ass is to die for. I saw Alex checking it out.

"Should we skip the booth and sit at the bar?" I ask Alex, holding his hand. He nods and lets me pull him, falling in step behind me. I climb onto a stool and make a noise getting Harry's attention.

"Well hello," he says, pulling out glasses to make the drinks we ordered yesterday. "Hey, how do you know I want the same thing? Maybe I like to change things up sometimes?"

He stops and looks at me, his brows pulled down in thought. "She's messing with you. She always has the same drink. She does love variety in other things though."

Harry just shakes his head and goes about mixing things, a vodka gimlet for me and a Jack and coke for Alex. He slides them to us and smiles, wiping his hands on the towel hanging from his back pocket.

"So, how are you guys? Didn't think you'd really come in again." I smile and take a sip. The drink is perfect.

"We said we would, didn't we?" Harry nods. "We take what we say very seriously, Harry," Alex says. "If we tell you something, we mean it." Harry nods and smiles.

"So, I find it hard to believe a couple like yourselves have nothing better to do than sit in this empty bar and drink..." He lets his idea trail off. I raise my eyebrows in question and he just smiles, blushing slightly.

"We came to see you, silly. Didn't we tell you we would?" Harry shrugs and smiles a sad smile. "People say things they don't mean all the time, babe."

He blushes at what he said and I see Alex smile. "Ask him," he whispers to me. Harry sees us but moves down the bar to serve a man who looks drunk already.

"Do you think it's the right time?" Alex smiles again, nodding. "He openly called you babe, in front of me. Which tells me he's comfortable around us, at least a bit. The worst that will happen is he says no and we move on. But you need to ask. Things sound better coming from that delectable mouth of yours." He finishes this with a kiss.

Harry walks back to us, watching us kiss. It turns me on a little and I know Alex can sense it when he squeezes my thigh. "Do it," he whispers against my ear.

"So, Harry," I start, taking a sip from my drink. "We have a, dare I say, proposition for you." Harry draws his brows together. "Uh, okay..." He says, waiting for me to finish. "Would you like to be our third?"

He gasps and looks around. "Excuse me?" He says quietly, moving to lean closer to us. Perfect. "You heard me. Would you be interested in joining us? We find you fucking adorable and want you in with us."

"I don't get what you're saying," he huffs. "Then listen." I motion with my fingers for him to get closer. "Alex and I like to have another man in bed with us. We like to fuck sexy boys such as yourself. Now, we're asking you if you'd like to join us."

"How did you know I'm bisexual?" He asks, ignoring what I've asked him. "I saw how you reacted to both of us, I just knew. Now, answer the question."

He looks from Alex to me and back, smiling at Alex and then looking serious at me. "Uh, alright, yeah. That could be fun. When?"

I smile and look to Alex who is beaming. He can't wait to fuck this kid. "Well we have early mornings during the week and we like to play all night. So Friday? Do you work?" Harry shakes his head. "Great, we'll meet here Friday and figure things out?"

"Sounds perfect to me," Alex says, his eyes lingering on the bulge of Harry's pants. My baby is turned on. "Me too," Harry says, surprising me.

We finish our drinks and tell Harry we'll see him Friday and head out, happy and smiling. We get home and fuck, hard and rough, the idea that we'll have Harry soon turning us on. We fall asleep, wrapped in each other, both dreaming of someone else.