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Authors: Ceri Grenelle

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“Will you show me your room?”

“It’s the best room ever.” He wiggled out of her embrace and ran off. “Come on, Harper,” he called.

Harper turned back to Theo and Flynn. She walked over to Theo and dipped her hand into his jeans, fisting his cock.

“Jesus, Harper.”

“Flynn needs a little attention. Screw cooking dinner. I’ll order Chinese food from upstairs. I’m giving you both a half hour.”

With that, she walked out of the room, running upstairs after the energetic Ben.

Flynn and Theo stared after her for half a moment before they came to their senses and jumped on one another. Theo pushed Flynn’s hands away as he attempted to go for his jeans. He shoved him up against the counter, their lips and tongues mingling.

“Shit, you taste like Harper. Were you licking our girl’s pussy?”

“Yes.” Flynn panted through their kisses as Theo undid the fastenings on his jeans, shoving the material down. He pulled away and turned Flynn around.

“Did you make her come? Keep your hands on the counter, push your hips out. Yeah, like that.” Theo smacked Flynn’s bare ass. “Answer my question.”

“Yes.” Flynn’s breathing became ragged, his need for release a pulsing drum in his veins.

Theo went to his knees behind Flynn and nuzzled his face into Flynn’s ass.

“Tell me about it. Don’t stop talking, no matter what I do to you.”

“She—ah, fuck!” Flynn cried out, excited for what he hoped was about to happen. Theo lapped his tongue at his hole. His inner walls clenched and burned for something to fill it. “I need you inside me. Shit, I need it to be rough.”

“I know. But you’re not doing what I said. I’m not going to reward bad behavior.”

“I licked her pussy,” he said as Theo resumed his tongue lashing. Theo wrapped his hand around Flynn’s balls and squeezed, rubbing and massaging them to the rhythm of his licks. Then he pushed his tongue inside Flynn’s asshole, fucking in and out of him as Flynn had done to Harper earlier. It was amazing.

“I fucked her with my tongue, like what you’re doing. She came in my mouth, and I sucked her juices up.”

He felt Theo step away from him, his tongue and touch gone. Flynn felt bereft, cold without the man’s massive heat against his back. He turned to look for him, but he was there again in less than a minute. Flynn’s skin was crawling.

“I need—”

Theo bit down on Flynn’s shoulder. Hard. “I know what you need,” Theo said around the hunk of flesh between his teeth. He kept his mouth there, holding Flynn down in a primal display of possession as a slick and oily substance coated Flynn’s asshole.

Flynn groaned as Theo pushed fingers inside him, foregoing any gentleness or care. They were both strung tight, and it had been too long since the two had been with one another. “No prep. Get your dick inside me.”

“We haven’t done this yet,” Theo said, continuing to push his fingers in and out of Flynn’s ass. “How long has it been for you since someone’s fucked you here?” On his last word, Theo hooked his fingers and found the sweet spot, making Flynn’s knees shake.

“It doesn’t matter how long. I want you inside me. Please, fuck me.”

“You don’t need to beg,” Theo whispered next to Flynn’s ear before removing his fingers and lining up his cock, pressing against Flynn’s hole. Flynn felt the pressure for entrance like a dam about to burst. “I’ve wanted to do this since you fucked me for the first time, to make you mine completely.”

“I am yours.”

Theo gave Flynn what he wanted and shoved himself balls-deep inside Flynn’s chute. Flynn cried out, gripping the counter as his ass burned from the stretch. It was exactly what he needed. Theo wrapped his arms up and around Flynn’s shoulders, keeping Flynn secured to him.

“Hold on,” was all Theo said before he began to ram his cock in and out of Flynn’s ass.

Flynn tried to hold on, he tried to take it in and enjoy the sensual assault, but it was all too much. He gave in, shoving his own hips back at the invasion and taking Theo in as hard as Theo pushed.

“You call this rough?” Flynn taunted, reaching back, digging his hands into Theo’s hair. “I’ve seen you fuck Harper harder. I want the animal inside you.”

Theo growled, pulling Flynn away from the counter, then pushing him down onto the ground. He wrapped Flynn’s hair in a harsh grip and pushed his face down to the floor.

“Yes,” Flynn groaned as Theo thrust his cock back inside him, baser needs taking control. Flynn liked to take control a lot of the time, but not right now. Submission was sweet when it was a man he loved who dominated.

Theo had let go of Flynn’s shoulder as they had moved away from the counter. Now he had one hand over the bite mark on his shoulder and the other in Flynn’s hair, keeping his head down. Theo rutted on him, grunting and swearing with each push of his cock. Then he changed his angle, and his thick shaft rubbed against that spot inside Flynn that drove him crazy.

“Yes, Theo,” Flynn chanted over and over again, invoking the name of his lover as a worshipper might whisper the name of their god.

Theo took his hand away from Flynn’s hair and fisted Flynn’s cock, rubbing him off in a fast and jerky pace, his hand still covered in oil. It was enough to make Flynn go over.

“Come for me, sexy,” Theo groaned as his release began to spurt into Flynn’s hole. “Aw, shit. I’m coming inside you, baby. Come for me. Come on my hand. I want to lick it off after.”

Flynn’s yell was hoarse, his body used to exhausting perfection. The tension and anxiety he’d been feeling since driving up to his house with his lovers in tow had melted away. He’d spent the first of it giving Harper pleasure, and the last Theo had fucked right out of him.

Theo pulled out of him gently, rubbing Flynn’s sore hole as it eased back into its normal size, no longer needing to stretch to accommodate him.

“Look at me.” His voice was still growly, and the base need made Flynn look over his shoulder at the large man. Theo sat on his haunches, licking the cum-stained hand clean, as he’d promised he would. And though he’d spent himself all over his kitchen floor, Flynn felt his cock twitch at the sight. “I love how you taste. I love how Harper’s honey tasted on your lips.” Once his hand was clean, he leaned forward and kissed Flynn, a slow and carnal dance of tongue and lips. “Stay there.”

He left for a moment, and all Flynn could do was stay where he was and rest his head on his arms for support. He was strung out. The sensation of a warm cloth against his hole made him jerk.

“Sorry. Wanted to clean you.”

“The floor,” Flynn mumbled. He moaned when Theo’s tongue replaced the cloth.

“Mm, I can’t wait to come back to this later.”

Flynn pushed away from his insatiable love and turned onto his back, avoiding the wet spot on the floor. “It will be better with Harper.”

“It’s great with either of you, but you’re right. It’s the best with all three of us together. I want to suck her off. The taste of her on you made me crazy.” Theo grasped his cock, still hanging free over his open zipper. “Shit, I could go again.”

Flynn was about to help Theo by taking him in his mouth, when the doorbell rang.

“Dinner!” Ben screamed from upstairs.

Theo smiled as he wiped up the mess from their loving on the floor. “That will have to wait.”

“Yes, but it will happen tonight.” Flynn stood, offering a hand to help Theo up, then kissing him. They helped one another straighten out their clothes, all the while unable to stop kissing and touching.

“Daddy, stop making out with Theo and come get the dinner,” Ben cried from the doorway.

Both men laughed and did as the tiny master of the house told them.

Harper had done as she promised and ordered a vast amount of Chinese food. Flynn could only be thankful, as his appetite had expanded to that of twenty men once the food was in front of him. They ate at the kitchen island, keeping the dinner casual. Ben talked the most, usually about nonsensical things that Harper and Theo tried desperately to keep up with. It was pretty great.

After dinner, they put away the leftovers, then traipsed into the family room to watch a movie. Ben picked the DVD, of course, and showed off his technical prowess by choosing the correct input on the TV and loading the disc to press Play.

Theo held out his arms for Ben to cuddle into on the couch as Harper asked, “Who still owns DVDs? Isn’t everything available on streaming nowadays?”

“I like to collect things,” Flynn admitted. “I like the sense of physically owning these movies, not having to search for them beyond my own library.”

“Says the man who deals in cyber security,” Theo said, Ben now curled up on his lap and wrapped up in the start of the movie.

“All the more reason for me to appreciate the tangible, don’t you think?”

“Too right,” Harper mumbled, her head on Flynn’s shoulder.

The movie sped by like a dream. Ben was asleep before the movie ended, and they all helped in putting him in his pajamas, making sure he had his nightlight on, and tucking him into bed. Before they left for the night, Ben reached out to grab Harper’s hand and asked, “Can you make pancakes for breakfast?”

“Absolutely. What kind?”

“Chocolate. Daddy doesn’t let me have those.”

“Then we won’t tell him. I’ll make you the best pancakes ever, and it will be our secret.”

“’kay. Good night, Harper.”

She kissed him on his forehead and whispered, “Good night.”

Flynn had trouble keeping his emotions together. This was what he had waited for, this sense of complete, contented happiness. This was what a family was, and he finally had it.

* * * *

Harper collapsed onto the comfortable, gray-patterned nesting chair in the corner of the large master bedroom. She leaned back and took the space in, growing to appreciate Flynn’s decorative style. The master bedroom, while painted white, was anything but stark. There was a beautiful hardwood floor, and the walls were accented with unique patterns and panels. The bed was large, thank goodness, and had a plethora of pillows she couldn’t wait to sink into. She didn’t dislike Theo’s apartment, but he had a serious lack of pillows.

“I like your house,” she said, continuing to observe the room.

“Thanks. I worked hard on it.”

“I can tell. Did you design it yourself?”

“Marcie and the designer I hired helped, but yeah, it was mostly me.”

“It’s beautiful. I can see you everywhere in it.”

“You never said anything like that about my place,” Theo said, striding into the room.

Harper should have played along with the joke, but she couldn’t help herself; the niggling, itching sensation she usually felt when restless glowed like a red light within her mind. “Because your home looks like corporate housing.”

“What?”

“An apartment someone might stay in for a few months before finding a permanent home.” The words fell out of her mouth like a waterfall, and she couldn’t stop herself. “The pictures and art on the walls are stock photos, and the apartment itself is devoid of any character. The biggest part of you I found in that apartment was your Pandora station.”

“Harper,” Flynn admonished. “Theo has a great home.”

“I have pictures of my family and mementos from my life all over that apartment. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s all haphazard. It’s cold.”

“You’re an interior designer now, are you?”

“No, but I know when an item or a picture is important, and everything in those rooms felt like some obligatory shrine to—”

“Harper!” Flynn said loudly. “Enough.”

“To my parents?” Theo asked, not letting it go.

“Yes. To the specters haunting your life. Why won’t you talk about them?”

“They were my parents, and now they’re dead. I don’t know why you think knowing anything beyond those facts will benefit you.”

She could hear Theo was well and truly pissed, but she was done with this wall Theo kept around himself. He gave his body to them but not his mind, and Theo’s intellect and memories were such a large part of him, it was almost like they experienced half of who he was.

“Because they’ll help me know you,” she said, trying not to yell.

“You want to know something about me, then ask.”

“I do, and you never answer any questions. Over and over I ask you. Why are you afraid to talk about them?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“For someone who has an apartment filled with pictures of only his parents, it sure is odd that he’s reluctant to talk about them.”

“Because if I talk about them, they’ll take me over,” Theo burst out, his arms spread wide. “All I had were my parents. We traveled for their work, and I never stayed long enough in one city to make any lasting friendships. It was them, into my college years, every fucking day. By the time I went to medical school, I was so used to being with them that I shunned any attempts at friendships. I had acquaintances and physical relationships, but…anything else was unfamiliar and awkward for me, and I avoided it. I don’t… I didn’t trust people.” His rancor seemed to dissipate as he went on, leaving him looking tired and defeated. “When they died, I didn’t know how to restart the programming they’d drilled into me. Study. Work. Work is passion, and that’s all one needs in life. People are fake and false, and all you have is your own mind. Keep your opinions to yourself except when it comes to work. Friendships don’t last. All you have is you.” Theo sank down onto the bed, his elbows resting on his knees.

Whatever it was she had expected to hear, it wasn’t some twisted measure of mental and emotional abuse. Because no matter how much Theo seemed to respect his parents, isolating a child like that and teaching him not to trust others was abuse.

“Is that what you wanted to hear? That I’m a weird loner without any friends?”

“I wanted—”

“That’s what my colleagues think. I hear them whispering and joking about me. You happy?” He stood, then picked up his shoes from where he’d tossed them on the floor. “I think I should go.”

Harper stepped in front of the door, her hands up, placating. “I wanted the truth. I wanted to know you. You said you didn’t trust people. Do you trust us?”

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