He no longer had that worry, at least, of Emma being alone at home in the evenings if he was delayed.
And Brandon took comfort knowing he had two backups to help intimidate boys for when she finally started dating.
Brandon reached over to the bedside table, pulled the drawer open, and found the lube and a condom. He held them up. “Who gets their turn first?”
Jeff sat up, grabbing them, and what felt like seconds later was kneeling over him and impaling his ass on Brandon’s cock.
Stuart changed places, moving up the bed to kiss Brandon while Jeff started bouncing up and down, fucking himself on Brandon. Then Brandon grabbed Stuart’s hair and guided him down to Jeff’s cock.
“Don’t let him come. Just keep him nice and hard, boy.”
Stuart eagerly went to work on Jeff’s cock, worshipping his shaft and balls, making Jeff gasp with pleasure. While he did that, Brandon stroked Stuart’s back, his finger sliding down the crack of Stuart’s ass, teasing him and making him moan.
“That’s right, baby. That’ll get filled for you soon.”
Brandon reached under Stuart and wrapped his fingers around his cock, but not jacking him. He only wanted him hard and needy, begging for whatever Brandon decided to give him that morning.
Times like this, beautiful little pockets of pleasure and need and nothing but passion, Brandon felt at peace. He knew the three of them were perfect together.
He held on to Jeff’s hips and started fucking his cock up into him, knowing it wouldn’t take him long to get off that morning, considering how well the two men had primed him.
Jeff braced his hands against the headboard and fucked Brandon hard. “Give it to me, Sir.”
“You just want to fuck his ass.”
“Damn right I do. He woke me up sucking my cock. I’m fucking horny, Sir.”
“Ah. I missed the fun.”
“We let you sleep in a few minutes, Sir.”
Brandon quit holding back and gave him what he wanted, pulling Jeff in for a kiss after he exploded in the man’s sweet ass. In a flash, Jeff had Stuart on his back. He’d rolled a condom on his cock and started pounding away at Stuart’s ass like a man on a mission.
Brandon rolled onto his side, amused, as always, to watch them like this. It was always fun to see them together.
“You can fucking hold it until after I get mine,” Jeff told him. “You’ll be lucky I don’t make you hold it all day. Not fair waking me up like that.”
Brandon kissed Stuart, fucking his mouth with his tongue. “Hold it, boy. You heard him. I told him he could do what he wanted to you.”
Stuart whined, his gaze already glazed and spacey as Jeff pounded his cock into him.
“That’s right,” Jeff said. “Gonna get…mine…first.” He slammed home with one last thrust, Brandon watching as Jeff’s eyes fell closed, finally sated.
Brandon grabbed Stuart’s hands and held them pinned over his head. “Now what?” he asked Jeff.
Jeff finally opened his eyes, smiling down at Stuart. He slicked the pre-cum already leaking from Stuart’s slit up and down his stiff cock.
“You get to come if you can before I stop stroking you. So get busy.”
Brandon smiled. “Oooh, sounds like my boy is getting toppy with you. I think you should probably listen to him.”
Stuart tried to rock his hips in time with Jeff’s motions. “Please make me come.”
“That’s up to you.” Jeff slowed his strokes, a broad grin filling his face. “Don’t be stubborn or I’ll have to get the cane. Maybe you need the cane. Maybe that’s what I should do.”
“I’ll take the cane, please!”
“Hmm.” Jeff’s hand slowed further and it was all Brandon could do not to laugh and spoil the mood.
“If I give you five cane strokes, will you come for me?”
“Yes, please!”
Jeff winked at Brandon. “Then wait here while I get it.” He let go of Stuart’s cock and got out of bed.
“Nooo!” Stuart was now humping air and sounding desperate.
When Jeff returned a moment later with the cane, he had Stuart roll onto his hands and knees. With the cane in one hand and Stuart’s cock in the other, Jeff got started.
Brandon had to hand it to Jeff, he timed it perfectly. By the fifth stroke he had Stuart coming, desperately humping his hand while sticking his ass out for the cane strokes.
Beautiful.
And all his, both of them.
Once they’d all cleaned up and crawled back into bed, Brandon yawned. “Who’s making me breakfast this morning?”
Stuart pointed at Jeff. “His turn.”
Brandon smacked Jeff’s bare ass with his hand. “Why did you come back to bed?”
“To snuggle.”
“Ah. Okay, then. After snuggling, go cook me some grub. Please.”
This was starting to become another well-loved routine between them. Even on mornings when Emma was home.
They just had to be extra quiet on those mornings, and make sure they had clothes on.
Finally, Jeff climbed out of bed to get breakfast started. Brandon pulled Stuart tightly against him, kissing him. “Better?”
He rubbed his ass against Brandon. “Better, Sir.”
“Happy?”
He let out a sigh. “Very.”
* * * *
“Dad! I’m going to be late! I’m going to leave if you don’t get out here and say good-bye.”
“I’m coming,” Brandon called back from the bedroom. “You’re killing me, Smalls.”
Jeff pointed at her plate. “You didn’t finish your breakfast.”
Emma rolled her eyes, but smiled as she picked up the last bite of toast and downed it.
“Thank you,” he said.
She carried her plate to the sink, rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher. On her way out of the kitchen, she stopped and kissed Jeff’s cheek. “Thanks for making me breakfast. I appreciate it.”
As she continued on to the living room, Jeff stared after her, a smile plastered across his face. That’s when Stuart walked in. “Why are you smiling?”
“She told me thanks, and that she appreciated me making her breakfast.”
“Oooh, play the lottery tonight.”
“Smart-ass.”
Stuart leaned in for a kiss, dropping him a wink.
Just another early morning in their house.
Four months into living together, and they were planning their collaring ceremony.
Rather, Brandon was planning it. Jeff and Stuart were happy with whatever their Sir wanted.
Brandon emerged to give Emma her good-bye hug and kiss before she headed off for swim practice.
“Why does she have to leave so early when school’s out for the summer?” he griped as he headed for the kitchen to get his coffee.
“Because she’s in AP classes in summer school,” Jeff reminded him. “She still has to go practice early.”
“Oh. Right.” He slumped onto a stool at the breakfast bar. At least the house was nearly done now. With the three of them working on it, and with Emma’s help, it’d finally come together.
Jeff and Brandon had literally held Stuart’s hands while he talked to his mom on the phone and admitted he was both gay and living with two men. She hadn’t been happy about the revelation, but she had, at least, told Stuart she loved him.
That he’d probably burn in hell, but she loved him.
He considered it a win, which surprised Jeff and Brandon, but they had never met his parents before.
Jeff’s parents were a little confused by him having two partners, but they considered Emma an adopted granddaughter, and to them, that was well worth the deal. Jeff’s sister and her boyfriend were fine with it, too, as long as he was happy.
Brandon told his parents, who weren’t thrilled. But when they found out Emma adored Jeff and Stuart, they kept any complaints to themselves and at least pretended to tolerate it.
Brandon’s two bro
thers and their spouses seemed to quietly accept it, although Stuart and Jeff didn’t have a lot of contact with them anyway.
Tracey and Pat were Tracey and Pat. Unfortunately, Tracey was still married to Pat and didn’t show any signs of changing that status, no matter how much Emma wished she would.
Brandon, after Ed had done his research, finally admitted to Tracey he was involved with both men.
He wanted it to come from him, not from Emma accidentally spilling the beans. Plus, it wasn’t fair to Emma to have to keep that secret, willing accomplice or not.
Tracey hadn’t been happy about it, but as soon as she’d started to wind up like she was going to cause trouble, he’d shut her down and reminded her of the Coast Guard helo being called out.
She’d hung up on him, but she hadn’t mentioned his relationship status again, to him or Emma.
Stuart passed Brandon his coffee mug. “There you go, Sir.”
“Thank you, boy.” He took a sip and stared at them. “Next weekend is our collaring.”
Jeff stared at him. “Next weekend?” He hadn’t realized Brandon was so close to making that decision.
He smiled. “Second thoughts?”
“Nope.”
Stuart returned to Brandon’s side and kissed him. “Whenever you’re ready for us, Sir.”
He reached up and cupped Stuart’s cheek. “I don’t know how we got so lucky, but I’m not going to question it.”
“At least I can safely quit being fluent in heartache,” Jeff joked.
“Damn right you can,” Brandon said. “I think we all can.”
THE END
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