STORY 4: PARALLEL PARK

Chapter One: The Students

I knew I was in trouble the moment Luca Baines walked into my office.

Twenty-four, all lean muscle and cocky grin, wearing shorts that showed off legs built for running. He dropped into the chair across from my desk like he owned the place.

“So you’re the guy with the six-month waiting list,” he said.

I kept my face neutral. Professional. “Mr. Baines. You’re here for driving lessons.”

“Call me Luca.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “And yeah. My manager says I need to learn before I kill myself on that motorcycle.”

“Smart manager.”

“She has her moments.” His eyes traveled over me. Slow. Deliberate. “You don’t look like a driving instructor.”

“What do I look like?”

“I don’t know. A model? An actor?”

I’d heard it before. The gray at my temples, the sharp jaw, the build I maintained because discipline was everything. None of it mattered. I was here to teach people not to die on the road.

“Flattery won’t move you up the waiting list,” I said.

“Who says I’m flattering you?” He smiled. All teeth. “Maybe I’m just telling the truth.”

I stood. “Lessons start next week. Monday at nine. Don’t be late.”

“Yes, sir.”

The way he said it made heat crawl up my spine. I ignored it.

Greer Salvo was different. Quiet. Thoughtful. He showed up in pressed slacks and a button-down, shook my hand with a grip that was firm but not aggressive.

“Mr. Ashenby. Thank you for fitting me in.”

“Call me Thorne. And you’re lucky someone canceled.”

“I am.” He sat, crossed his legs. Everything about him was measured. Controlled. “I’ve been meaning to learn for years. Work kept getting in the way.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m an architect. I design buildings, but I can’t drive to the sites. Embarrassing, really.”

“Nothing embarrassing about learning.”

He smiled. Small. Genuine. “That’s generous of you.”

We talked logistics. Times, routes, what he wanted to focus on. His voice was smooth, cultured. The kind of voice that made you want to listen.

When he stood to leave, his hand brushed mine. Accidental. But his eyes held mine a beat too long.

“See you Thursday,” he said.

I watched him walk out. Watched the way his shoulders moved, the line of his back. Then I looked away and reminded myself I was forty years old and too damn old for this.

Kit Yamazaki didn’t walk in. He stumbled, carrying a guitar case and a coffee that was definitely too large.

“Sorry, sorry.” He set everything down, pushed his hair out of his eyes. It was long, dark, falling past his shoulders. “I’m Kit. I’m here for the defensive driving course?”

“That’s next month.”

“Right. But I wanted to sign up early. And maybe book some regular lessons too?”

He was nervous. I could see it in the way his hands moved, the quick flutter of his fingers against his thighs.

“You play?” I nodded at the guitar.

“Yeah. I’m a musician. Touring, mostly. Which means a lot of driving. Which I’m terrible at.”

“Most people are.”

He laughed. Bright. Unexpected. “That’s comforting.”

I liked him immediately. Couldn’t help it. There was something open about him, something unguarded.

“I can fit you in for lessons,” I said. “And the defensive driving course is the second Saturday of next month. Eight AM.”

“I’ll be there. Probably late, but I’ll be there.”

“Don’t be late.”

“Yes, sir.”

There it was again. That word. That tone. I shifted in my seat.

Kit noticed. His eyes dropped, then came back up. A flush crept across his cheeks.

“See you soon,” he said, and left before I could respond.

Chapter Two: The Course

The defensive driving course was always chaos. Ten people, all learning emergency maneuvers, all panicking when I made them practice sudden stops and evasive turns.

Luca, Greer, and Kit were in the same group.

I noticed them noticing each other. The way Luca’s eyes tracked Greer when he thought no one was looking. The way Kit watched both of them, curious.

During the lunch break, I caught them talking by the vending machines. Their voices were low, but I heard my name. Heard Luca laugh and say something that made Greer shake his head.

I should have walked away. Should have ignored it.

Instead, I walked over.

“Problem?” I asked.

All three of them went silent. Luca recovered first.

“No problem. Just talking about how you scared the shit out of us with that brake test.”

“That’s the point. You need to be ready for anything.”

“Oh, we’re ready,” Kit said, then turned bright red. “I mean. For the course. We’re ready for the course.”

Greer covered his mouth, but I could see the smile.

“Good,” I said. “Get back to your cars. We’re starting in five.”

I walked away before they could see my own smile.

Chapter Three: The Proposition

After the course ended, I was packing up when I heard footsteps. All three of them.

“Thorne?” Greer’s voice. Calm. Even. “Can we talk to you?”

I turned. They stood in a line, looking like they’d drawn straws for who had to speak first.

“About?”

“About this.” Luca gestured between the four of us. “Whatever this is.”

My pulse kicked up. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on.” Luca stepped closer. “You’re not stupid. We’re not stupid. There’s something here.”

“You’re my students.”

“The course is over,” Greer said. “Technically, we’re not your students anymore.”

“You’re still on my roster for private lessons.”

“So we’ll cancel them,” Kit said quietly. “If that’s what you want.”

Was it what I wanted? I’d spent weeks trying not to notice the way Luca moved, the sound of Greer’s voice, the light in Kit’s eyes when he finally nailed a parallel park.

“This is inappropriate,” I said.

“Why?” Luca asked. “We’re all adults.”

“I’m forty.”

“So?”

“So you’re all in your twenties.”

“I’m twenty-eight,” Greer said. “Old enough to know what I want.”

“And what do you want?”

The three of them exchanged a look. Some silent communication I wasn’t part of.

“You,” Kit said simply. “We want you.”

The words hung in the air between us. My heart hammered against my ribs.

“All of you?” I asked.

“All of us,” Luca confirmed. “Unless that’s a problem.”

It should have been a problem. Should have been absurd. Three men, all wanting the same person, all willing to share?

“How would that even work?” I asked.

“However you want it to work,” Greer said. “We’ve talked about it. We’re all on board.”

“You’ve talked about it.”

“Extensively,” Kit said, then blushed again. “We figured it out during lunch. We all have a crush on you. We all realized it. And instead of fighting about it, we decided to cooperate.”

“Cooperate.”

“Think of it as teamwork,” Luca said with that cocky grin. “We’re very good at teamwork.”

I should have said no. Should have walked away. Instead, I heard myself say, “My place. Tonight. Eight PM.”

I wrote down the address, handed it to Greer.

“Don’t be late,” I said.

“Yes, sir,” all three of them said in unison.

I was so fucked.

Chapter Four: Ground Rules

They showed up at eight exactly. I’d spent two hours cleaning my apartment, changing my shirt three times, telling myself this was insane.

When I opened the door, they filed in. Luca first, confident. Greer second, composed. Kit last, nervous.

“Nice place,” Greer said, looking around.

“Thanks. Want something to drink?”

“I want to know the rules,” Luca said. “What are we doing here? What do you want?”

Direct. I appreciated that.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “This isn’t something I’ve done before.”

“None of us have,” Kit said. “But we want to try. If you do.”

I looked at them. Really looked. Three beautiful men, all watching me with want in their eyes.

“Ground rules,” I said. “We communicate. If something doesn’t feel right, we stop. No pressure. No expectations.”

“Agreed,” Greer said. The other two nodded.

“And this stays between us. I have a reputation to maintain.”

“We’re not going to out you,” Luca said. “We’re not assholes.”

“Good.” I took a breath. “Then yes. I want to try.”

Luca moved first. He crossed the space between us, slow, giving me time to back away. I didn’t.

When he kissed me, it was confident. Sure. His mouth was soft, his tongue teasing. I kissed him back, my hand coming up to grip his hip.

He pulled away, grinning. “Your turn,” he said to Greer.

Greer’s kiss was different. Slower. Deeper. Like he was savoring it. His hand cupped my face, thumb stroking my jaw.

When we broke apart, Kit was watching, his eyes dark.

“Come here,” I said.

He did. His kiss was tentative at first, then hungrier when I pulled him closer. He made a sound in his throat that went straight to my cock.

“Bedroom?” Luca asked.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

Chapter Five: Surrender

The bedroom was just big enough for my bed and a dresser. The four of us filled the space, made the air thick.

“How do you want us?” Greer asked.

The question made my head spin. How did I want them?

“On the bed,” I said. “All of you.”

They moved. Luca sprawled in the middle, shameless. Greer sat on one side, Kit on the other.

I stood at the foot of the bed, watching them.

“You’re in control,” Kit said softly. “Tell us what to do.”

Control. That’s what I’d built my life on. Discipline. Order. But looking at them, I felt it slipping.

“Touch each other,” I said.

Luca reached for Kit first, pulled him into a kiss. Kit’s hands tangled in Luca’s hair, their bodies pressing together. Greer watched for a moment, then leaned in, his mouth finding Luca’s neck.

The sight of them was almost too much. Three bodies moving together, hands and mouths everywhere.

“Thorne,” Greer said, looking up at me. “Join us.”

I did. Pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes. Climbed onto the bed with them.

Luca’s hands found my chest, tracing the muscles there. “Jesus. You’re built.”

“I work out.”

“I can tell.” He leaned in, kissed my collarbone, my shoulder.

Kit moved behind me, his hands sliding down my back. Greer in front, pressing kisses to my jaw, my throat.

Three sets of hands. Three mouths. I couldn’t keep track of who was touching where. It was overwhelming, perfect.

“Too many clothes,” Luca said, tugging at my belt.

I helped him. Got my pants off, my underwear. They followed, stripping until we were all bare.

“God,” Kit breathed, his eyes on my cock. “You’re…”

“Big,” Luca finished. “This is going to be fun.”

I grabbed him, pulled him close. Kissed him hard while my hand wrapped around his cock. He was already hard, leaking. I stroked him slow, deliberate.

Greer’s mouth found my neck, his hand joining mine on Luca. Kit pressed against my back, his cock hard against my ass.

“I want to taste you,” Kit whispered in my ear.

I turned, kissed him. “Do it.”

He slid down my body, his mouth trailing over my chest, my stomach. When he took me in his mouth, I groaned.

He was good at this. Knew how to use his tongue, how to take me deep without choking. I gripped his hair, not forcing, just holding on.

Luca kissed me while Kit sucked me. Greer watched, his hand moving over his own cock.

“I want you to fuck me,” Luca said against my mouth.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”

I pulled Kit off me, gentle. He sat back, lips wet, eyes dazed.

“Condoms?” I asked Luca.

He reached for his discarded jeans, pulled out a strip. “Came prepared.”

“And lube?”

“In the pocket.”

I took both, laid him back on the bed. Greer handed me a pillow without being asked, lifting Luca’s hips.

I prepped him slowly. One finger, then two, watching his face for any sign of pain. He took it easy, pushing back against my hand.

“More,” he said. “I can take it.”

I added a third finger, stretched him carefully. When he was ready, I rolled on the condom, slicked myself up.

The first push in was slow. Careful. He was tight, hot. Perfect.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Yes. More.”

I gave him more. Sank in all the way, held still while he adjusted.

“Move,” he demanded.

I did. Slow thrusts at first, finding a rhythm. Kit’s mouth found mine, swallowing my groans. Greer leaned down, took Luca’s cock in his mouth.

The sight of Greer sucking Luca while I fucked him was almost too much. I thrust harder, faster.

“Touch yourself,” I told Kit.

He did, his hand moving over his cock while he kissed me. I could feel him shaking, close already.

“I’m going to come,” Luca gasped.

“Do it,” I said.

He did, spilling into Greer’s mouth with a shout. The clench of his body around me sent me over. I came hard, my vision going white.

When I came down, Kit was still hard, desperate.

“Come here,” I said.

He straddled me, sank down on my softening cock. It was too sensitive, almost painful, but I let him use me. Let him ride me while Greer and Luca watched.

It didn’t take long. He came with my name on his lips, his body shaking.

We collapsed together. Four bodies tangled on sheets that smelled like sex and sweat.

“That was…” Kit started.

“Yeah,” Luca finished.

Greer hadn’t come yet. I reached for him, but he shook his head.

“Next time,” he said. “I want to savor this.”

“Next time?” I asked.

“If you want there to be one.”

I looked at all three of them. At the satisfaction on their faces, the way they’d already started touching each other again. Gentle now. Affectionate.

“Yeah,” I said. “I want there to be a next time.”

And there was. Many next times. Until next time became every time, and the four of us figured out how to make something impossible work perfectly.