Chapter 9
9
Jarrod
I poured myself a shot of whiskey before heading to our bedroom. Despite the earlier words of wisdom by Jason about cleaning and putting away all the items we took with us on our weekend getaway, Jason and I’d emptied the truck, dumping it all in the garage to be dealt with later while Peter relearned how to diaper a baby and settle one down for a nap. This had all been accomplished after we set up the baby supplies—and there was more than Marie had listed—in Katy’s old bedroom—now nursery.
We’d talked Katy into laying down and taking a nap on the bed. It hadn’t taken a genius to see how tired she was and since Liam was freshly fed, diapered, and sleeping, it only made sense for her to sleep as well… even if we—meaning mainly Peter—needed to talk with her. First, she needed sleep, then we’d talk. Together. All four of us.
It was strange to think there was a baby, Peter’s son, in the house. I know we’d talked about Peter having a kid while we were away, but really, it had been an abstract idea. We’d talked more about how to deal with Debbie, his baby momma, if she ever came back and if Peter wanted to have visitations with the child. But never had we discussed or even thought of having a baby living with us full time.
“Crazy, isn’t it?” Jason flopped onto the large bed. Unlike me, he held a bottle of water, I guess I was the only one who needed a little belt of courage.
“Yup.” I drained my glass, placing it on the dresser by the door as I hoped one was enough. Thoughts swirled through my head. They’d been constant since Katy told us what happened. At first, they’d been centred on Debbie and her abandoning her baby before morphing into how good Katy looked with a baby. Anything to keep from thinking about the bigger issues of what having a baby in our house would mean for us and how this would affect Katy because it was easy to see that knowing Peter had a baby had rattled her.
“Guys, I’m really sorry. I can’t even begin to express how pathetic I feel.” Peter dropped his head into his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. “This is all my fucking fault. Why couldn’t I have kept my dick in my pants? And Katy… it had been hard enough to work up the courage to tell her about the possibility, but now, now I have to explain the whole mess after the fact, after she already found out from someone else.”
“Hey,” I sat down beside him, wrapping my arm around him. “You made a mistake. We’re not perfect. She knows that. But now you’re stepping up, you not avoiding or denying anything. You’re dealing with the consequences. That’s something she’ll respect.”
He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. “Do you really mean that?”
I forced the corners of my mouth into a smile. “I really do.”
And I did. I just wasn’t sure what else she’d do.
“Thank you.” He leaned in and kissed me. His warm lips caressed mine as his stubble rasped against mine. Unlike before we became an official couple, this kiss wasn’t a battle for dominance. Instead, it was sweet, loving so I placed my palm against his cheek, holding him to me as I tasted him.
“Fuck me. That’s so hot watching you two like this. Sweet. Loving. Carnal.” The sound of Jason’s zipper sliding down had me smiling as I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue inside Peter’s mouth. Yet even as I lost myself in his lips, my brain wondered if this would be the last time we were all together like this.
How Liam came to be had been a sore spot between Jason and Peter. It’s why Jason pretty much left for the past year. He’d been pissed that Peter thought with his dick instead of thinking about Katy. Yes, he’d been upset that it resulted in Peter not being there to protect her from being sexually assaulted, but Jason knew—I hoped—that the assault wasn’t Peter’s fault. He’d taken months to work through his anger and only the changes Peter made in his life, his coming out about our relationship and his sexuality had shown him that Peter wasn’t the same guy. Now Liam was here. A very visual reminder of all those things and I worried that Jason wouldn’t be able to handle it, breaking up the relationship between him and Peter. If that happened, I didn’t know what I’d do. It’d been hard enough on me when they’d been rocky, but I’d ultimately known that they’d work things out.
Now I wasn’t so sure.
Peter’s hands roamed over my body, sliding under my shirt. Another set of hands—Jason’s—lifted it, pulling it up until my kiss broke to allow the shirt to fly over my head. As Peter rolled and pulled my nipples, Jason pressed his naked chest against my back, rubbing his nipple piercings against me while he worked at removing Peter’s shirt.
Fuck. Were we really doing this now? While Katy slept on the other side of the house with Liam? I guessed we were since Peter left my nipples, trailing the pads of his fingers down over my abdominals before flicking open the button on my shorts.
“I need you. Need you both. Need the connection to know that having Liam here won’t change this, won’t change us,” Peter spit out between licks and nibbles down my throat.
He pulled my hard cock from my shorts as Jason fisted his hair, pulling his face away from my body before his mouth could move any lower. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My need to have my cock buried in someone riding me hard.
“You won’t lose us. We told you that we’d do this together. It might not be the way we talked about it, but he’s your son?—”
“Our son,” Peter interjected.
“Our son,” Jason and I repeated. The words had me gasping—or maybe that was Peter’s hand which was slowly stroking my dick, but no, I think it was more from the words. Our son. My son. I had a child. He might now share my DNA, but he was mine. I was a father. A gift given to me by one of the men I loved.
I don’t know if Jason felt the same revelation as I had, but whatever he’d been going to say before Peter made his comment, seemed to be lost as Jason pulled away from me, allowing me to twist my body so the three of us could see each other.
“We have a kid.” Jason’s eyes were blown wide as he stared at us. “I mean, I knew we had one, but… we have one.” The hysterical note in his voice forced a laugh from me.
“Yeah, we do,” I confirmed.
“And you’re both okay with it? With having him live with us, because I can’t give him up. I’m all he has.”
I held my breath. Peter might have asked the question to both of us, but really, the whole thing, us, hinged on Jason’s answer. I’d already made my decision. I wasn’t going anywhere. When I agreed to be a public couple with Peter—well, agreed to after the fact—it was me, moving to the first rung on my mental ladder that transitioned me from a single man to a family man. Adding in a child was just another rung.
“Don’t you mean we’re all he has?” Jason grinned.
“Do you mean it? You’re really in? Even after all the shit I pulled?”
Jason bit his lip as he moved closer to us, reaching out to take a hand from Peter and I. “How Liam came about sucked and caused lots of problems, hurt a lot of people. But that’s not Liam’s fault. He’s innocent of all this. You, stepping up and being a parent to him, that’s something that I’m not sure you would have done last year. But this year, after all the personal growth you’ve done, deciding to no longer be selfish by only worrying about yourself and doing whatever you wanted, it shows you’re not the same person. I’m not going to keep holding those incidents against you because I know you’re sorry for them. You’ve proven that.”
A few tears rolled down Peter’s cheeks as he pulled us into a hug. “Thank you. I love you both so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, marry you, call you, my husbands.”
My heart sputtered. Had I heard him correctly? Had he really proposed? Even if he hadn’t, just the fact that he was talking about something permanent between us settled those last little worries that had been niggling at the back of my brain. Needing some lightness after all the heavy discussion, I pulled back a little and held out my left hand. “I accept. Now where’s my ring.”
This time it was Peter whose eyes looked like saucers as Jason laughed, holding out his left hand as well. “Yeah, where’s my ring?”
“I’ll play with your ring,” Peter growled, his voice still rough as he regained his composure. “And I know how much you love it.”
He pounced on Jason, smacking their lips together in a kiss that was a carnal as it was claiming. A fight for dominance as he took Jason down on the bed, covering him with his body. Not wanting to be left out, I climbed over both, holding myself up on my knees as I pulled down Peter’s shorts. From the bedside table, I pulled out the lube, covering my fingers before dribbling it down his ass.
“Guess I’m the one ring playing,” I said as I pressed a finger in through his ring, stretching him.
He groaned as he ground down on Jason, rubbing their cocks together while I worked a second finger into him. “Fuck. That feels so good. I need you. Need you now.”
As I pulled my fingers out so I could lube up my cock, Peter slid down Jason’s body, trailing his tongue around various tattoos as he headed south.
Jason slid his fingers in Peter’s hair, gripping tightly. “You’re going to suck my cock, but I’m controlling your movement. Open up.”
My lubed hand slid up and down my dick as I watched Peter, mouth open, poised over Jason. With my spare hand, I reached around him, grasping Jason’s cock until it stood upright. Drool slipped from between Peter’s lips, dribbling over the pierced, mushroom shaped head before running over my fingers. I couldn’t stop the moan that came from my lips as I moved my hands, jacking Jason to the same rhythm I was using on myself. When my fingers slid down towards the base, Jason pushed on Peter’s head, forcing his mouth to chase my hand.
Fuck. My cock was hard watching them, feeling them, like silky velvet. I released my dick, not wanting to finish before I was inside Peter’s ass. With one hand, I tapped Peter’s leg until he spread wider, making it easier for me to hold him open.
Their moans increased, driving my need higher until I was desperate for them. Without waiting, I pressed in, slowly and steadily until I popped through the ring that wanted to strangle me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head when I felt Peter’s tongue trace along my thumb. I released Jason, letting Peter use his hand and mouth while I wrapped my free hand around Peter cock so he be worked over like the rest of us.
Together we drove each other higher. Murmured words of love were punctuated by escalating moans. The sounds of my thighs slapping against Peter’s skin grew louder, faster as I climbed that pinnacle. Together we raced towards the top… as one...
And then we fell. Peter’s cry of release, cut off when his mouth filled with Jason’s. My fingers squeezed Peter’s hip so hard, I was sure I’d left bruises as I emptied myself in him with a cry. It was only at last minute that I remembered about a sleeping Katy and baby. And while I didn’t mind it Katy walked, maybe even joined in, she wasn’t ready for this. Not yet, but soon.
As I pulled out, I collapsed beside them on the bed. My chest heaved as I fought to get oxygen into my lungs. Every muscle in my body trembled and felt like wet noodles.
Peter rolled onto his back between Jason and I, arm flung over his head, shading his eyes. In between gasping breaths, he said, “Guess Jarrod was the one to get my ring after all.”
It wasn’t that funny, but you would have thought it was the funniest shit from the way we laughed. The release of tension and the renewing of our bonds made us giddy. And that’s what made us work. We could be serious, talking about the heaviest shit and then we could make each other laugh, easing those tensions.
With things settled between us, I couldn’t wait to begin the rest of our lives. Now we just needed to keep Katy on board.