3-way; Happy Endings

Part one of three; Jerry has a problem

Jerry is biting his nails so badly they are starting to bleed.

He can’t seem to understand the overflow of sudden, intense feelings and how they are trying to say something new about himself. Something about his new relationship with George and Elaine.

Saying that he loves them is a understatement; he lives and breathes for them and it’s true, he deeply feels an incredibly beautiful and true connection to these two quirky characters.

This morning left Jerry feeling a bit terrified for a moment, and he can’t seem to calm down and just move on with his day.

They had all been dating consistently now for about two months— yet, they have not yet consummated the relationship at all. He knows it is mostly his fault, he told them they should wait. But, now it felt like they were all just friends again, and he knew long term romantic relationships wouldn’t last forever without, ‘doing the dirty,’ or at the very least, going to the next step of intimacy.

He is worried…

He won’t be able to satisfy either of them. And ever since Kramer found out about their cemented relationship, he isn’t much help.

“When will you put out? You can’t have a woman waiting! Or a man for that matter!” Kramer yells at him, winking obnoxiously.

He is worried he isn’t doing a good job being their collective partner.

He is worried that they’ll leave.

Leave him.

For good.

The thought grips him and takes holds; it’s like a sudden hand that reaches out for him in the dark. It’s motion is rapid, rabid, needy—- and the fingers dig into the skin, trying to penetrate his vessels and veins, and he wants to scream, but he is frozen. Frozen in utter terror, unable to move away or question it’s clawlike hold.

But, he breathes in, and slowly, his thudding heart beat slightly slows down.

He calls up George.

The conversation feels far away and his panic sets in.

Like globs of mush, his words fall out of his mouth—-and zoom out into space.

I must have a problem, Jerry thinks, I must be crazy after all.

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Part two of three, George has a solid idea. Not a scheme, a solution. Trust me.

George is not a patient man.

He hates waiting.

Waiting for food, waiting in line to put gas, waiting in line for check out, anything really.

He even hates waiting for laundry to dry. For his paper money to be fed through the coin exchanger, he hates waiting for the coins to come out of the bottom of the machine. He hates waiting for the weekend—-it’s all good until he has to let go of his need for control.

But, he hears the silence in between Jerry’s seemingly distracted words and waits.

He isn’t upset, in fact, it makes him feel better to understand that Jerry might have anxiety. And George understands what that anxiety is about.

“Darlin’….” George begins clearing his throat, “you know you can always tell me anything. Right? I mean, that goes without saying. You need me to help you—-I mean,” George laughs in an almost shy manner. “You want me to come over?”

“No… no… I… just,” his breath trembles in his throat, making Jerry shudder under his own tension. “Okay. Come over.” Jerry wants to say please but his words are stuck in his chest.

“Jer, I’ll be right there.” George almost hangs up, but gets the feeling that Jerry needs him to stay on the phone. So he waits, and says, “Hey, I love ya. So much. Just stay on the line. Kay?”

Jerry purses his lips, and feels his eyes water.

“Breathe in and breathe out,” George says.

And while George drives, he puts the call on speaker and waits until he gets to Jerry’s place.

As soon as George is buzzed in, he knows the door is open. As he comes in, he sees that Jerry is on the couch, looking tense and stiff.

George waits. And locks the door behind him.

Their gazes, once fixed and faraway, lock into each other’s like a magnet, and Jerry feels his heart pounding in his ears.

“Baby? You okay? You need me to get you anything? A hot tea? A blanket, anything at all?” George whispers.

Jerry looks at him and says, “The only thing I need is you.”

George still waits.

Though it is now admittedly harder to do, he is still.

“I gotta solution, Jer.”

“Yea? What’s that?”

“You need a good fuck.”

Jerry bites his fingers again, thinking just how damn sexy that sounded coming from his boyfriend’s mouth, just how dirty it feels. And Jerry can’t wait anymore.

But, as they both collide, and settle into each other’s hot embrace, all they do is tightly hold each other. George kisses Jerry on the cheek.

“That wasn’t a scheme to get you to put out. I just missed you. I’m glad I waited, baby. I’m glad we all waited,” George sighs, breathing into Jerry’s neck.

And Jerry is happy—because the ending is just beginning—-and nothing else in the world could make this as perfect as it was.

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Part three of three; all the time in the world and we didn’t ever do anything with it

George leaves after awhile, and wishes he and Jerry could’ve fooled around a bit. He knows Jerry is feeling calmer since he first saw him, and that makes him feel good even so.

George realizes he is in deep with his old high school best friend and his other best friend Elaine. He knows it’s so much more than lust.

He reminds himself how important Jerry is to him. Of how he always dreamed of keeping him in his life for good. And to keep Elaine equally close to him—-to protect them both with strength and respect and support and love.

Of not wasting anymore time.

But, he can’t seem to stop his aching body.

His heart feels safe——but his body is quivering and in pain from no release.

But, as he realizes his privacy and starts to get completely comfortable with that solitude——

Elaine calls.

He picks up, his breath weak and his stomach twisted.

“Heya, babe,” Elaine says. “What’s the plan for the weekend? It’s hump day, but feels like hunchback day. I’m bushed. Work was annoying. Hah. How’re you?”

George grins. “Good. Good. Work was alright. Sorry about your day.”

“Eh, no problem. It makes it easier at work thinking about yo—both of you guys.” She bites her tongue. George realizes that Elaine wanted to say she just missed him, but stepped over the affirmation by saying both.

Of course, their friendship was always a bit delayed and felt awkward at first, with Jerry being the spearhead of the three-way friendship—-helping bridge the gap between the oddness of George and Elaine’s disquieting lack of normal conversations when Jerry wasn’t around.

George sensed early on that the dynamics changed dramatically since they all decided to be romantically involved.

He felt like he was the one in control of the affection in the relationship.

Elaine also sensed it. She liked the change. It made her feel safe.

Jerry knew it. But, he still vaguely attempted to call the shots, thinking it was the same as before when they were friends.

“Sweetie, what do you think about fooling around?” George asks after more back and forth banter.

Elaine laughs. “Huh?”

“I mean… what do you think about us each fooling around with each other. Separately and all together? Are you ok with that idea?”

Elaine pauses, and thinks it’s not a bad idea, but is still unsure. “Well, I’d say that this marks the longest time I’ve been in a relationship with anyone where I am basically as abstinent as when I’m single. So… I guess. Like.. you and me fool around sometimes?”

George is surprised by the candor, and clears his throat several times before answering. “Ye-yea. Me and you. And you and Jerry. And… Jerry and I. And of course, well…”

Elaine frowns. “Okay. Let’s be clear. We only do the nasty when all of us are present. But… we can fool around with each other if we want to. Right?”

“Yea. But, let’s also plan to tell Jerry and make sure he’s okay with that.”

Elaine hums a bit. “Of course.”

Silence hits the air. Elaine thinks that this whole conversation is a bit off and decides to ask George something more directly.

“I know you just saw Jerry today. Did you guys do anything?”

“No. We didn’t. We just cuddled. He seemed upset. I wanted to make sure he was alright.”

“Not.. not that I would mind, you know.”

George sighs. “I know. But, we didn’t.”

“But… you really wanted to. Right?”

George gulps. “Yes.”

Elaine licks her lips. “That’s hot.”

“The..ehh, hehe, really?”

“You’re so nervous. Why?”

“I never thought we’d all be so crazy open with each other.”

“Well, we already told each other everything practically anyway. But, you always secretly wanted this. I can tell. I know you did. And…” Elaine’s voice gets breathy. “You have thought about making love to me. Haven’t you?”

George whimpers a barely audible, “Yea..”

“But, now, Jerry is here, in between us. Right?”

George nods, knowing he’s on the phone and she can’t see.

“And you keep picturing that skinny Jewish guy in between your legs, huh?”

George’s eyes widen. “Holy fuck, Laney…”

“Go ahead. Touch yourself. Think about his hardness against yours. Think about going wild on him. Making him arch his back as you’re on top of him. Making him cry out softly in slow, sweet, mounting pleasure.”

George is silently picturing it. It is so utterly erotic hearing her this way, a visceral sort of expression that feels raw but feral in a sense. But, this wasn’t the first time George heard Elaine practically encapsulating a strip tease with her voice.

Elaine had left Jerry a very sexual voicemail long ago, not saying her name, and Jerry had everyone hear it, making George immediately attracted to his friend. No longer did Elaine have those “buddy” vibes anymore.

George just never thought he’d have the chance with her, like this.

“Laney…” George whines, “honey? This… is… let’s wait for Jerry…”

“Are you not touching yourself?” Elaine almost makes the question sound like an admonishment, as though it is an insult if he isn’t.

“I’m trying not to.”

“Just do it, babe, I wanna hear you. Jerry won’t mind. I…” she sucks air in through her teeth and feels her chest tighten. “I want to feel something specific with you. Like…How you and Jerry feel together. And how Jerry and I feel together. Alone. I want you to know I feel.. I want you to know how I feel about you.”

George smiles and sighs, “How do you feel about me?”

“I want you to know me. And I wanna know you. Get it? I want you to make love to me.”

“Well… that certainly clears it up,” George laughs nervously.

“And I want you make Jerry feel good, too. And we don’t wanna wait. All this time we’ve had together, all the time in the world, and we didn’t do anything with it. We wasted it. Squandered it. Wasted it on people who weren’t going to last because we were supposed to be together.” Elaine sighs. “And my life can’t be completely whole until you and I are on board. We know Jerry is. You know?”

George feels his heart tremble. “Yea. I do, Laney. I do. I always liked you. I just… always felt this barrier, a thin, invisible film dividing us between our individual, close friendship between Jerry. But, I… I don’t think it’s like that anymore. I think we have something on our own, too. It’s grown so much. When you were the first one there for me with my mother at the hospital. You really made me feel taken care of. And Laney, I appreciate your sentiments—-about waiting.”

Elaine smiles to herself and feels her whole body feel incredibly light, her breath tickling her throat. “Aw, George, you’re so sweet. I’m glad I was there with you that day.”

“Me too,” George sucks the inside of his cheek. “I can’t wait to see you two. I know we’ve been talking about moving in together—-hopefully that will be soon. Work is crazy with our schedules—-trying to get us all to do this together.”

“Speaking of doing this together… are we are going to do it?”

George laughs. “Uh, duh. I’m gonna make you two feel better.”

Elaine bits her lip, and feels pressure building in her upper thighs and lower back, “Make us feel better a couple times, kay, babe?”

George says as seductively as possible, “All night long, cutie pie.”

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