Anita Blake 23 - Jason by Laurell K. Hamilton

“Nothing we did takes away from the lovemaking that you and Jason share.”
    “If this is the kind of sex he wants, I’ll never be able to do it.”
    “I don’t want this rough all the time,” Jason said. “Most of the time lovemaking is what I want.” He sat up, drawing his knees in and wrapping his arms around them. He knew he was in trouble.
    “Do you and Anita make love?”
    I wanted to say,
Danger, Will Robinson, danger!
    “Mostly we do this, and I share Anita with Nathaniel, or Jean-Claude. I enjoy sharing with another guy.”
    “Nathaniel was very good at oral; you both need shirts that say,
Oral skills approved by lesbians!
” and she grinned.
    Something tight in my chest eased; if she was making jokes, we could work this out.
    Jason crawled over the bed toward her. “I love you.”
    “I love you, too.” Her face went serious again.
    Jason wrapped her in a hug and kissed her, trying to put more body English into it, but she stopped, and pushed him away enough to study his face. “I get why you want to keep Anita, just for the oral sex alone. She’s amazing at it, and I do not like going down on boys that much.”
    I wanted to ask,
Why not?
, and then thought,
Why not?
“Why don’t you like going down on boys?” I asked.
    “I like breathing, and my gag reflex is a lot more than yours.”
    “I used to have more gag reflex.”
    “How’d you get past it?”
    “Practice,” I said, and I couldn’t help but smile and then look down when I realized I was blushing.
    “Lots,” Nathaniel said, moving toward me.
    “And lots,” Jason said.
    “Of practice,” Nathaniel and Jason said together, and then they laughed that masculine laughter that was usually about girls and sometimes at the girl’s expense, but not always. Sometimes it was just a shared buddy happiness that just happened to involve sex.
    I let my hair hide my face while I finished blushing. God, would I ever not blush?
    “You’re blushing,” J.J. said. “I wouldn’t think this would embarrass you.”
    “I’m not embarrassed about loving oral sex, but lying here naked in front of Jason’s lady love after just fucking our brains out is a little beyond even my usual limits.”
    “Really?” J.J. asked.
    I nodded, and finally looked full at her. Her face was very serious over Jason’s shoulder; the back of his body perfectly nude was wrapped in her arms, but it was as if the nudity meant nothing to her, or even really the sex. If the sex wasn’t bothering her, what was?
    “What’s wrong, J.J.?” I asked; once I wouldn’t have, but I knew that if this was going to work we had to talk about it, all of it.
    “I think I’m trying to process that I’ll never be able to meet all of Jason’s needs.”
    “But he’ll never be able to meet all of yours,” Nathaniel said.
    “That’s different; he’s a boy and I love women.”
    “Why is it different?” I asked.
    She looked at me. “Because I could physically meet his needs that you meet, but he couldn’t meet my needs with Freda, he doesn’t have the right parts.”
    “It’s not just boy and girl parts,” Jason said. “It’s different people meet different needs.”
    “It’s a lot more than just preferred genitalia,” Nathaniel said.
    “What do you mean?” she asked.
    “I’m probably the most truly bisexual person in this bed, so for me it’s really not just the genitalia, but each person in my life meets different needs that no single person, or even two individual people, could meet,” Nathaniel said.
    “Examples,” she said.
    Jason settled behind her so that he was cradling her in her blue silk nightie. It meant they were both mostly covered, and Nathaniel still had his silk shorts on, which meant I was the only truly nude person in the bed; how did this happen? I was suddenly cold, or modest, or both, and I got up enough to slip under the sheet.
    Nathaniel scooted down to slip under the sheets, too, so he could wrap me in his arms, so we were almost