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“Well guys,” Leonard said with a sigh, “we've gotta hit the road.”
“Aw, c’mon!” Bernadette whined, reaching for her wine glass, the movement of her hand causing the water to slosh gently. “The game was just getting good!”
“I know,” Penny replied, setting her own empty glass to the side. She stood from the hot tub and grabbed a towel. “But the babysitter needs to get home by midnight, and besides, not all of us are on vacation, or have parents nearby to take the kids for the night.”
“Boo!” Raj called after the retreating pair. He topped off his own glass before pouring more for Howard as well.
“Oh, boo yourself, cry baby,” Penny rolled her eyes at him. “It was your turn anyway.”
“Leonard, truth or dare?” Raj tried in a final bid to convince them to stay.
“Truth,” he indulged his friend, putting his glasses back on.
“Pbbbt!” Raj blew a raspberry at him. “Fine, party pooper.” He took a minute to consider. “Are you really going straight home, or are you going to park somewhere and do it while you're kid-free?” He smirked in challenge.
“The truth is,” Leonard paused, exchanging a glance with his wife, “that is none of your business.”
“Hope you scotch guarded the upholstery,” Bernie quipped.
“Goodnight, you perverts,” Penny shook her head as she extracted her car keys from her purse. “You did bring your inhaler though, right?” she muttered in an aside to Leonard as they walked away.
“And a back up,” he confirmed, placing a hand at the small of her back to hurry her along.
“Use protection!” Howard called after them. “Trust me, back to back kids is no picnic!” Bernadette slapped him on the chest, causing him to yelp.
“I can't believe they left in the middle of the game,” Raj pouted.
“We can keep going for a while if you want,” Howard shrugged, sipping at his wine.
“It's no fun with only three people,” he insisted, laying his head back against the side and closing his eyes. He let his arms float in front of him, tracing idle paths through the water.
“That's only because you have no imagination,” Bernadette grinned wickedly. She put her glass down again and leaned forward eagerly. “Raj, truth or dare?”
He cracked an eye in her direction. His throat bobbed at the manic gleam in her eye. “Truth.”
She only grinned wider as she asked, “Do you still have a crush on me?”
He frantically glanced at his best friend who was watching with an amused look on his face. Howard gestured for him to answer already.
“I…” he swallowed, as though his throat was suddenly dry. The game had been his idea, but now he was acting like it was a childish thing and a terrible idea. “I don't want to play anymore.”
“That's a yes,” Bernadette stated smugly, settling back again.
“No,” Raj insisted, pouring another glass. “It's not an answer at all, because I don't want to play.”
“Buddy,” Howard reassured him, “it's fine. My wife is HOT, and you have eyes.” He slurred his words slightly, the heat of the hot tub making the wine hit harder than usual.
They'd all had quite a bit to drink. Well, Penny had only had a glass and a half, which she nursed for over four hours, but everyone else had gotten more than a little tipsy.
“Fine, alright?” he admitted. “I do.”
“Yeah you do,” Bernadette grinned.
“Okay,” Raj rallied, “Bernie. Truth or dare?”
“Oh, dare for sure,” she giggled.
“I dare you to take your top off.” The hot tub was silent in response. “I'm sorry,” he hastened to say, “that was over the line.”
“No,” she responded. “That's the rules of the game, right? You dared me, so I have to.” She grinned again, and settled into Howard’s lap. She leaned back to whisper in her husband's ear and he giggled in response. As she slowly slipped her breasts free of the bikini, Howard's hands came up to cup them, palms covering her nipples.
“Well played,” Raj toasted her before realizing his glass was empty again and setting it aside. “It's your turn.”
“Howie, truth or dare?”
“Oooh,” he pretended to debate for a moment. “Truth.”
“Are you sure? It's a doozy.”
“I'm sure. I don't want to risk having to take my hands off your boobs.”
“Tell Raj about your last sex dream.”
“What are you doing?” he hissed at her. “You swore you’d never tell anyone about it!”
“And I won't,” she replied, voice as sweet as honey. “You will.”
He looked at his best friend in the world, his open and sweet face turned to him expectantly. Howard began sweating. It must be the wine. And the hot tub. Yeah. Not nerves. Definitely not that.
Bernadette wiggled slightly in his lap, encouraging his shame chubby toward full hardness. He pinched her nipples in retaliation. If that was the way she wanted to play the game, then fine. That's how he'd play it.
“It was two weeks ago,” he started, unsure of why he was giving the back story. He should just stick to the bare facts, get it over with. But Raj was so…Raj, and Bernie continued to swivel her hips in small circles. His mouth detached from his brain and started rambling.
“We had just watched that movie you suggested, the one with the dancing and stuff?” It had been a Bollywood movie, though Howard couldn't recall the name. Raj nodded, though, knowing which one he meant.
“It was really good, better than I expected.”
“I told you so!” Raj exclaimed excitedly.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up and let me talk will you?”
Raj mimed zipping his mouth.
“Anyway, in the dream I was in the movie. There were such bright colors, and I was weaving my way through a crowd of people singing and dancing. I was looking for someone, but I didn't know who. I just knew that when I found them, I was going to get to have sex. So you know, I was really looking, getting super riled up. Every body that I passed was touching me, making me sensitive all over.” He stopped to heave in a shuddering breath and thrust lightly against his wife's backside. Raj was enraptured.
“It was intense,” he continued, begging God to either open the Earth and swallow him whole…or at least not let Raj think differently of him.
“But I finally got to the edge of the crowd and saw…him.” He held his breath, studying his friend's face for any sign of disgust or anger. He found none, only impatience.
“And?” Raj demanded. “Then what happened?”
“I walked up to him, and I kissed him. And as soon as we touched lips, I woke up.”
“And that's it?” Raj seemed disappointed that there wasn't more. Of the gay sex dream.
Interesting.
“Well,” Howard tried to brush it off carelessly, “I woke up hard enough to hammer nails, and I fucked my wife about it.”
He rushed to say, “So Raj, truth or dare?” He held his breath, hoping for…
“Truth,” Raj answered, brown eyes shining with the reflected shimmering water.
Perfect. Howard let the breath out. “How did hearing about the dream make you feel? What did you think?”
“I feel like ending a sex dream on a kiss is pretty lame, dude.” His smirk was playful, his shrug nonchalant.
“But the fact that it was…” say it, Wolowitz Howard scolded himself, “that it was about…a guy. That doesn't bother you?”
“Why should it?” Raj asked, sincere confusion lacing every word.
“Because…because I'm not straight, man. I'm…I'm bi.”
“I kinda got that from the dream,” Raj teased. As soon as he said it, a weight fell off Howard. Bernie had known for a while, but he'd told someone else. He'd told Raj, and his best friend just accepted it without hesitation. He could cry with relief. Bernie squeezed his knee, silently telling him how proud she was of him.
“Bernadette?” Raj asked. “Truth or dare.”
“Hmmm. The last dare ended up with me topless, so I'm going to go with truth.”
“How did hearing about the dream make you feel?” Raj’s face was free from teasing; it was an honest question.
“A little jealous at first, but,” she chose her words carefully, “only because we know the guy.”
“Really?” Raj, who was the biggest gossip any of them had ever known, looked like Christmas had come early. “Who was it?”
“Nuh-uh,” she said, a playful lilt to her tone, allowing Howard to relax. “It's my turn. Raj, you know the options.”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to come sit next to us.” Howard's back stiffened again. What was she playing at?
Raj shrugged. “Okay, but that dare was wasted if you ask me.” He shifted to the other side of the tub, still a good three feet away.
“No,” Bernadette clarified. “Right next to us.” Raj looked confused, but complied, scooting close enough that Howard could feel the ripples of water from his every movement break over his skin like the tide.
“Bernie,” he crooned softly, his face mere inches from both of them. “What will it be?”
“Truth,” she replied, equally quiet. Howard's breathing went ragged. If Raj asked the question, he knew that his wife would…
“Who was the dream about?” he asked her, but while locking eyes with Howard. Son of a bitch. He already knew, didn't he?
“Do you really need me to answer that?” she asked, leaning back.
“No,” Raj confirmed, the wine in his system making him bold. “I don't think I really do.”
“Then Howie. Truth or dare.” She was leaning back to murmur directly into his right ear.
Leaving him with no buffer between himself and the man to his left.
“Dare.” It came out as a whisper, his mouth dryer than the Sahara.
“Kiss him.”
He hesitated, trying to get a feel for how Raj would react, but Raj didn't need the hesitation. Raj reached up, cupping his friend's face, and pressed their lips together. Softly. Sweetly. Far, far, too briefly.
His wife whined, “That's it? That was lame-”
She didn't finish the thought, because Howard had released his hold on her breasts and grabbed Raj by the back of the neck, pulling him in, kissing him deeply. Raj’s lips, so plush, parted beneath his own on a gasp, and Howard licked his way inside.
Stars were exploding behind his eyelids. He was finally, finally kissing his best friend. And it. Was. Glorious.
He barely registered when Bernadette slid from his lap to give them better access, but he suddenly had a lap full of astrophysicist, and wasn't that just amazing?
He kept one hand planted in Raj’s thick curls, and curled the other one around his waist, kneading that slight chub that he had teased his friend about so much. It was only to distract the others from questioning why he was looking. To keep Raj from suspecting.
He tilted his head to the right, angling for deeper access. Raj obliged, rolling his hips down. Howard broke off the kiss with a gasp at the sensation of their cocks brushing against each other.
Raj rested his forehead against Howard's, and they just breathed each other in for a moment.
“Yeah, that's more like it!” Bernadette whooped. “That's what I'm talking about!”
A bark of a laugh pushed its way out of Howard, startling both men. In answer, Raj's chest began shaking with a silent laughter.
Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. He has just made out with his best friend, and it was better than he could have ever imagined.
Raj made to climb off of Howard, and he began to panic. Was that it? Would he ever get another chance?
“Don't stop,” Bernie pleaded, “it was just getting good.”
Raj hesitated, glancing between the two of them, a question in his eyes. Howard tugged him back down and wrapped his arms around his waist, trapping him.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Don't stop.” Raj leaned back and seemed to be searching his face for something.
“Are you sure, Howard? If we…there's no going back after. We can't take it back or blame the wine. This… this means something to me.”
Howard's heart was beating faster than it ever had. This was free fall. This was zero G. Up and down ceased to have meaning. He answered him earnestly.
“It means everything to me.”
And just like that, their tongues were dancing again. His erection, which had flagged somewhat, roared back to life. He lifted his hips only to find Raj's answering hardness. They rolled together, the friction unbelievably good. He moaned into his friend's mouth at the feeling.
“Howard,” Raj groaned, setting his heart on fire. “Howard, stop.”
The fire turned to ice. He stopped immediately. “What's wrong? Did you change your mind?” He tried not to let the fear and disappointment leak into his voice.
“No no no no no!” Raj rushed to reassure him, kissing him softly again. “I just didn't want to jizz in your hot tub!”
Oh. Yeah. That.
“Good call,” Bernadette cut in. Howard felt guilty that he'd forgotten she was there. “Let's move this upstairs, gentlemen.”
XOXOX
They took turns rinsing the chlorine off in the shower. Howard washed up frantically, everywhere. He didn't know where this was going but he needed to be ready for whatever.
He stepped out into the bedroom to find his wife and Raj cuddling on the bed.
“Should I be jealous?” he asked, the teasing tone masking the very real worry.
“Nah,” Bernadette answered, opening her arms to welcome him into the pile. He went gratefully. “I was just reassuring Raj that I was okay with this.”
“You really, truly are?” He didn't want any conflict with his wife over this…whatever it was that was happening.
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Been waiting for it to happen for a LONG time.”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her. “I love you so much.”
“I know, you big dumb idiot.” Her grin softened the words. They lapsed into an awkward silence, unsure of where to start now that they had cooled off some.
“Raj,” she blurted suddenly. “Dare or dare?”
“That's not how you play the game,” he responded, confusion etched on his caramel face. God, how Howard wanted to lick every inch of him.
“It's a new game,” she replied, extracting herself from the bed. “One where I give you two options and you pick one without knowing what it is.”
“That just sounds like you telling us what to do,” Howard chuckled. “Like usual.”
“Now you're getting it, genius,” she cackled, settling into a seat facing the bed.
“So,” she continued primly, “dare number one? Or number two?” She pressed her legs together, only serving to accentuate the thatch of shining golden curls at the apex of her thighs.
“Number two,” Raj answered curiously.
“I dare you to kiss Howie. Anywhere but his face.”
Raj sat up on his knees and considered for a moment. His eyes raked over Howard’s naked body in a way that made him feel even more exposed. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over one of his nipples, flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue.
Goosebumps broke out over Howard's torso, and he squirmed slightly.
“Howie, one or two?”
“One,” he answered so quickly that Raj laughed. So he was eager. Sue him.
“Give Raj a hickey. Somewhere that can be covered by clothes.”
Again, Howard reacted with lightning quickness, pressing Raj to lay on his back. He went straight for those love handles again, gently biting the right one before sucking a bruise into the flesh. Raj panted beneath him, his cock filling out once more.
“Raj? Option-”
“Just tell me what to do, Bernadette,” he cut her off breathlessly, chest still heaving.
“Fine,” she smiled lazily. “Stroke yourself. Slowly.”
Howard's eyes tracked the movement of his friend's hand over his thick member. It stood proudly, skin sliding back over the head as Raj complied. His mouth watered.
“Howie, do you want me to tell you what to do, or…?” She trailed off and Howard blinked. He knew what he wanted, but-
“Tell me,” he answered, too scared to take the step himself.
“Lay down next to him, and both of you turn to face each other.” Her instructions were clear and eager, and he had no choice but to follow them; his body yearned for this.
Raj was still stroking himself, his hand brushing over Howard's hip now. Howard was so hard it almost hurt.
“Raj, take both of you in your hand, and keep stroking.”
Howard's breath shuddered out of him at the feeling. Too dry, but still so good. He chanced a glance at his wife, only to find her with one leg thrown over the arm of the chair, casually tracing her finger through her folds. He reached for the bedside table drawer, for the lube there.
“Yeah, good, Howie. Drizzle it all over you two.” Her eyes were hooded in pleasure at watching the scene unfold.
Howard dripped lube onto both of them, his breath catching at the better slide. Raj's face was screwed up in concentration, and so beautiful that Howard just had to kiss him again.
The hand on them sped up ever so slightly as Raj moaned into the kiss.
“Howie, take over for him.” It was Bernadette's turn to be breathless, her voice even lighter than usual. “And get closer.”
They shifted nearer to each other, and Howard took them both in hand. The feeling of finally getting his hand on that shaft made him giddy and eager for more.
“Howie, wrap your leg around him. Yeah, like that,” she praised as he slung his thigh up and over, using his foot to press them even closer still.
Raj bucked up into his fist, causing Howard to break rhythm for only a second. He could feel the slick of the lube mixing with the precome leaking out of both of them, smearing on their stomachs, and his pace quickened.
“Raj,” Bernadette ordered, “coat your fingers in the lube. Good. Now I want you to reach behind Howie, and play with his hole. Don't push inside, just touch it.”
Howard's breath left him in a gush at the first feeling of that strong finger circling around his ass, pressing lightly, teasing him. He faltered again in his stroking as he arched backward into it.
Bernadette had a bit of a fetish for his backside. She had rimmed him, fingered him, even pegged him a couple of times. She knew how he liked to be touched there, and guided Raj in the process of opening him up.
“Slide a finger in. Slowly. Be gentle.” Raj’s hand shook slightly as his digit breached Howard's hole. Howard gasped at the intrusion.
“Don't stop stroking,” Bernie admonished him, and he hastened to resume.
“Good boy,” she purred. “That's my very good boy.” He could hear the wet sound of her rubbing herself in earnest now. His wife was getting off to his best friend finger fucking him. How was this his life?
His thoughts were wiped clean when Raj brushed over the good spot. His whole body went rigid with the pleasure. Raj grinned and stroked over it again. Howard whimpered.
“Oh, you found his prostate!” Bernadette crowed. “Do it again.”
So Raj did. Over and over. Faster. Slower. With two fingers now. With three. Every time he started getting close, Bernadette would have them both stop immediately. Before long, Howard was practically crying with the need for release.
“Bernie, please,” he sobbed after the fourth denied climax. “Please.”
“Does my good boy want to come?” She swung her feet to the carpet and stalked over to the bed.
“Please,” was all Howard could say. He felt his orgasm threatening to crash over him. Just. A little. More…
“Stop,” she said, and Raj did. Howard’s hand halted on its own, and a sob ripped from his throat at being denied again. Tears ran down his face, and Raj kissed them away.
“Howie, roll onto your hands and knees.” He forced his trembling limbs to comply, shaking with the effort. He whimpered at the emptiness when Raj withdrew his fingers; they were so much thicker and longer than Bernadette's, and Howard knew he was ruined now. He'd crave those fingers until the day he died.
“Up,” was all she demanded, and he struggled to sit back. Strong arms encircled him and hauled him up onto his knees, guided him to lean back into a broad chest. The hair of his friend's chest scratched lightly on his shoulder blades.
Bernadette climbed onto the bed and settled herself against the headboard. She spread her legs lewdly, and beckoned him back down. She gently guided his head where she wanted it, and simply commanded, “Eat.”
He licked over her folds once, twice. He sucked a delicious labia into his mouth and thrust his tongue into her.
Bernie moaned in satisfaction. “Raj,” she addressed him, a moan in her voice. “Four fingers.”
Howard sobbed again as his friend's hand pushed in once more, stretching him even further. He knew Raj was thick, that he needed the prep, but this was agony. Delicious, delicious agony.
Raj wasn't gentle, nor was he particularly skilled, but he was enthusiastic and a very quick learner. He homed back in on Howard's prostate immediately, rubbing over it again and again until Howard was whimpering into his wife's pussy
“Make me come, baby,” she demanded. “Make me come and I'll let you have release.”
Howard dragged his brain back from the brink and redoubled his efforts, eating her out like he was starving and she was a Thanksgiving feast. Thankfully, he knew exactly what to do to get her where she needed to go, and before long she was crying out her climax. She grabbed his head and ground into his face, taking what she wanted and needed, and Howard could have cried from relief. It was his turn.
“Raj, stop,” she demanded as soon as she could speak. Howard cried out. He had been so close!
She drew his tear-and-pussy drenched face up to hers and kissed him deeply. “I want to see you come on his cock, baby. Can you do that for me?”
He'd not been able to when she fucked his ass, but he had a sneaking suspicion….
He looked back over his shoulder to find Raj with his hand clamped around the base of his cock. Again his mouth watered at the sight.
“Yeah,” he breathed into her mouth. “Yeah, I can.”
“He's all yours,” she shot over Howard's shoulder.
He braced himself, expecting to be split open without mercy by that thick member, Raj had looked so desperate.
He didn't expect the tender kisses Raj placed on his ass, his spine, up and up until he placed a final kiss below his ear. He was draped over Howard, his erection nudging at Howard's backdoor.
He whispered so softly that Howard couldn't be sure he'd heard him right. But all thoughts flew out of his head as he was slowly impaled by the solid, gentle push of Raj into his hole.
“Fuck,” Raj breathed when he was finally seated. “Howard, you feel like…like home. Fuck.”
He'd probably tease Raj about that cheesy line if he could just catch his breath. If he didn't know exactly how Raj felt.
This was right. They felt made for each other. He basked in the surreal thought that his best friend was finally where he belonged. After a moment to adjust, he began to wiggle impatiently.
“You gotta move, buddy,” he whined. “I need you to move.”
Slowly, Raj pulled back again, and Howard could have whined at the loss. But a quick thrust of his hips buried him to the hilt once more, punching the breath from Howard's lungs.
He leaned his front half down, pressing his hips back further, and Raj took that as the invitation that it was. He set a brutal pace, fucking into him with the desperation of 15 years of denials and pretending that this wasn't exactly what they both wanted.
He adjusted his angle and stars exploded in Howard's vision. His friend had laser focus, hitting him in the prostate with every other thrust.
All too soon, Howard felt the pull of his orgasm in his groin. He just needed a little more. A little friction on his achingly hard and leaking member.
He reached a hand for it, only for Bernadette to stop him with a sharp, “Howie, no!” He slapped his hand to the mattress, crying fully now, desperation in every tear.
“Please,” he wailed. “I can't, I need…”
Raj leaned forward and scooped him up with surprising strength to rest against his chest again. He held him upright, the angle pressing him even deeper into Howard, directly against his prostate. Over and over he battered the bundle of nerves.
He pulled Howard in even tighter. “Howard,” he gasped, “I'm so close.” Howard whimpered, so Raj whispered in his ear, “Come for me, my love.”
Ropes of white shot out of Howard as the single best orgasm of his life crashed over him. He screamed himself hoarse, the feeling washing through him in waves.
He distantly registered Raj clamping his teeth down on his shoulder, crying out his own release. He felt the warmth filling him up, and another orgasm was ripped from him violently, almost painfully.
He must have blacked out for a minute, because the next thing he knew, Bernadette was spooned up behind him, and he was holding Raj’s head to his chest gently.
Holy shit. He and Raj had fucked. And he was certain now that he'd heard correctly.
Raj loved him.
He pressed a sleepy kiss to his best friend's sweaty forehead and whispered, “I love you, too. Always have. Always will.”