Hall Pass: Part 7 (Patreon)

This part's told from the perspective of the cuck. Last time he had to wait in his hotel room alone, but this time he gets to join the date as a third wheel. Enjoy!

It was pretty hard to just go on with our vacation as though the previous night hadn’t happened. But that’s what we did, or at least tried to do: we went out for brunch, wandered the neighbourhood for a bit, and then in the afternoon headed out to one of the beaches. 

Of course the beach was full of ripped, tanned guys wearing very little. Guys who knew they looked good and wanted to be on full display. Today that made me a different kind of uncomfortable than usual. Most of the time being in a place like this would make me feel a little inadequate physically, a little excited by the bodies on display, and a little guilty for objectifying all of these men even if that’s exactly what they wanted. But today, on top of all of that was a new thought I couldn’t expel from my brain. No matter how hard I tried, every time I looked at a hot guy all I could think about was him with Bradley, their muscled bodies locked together in sweaty, primal sex. And in all of these fantasies I was nowhere to be seen.

It was a constant struggle stopping myself from getting hard in my swim shorts right there in front of a thousand beach-goers.

We were just packing up to leave when Bradley got a message. From the look on his face — the hint of excitement followed by a frown, followed by a guilty-looking sideways glance while he pondered over how to react — I could tell where this was going. I didn’t interrogate him, just watched him reply, and read the response when it came half a minute later. But by that point my curiosity had got the better of me. “What is it?” I asked him.

“It’s Luca,” he said, confirming what I already knew. Still, the confirmation made my heart beat faster.

“And..?”

“He wants to know if we want to go to a party with him tonight.”

“We?” I repeated back to him. “Both of us?”

“Yep.” He seemed like he was holding something back.

“He invited both of us?” Now it was starting to sound like an interrogation.

“I asked if you could come.” He tried to make that sound casual but it was a clear admission that Luca had wanted this to be another date. 

I wasn’t sure how to react. My first instinct was to say no; this guy had already had enough of my partner without getting more. Actually, I lie. That was my second instinct. My first instinct was to tell him to go without me, go on a second date and go home with Luca to fuck all night again while I sit in our hotel room alone in the same horny agony I’d been in last night. But I stop myself from answering straight away, and the more I think about it the more excited I get about the thought of actually seeing Bradley and Luca together.

I realise I’ve been silent for a solid ten seconds or so, and Bradley’s been waiting for my response, probably thinking I’m about to lose it. So in the most relaxed tone I can muster I say, “Cool. Whose party?”

“It’s some kind of industry thing,” he said. “TV people. But lots of queers because it’s to coincide with mardi gras.”

“Sounds like it could be fun.” It really did sound like it could be a cool experience even if Luca wasn’t involved. But honestly I couldn’t care less, the only thing I was interested in was seeing how Bradley and Luca interacted with each other.

“So we’re in?” Bradley asked.

I shrugged. “Why not?”

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I can’t deny that I was a bundle of nerves at the idea of having to meet Luca in person again, not to mention having to be around him and interact with him for a whole evening. But I was willing to face the fear if it meant getting to see up-close the chemistry between him and Bradley.

Luca was waiting for us in the lobby. He greeted Bradley with a kiss on each cheek, a hand lingering on Bradley’s hip as he did. Then to my surprise he gave me a warm hug and a kiss on each cheek to. “It’s good to meet you properly Wade,” he said. “Thanks so much for letting me steal Bradley from you last night, we had such a great time.” There was no hint of smugness, no attempt to lord it over me that my partner had left me for him. It just seemed genuine, and innocent, like he didn’t even register the possibility that I might feel any emotions about this. As though I’d let Bradley hang out with a friend, not let him go on a date with a celebrity and then spend the night fucking him.

Luca had already ordered a car. Initially I’d expected a limo to pull up, so I was surprised and maybe a little underwhelmed to see an uber pull up. But I figured he wasn’t that famous yet, and I guess even famous people don’t spend all their time riding around in limos. 

I’d expected to feel like a third wheel immediately, but the whole way to the party Luca was full of questions for both Bradley and me, asking me details about things Bradley had mentioned about me. That surprised me, because I didn’t think Bradley would have mentioned me at all on his date. And that made me wonder why I would have made that assumption — like I’d assumed he’d feel too guilty to acknowledge my existence or something.

The party was impressive, set in a penthouse apartment overlooking the harbour. I recognised some of the faces from the tv or films, and others I didn’t recognise but could tell by their style and their swagger that they were clearly big names somehow. The champagne was high quality and in high abundance, and I was tipsy pretty fast even though Bradley and Luca seemed to be more restrained. I didn’t talk to many people, I just hung by the two of them as they chatted to various people. I watched like a hawk for any signals that would reveal the connection Bradley and Luca had. I’d been expecting Luca to introduce Bradley to people as his date, but each time he’d just say “my friends Bradley and Wade.” I found myself feeling irritated about that, maybe because it felt like a lie. Or maybe — god only knows why — because somehow I wanted to see Luca take possession of Bradley, as his, right in front of me.

But as the night progressed I noticed that Luca didn’t need to say anything because the body language gave it away anyway. When they stood they were close together, and every now and then Luca would rest a hand in the small of Bradley’s back, his shoulder, his forearm, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. And the way they stood so close together, occasionally exchanging conversation that I couldn’t hear over the sound of the music and the hum of voices. They were in their own little world for much of the night, and even though one of them would try bring me back into the conversation every now and then with a question or just by looking my way while they talked, I felt like an outsider. I knew that even though I’d been allowed to tag along   I was watching them on another date.

At one point Bradley left to go to the bathroom, which I’d discovered by that point required queuing because the bathroom was always full of people doing lines. So Luca and I were left on our own in one of the rare moments where he wasn’t being accosted by a friend or fan. Despite Luca’s ability to talk the ear off anyone, there was a  long, awkward silence between the two of us before Luca finally broke it by asking, “So, you and Bradley been open long?” Even when it was just the two of us, Bradley was obviously the main thing occupying his mind.

“No,” I said. I wasn’t sure exactly how to answer that; I thought Bradley would have already told him about the whole hall pass situation, but I guess not.

Luca seemed to be waiting for me to elaborate, and when I didn’t he managed to decode my silence. I saw his brow furrow a little as he realised. “Wait, I’m not the first am I?”

“Uh… yeah,” I confirmed nervously.

“Oh.” Luca seemed to disappear into thought for a moment, like he was re-evaluating the whole situation in light of this news. Then, “You’re okay with us having sex though? You didn’t get pressured into it or anything?”

“No, no,” I assured him, shaking my head vigorously. “I’m fine.” I wondered if I should tell Luca about his special status as a hall pass that had allowed it to happen. But I figured that if Bradley had decided against telling him maybe I should keep my mouth shut too.

“Okay, so you’re not jealous about it or anything?” Luca asked. 

I was about to tell him no, but I stopped myself because I realised I’d be lying. So I told it to him straight. “A little, sure,” I said. “It’s a big change for us after so many years together so it took a little getting used to, knowing he was with you. But to be honest, I think I found the jealousy kind of fun.” I couldn’t believe I was admitting that to an almost-stranger. And saying it out loud made me confront just how strange a statement it was. Jealousy isn’t supposed to be fun. It isn’t supposed to turn you on the way it did for me alone in my hotel room thinking about Luca and Bradley.

“Ah,” Luca said, nodding, as though I’d just clarified everything. As though it all made sense now, even though to me that fact made everything so much more confusing.

I was almost about to ask Luca what he meant by that, but I was interrupted by Bradley returning, three drinks in hand. He handed them out, and as Luca took his he said, “Let’s down these quick and get out of here.”