About Used, Rare, and Limited Editions 3: Wine and Dine

by Chris Owen
27 pages / 11500 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-590-5, 1-60370-590-2
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Picking up the day after Mix and Mingle ends, Wine and Dine has all four men sharing and talking. Slowly and carefully Dave and Archie are fitting their lives together with Desmond and Wyatt. Dave thinks that if they're careful and talk a lot, there shouldn't be any issues, and for the most part he's right.  If anything, his relationship with Archie is growing even stronger now that they're letting the other two men into their beds.

Dave has it all, really. His job is interesting, his lover is enthusiastic and his secondary partner likes to discuss plays and books. But maybe it's time for a change or two more. Maybe it's time for a whole new step, a whole new beginning. What should Dave do to keep everything on an even keel, or is that even possible with so many things going on at once?

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Dave Allen hadn't given a lot of thought to what it would feel like when four men sat down to discuss sharing romantic partners, but if he had it was unlikely he would've come up with the current scenario.

It was a Sunday afternoon, the air warm and the breeze light. The sound of laughing children floated across the park to where Dave and Wyatt Cole were sitting on a blanket under a big oak tree. Dave's lover, Archie McBain, was about thirty feet away, standing with his back to them as he talked quietly to Desmond Chase, Wyatt's partner and Dominant.

"What are they doing?" Dave finally asked, giving up on trying to hear the words. "Some lifestyle thing I won't understand?"

"No." Wyatt shook his head and leaned back against the tree trunk, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Wyatt and Dave were built the same way -- broad and long, big all over -- and his feet overshot the edge of the blanket by several inches. "I think they're probably talking about you."

Dave whipped his head around just in time to see Wyatt's teasing grin. "Oh, you bastard," he said, laughing. "Shut up."

"No, I'm serious." Wyatt reached into the nearby cooler and rummaged around. "Wine or beer?"

"God, not wine." Dave wasn't sure, but he might have actually paled at the word. "Des and I finished two bottles last night. I don't think my stomach can take it right now."

"Beer it is." Which probably wasn't any better, really, but Wyatt was already opening the can and pouring it into a big plastic cup. At that stage, it would be rude not to accept it. "Here. Also, I'm pretty sure that they are, in fact, talking about you. I mean, what else would they talk about? Maybe they're comparing notes." Wyatt's grin became more knowing than teasing, a sly look that declared he was well aware of the state of the sheets in the guest room at his place.

Dave flushed, completely unable to stop himself. "This is the most bizarre thing I've ever experienced." Even the taste of the beer, the comfortable and familiar flavor washing through his mouth, couldn't add more than a hint of normalcy to the conversation.

"You're unused to talking about your sex life?"

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