EPILOGUE #2
Beckett spent a few more minutes opening me up before replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. “If it’s too much, tell me, and we’ll stop.”
“It’ll hurt at first, it’ll burn, and you’ll want to push him out. Follow that instinct, and it’ll help him ease inside. Then, the burning will be replaced by pleasure. Promise,” Theo guided with all his bottoming wisdom.
That was part of why I preferred him here for the experience—but also because I loved him and we did most things together. There was no reason for him to sit in another room. He belonged here, with us.
“Ready?” Beckett asked, one hand steadying my hip while the other guided himself against me, pressing along my crack.
“Yes,” I responded, my jaw tight as I prepared myself.
My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped at the first feeling of him pushing inside. His cock was bigger than three of his fingers, but it wasn’t unbearable. My eyes closed tight, and I bit my lip as he pushed in, inch-by-inch.
I followed Theo’s advice to help him ease inside, my body attempting to push him out, and it worked.
Now, he was buried to the hilt, the warmth of his body flush against mine. A sound escaped me, half-gasp, half-curse. “It feels…different.”
Beckett chuckled. “Sure does. But good, hopefully?”
“Yes. I think…I think you can move now. I can handle it,” I told him.
Beckett withdrew slightly, then eased himself back with careful tenderness. His chest brushed against my spine as he bent to trail his lips across my shoulders, establishing a rhythm both deliberate and gentle, allowing my body time to accommodate him.
“Fuck, Asher. You feel so fucking good, and you’re doing so good for me. Taking every inch so well,” he praised.
I buried my face in the comforter, surrendering as my body found its own rhythm between them—forward into the heat of Theo’s palm, then back to meet Beckett’s deliberate movements with an urgency he hadn’t yet matched.
“Oh, shit. Ready for more?” he asked.
“Yes. Are you going to fuck me, or are you going to sit there and let me do the work?”
Theo’s thumb slid over me, slick and warm, and my voice caught in my throat, breaking into a sound I barely recognized.
Beckett’s rhythm faltered, then returned with new force—each thrust rocking me forward, my body no longer my own.
I collided with Theo’s steady palm, the pressure both relief and torment.
His fingers curled possessively while my gaze fixed on his lips, parted and flushed, making me wish I could use his mouth.
His mouth was heaven.
“I want to see you kiss him,” Beckett requested.
I turned my head to the side to face Theo.
Theo’s eyes darkened. “Don’t gotta tell me twice.” His lips found mine, unhurried yet scorching. My fingers tangled in his hair as Beckett shifted behind me. The slight change sent lightning up my spine, stars bursting behind my eyelids as he nailed my prostate.
I broke away from Theo’s kiss, head falling back against Beckett’s shoulder. My lungs forgot how to work. My thighs trembled. The universe narrowed to that single point of contact where Beckett and I connected, where pleasure built like a gathering storm.
Worth the wait. Worth everything.
“That…that feels really good.” I tugged the comforter until my knuckles turned white, while the headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall. Each forceful movement of his body against mine produced a sound that seemed to echo through the otherwise quiet room.
“I’m going to come soon. I’m so close. Holy shit.”
Beckett’s fingers pressed into the soft skin below my navel, his palm hot against my stomach as he pulled me upward. My spine arched, shoulder blades finding the damp heat of his chest.
My vision blurred at the edges, a gasp catching in my throat as he found that perfect spot inside me, my body tensing with each precise thrust that sent electric currents racing up my spine.
Theo’s eyes locked with mine as he approached on all fours, the tip of his tongue tracing a slow circle around his lips.
His mouth enveloped me in one fluid motion, the heat of his breath against my skin as his forehead pressed against my stomach.
Behind me, Beckett’s fingers dug into my hips, his rhythm building as stars exploded behind my eyelids.
My legs trembled as Theo’s throat vibrated with a hum that traveled through every nerve in my body.
His fingers tightened around my thighs as I shuddered, his eyes never leaving mine even as I began to fill his mouth with my cum, some leaking from the sides.
“Holy shit, it’s amazing. Oh God,” I cried out, my hand roughly tugging Theo’s hair and holding him against me before his sputtering caused me to let go, not wanting to hurt him.
“I can’t wait to fill your tight little hole. To show you that you belong to me the same way I belong to you,” Beckett whispered in my ear.
Theo’s face lit with mischief as he positioned himself behind Beckett.
In the dresser mirror to my left, I caught sight of him, face pressed between Beckett’s cheeks, his tongue working eagerly even as Beckett’s body rocked forward with each thrust into me, seemingly unbothered by the rhythm that occasionally knocked him backward.
“Holy shit. Oh God. Oh fuck. That’s so good, Theo. I’m going to fucking come. Take all my cum,” Beckett announced before his thrusts stopped, his cock buried deep in my ass while his thighs trembled and his cock pulsed deep inside me, filling me.
I groaned. “I almost don’t want to shower you away, but I’m not going to meet Theo’s parents as his boyfriend with cum in my ass.”
Beckett’s heavy breathing filled my ear as he slowly pulled out of me, the soft trickle of cum down my thigh a foreign feeling, but one I liked. Suddenly, I hated the idea of bathing after sex.
“This time, I’ll get the bath going,” Beckett said. He pressed kisses along my shoulder as we both caught up on our breathing. “You did so good. Thank you for such an amazing gift. I love you.”
When Beckett’s warmth disappeared as he set off to get a bath going for me, I collapsed onto the bed, lying in Theo’s arms until I was forced to bathe to prepare for today’s activities.
***
No bath could make me feel clean enough as we were heading to Theo’s parents’ house.
I kept clenching around nothing, scared evidence of what happened would soak my pants.
It was probably my increased nerves about him telling his parents about our relationship status causing me to freak out about it.
We hadn’t intentionally kept our relationship a secret from his family. Theo was pretty certain they’d be accepting of him, and of us. We just wanted to be certain and be in a good place before we said anything.
Theo’s family returned to their Mercer Island home for Christmas break, like clockwork. Despite spending winters away in a warmer climate, they typically came back for holiday breaks, minus Thanksgiving this year.
While I had been to Theo’s summer home, I hadn’t actually been to his parents’ Mercer Island home.
I did see it online, though.
It was just as gorgeous in person.
The driveway was simple, but the house was anything but.
Large concrete stairs led us to the front door; the whole inside was visible from the expansive windows on the front-facing wall. Bad for privacy, but absolutely stunning.
The entryway was a beautiful, partially open hallway that led to a family room on the right, a dining room ahead, and a kitchen off to the left.
I heard chatter from the family room and followed Theo in, our hands locked together with me to his right and Beckett to his left.
“Beckett, darling!” Theo’s mom beamed, opening her arms wide to bring Beckett into a hug.
“How are you holding up, dear?” she questioned.
Beckett had dropped Theo’s hand to hug her, but she looked downward at where I was still holding onto his hand.
“Asher!” she said, squealing. “What…what’s going on here?
” she asked, looking between us with a curious glance.
“Well, Mom, that’s what I’m here to talk about,” Theo said, taking a deep breath.
The room behind her fell silent; all eyes were on us. There weren’t many people in the room, just his parents, a family friend, and a few aunts, uncles, and cousins.
This was quite the time to announce our relationship status.
I tried to let go of his hand, overthinking things, but he held tighter, keeping me by his side. “I’m dating Asher…and Beckett,” Theo said, a sigh of relief escaping him. “It’s been a few months, and it’s been rocky, but we’re all together.”
His mom’s eyes widened slightly, then crinkled at the corners as a soft laugh escaped her. “Theo, sweetie, did you think we didn’t notice something was going on? We’re old but we’re not blind.”
“Not yet,” his dad called from his spot on the couch.
“You’re not…mad? It’s a little unconventional. Might tarnish the family name.”
His dad sputtered mid-sip, champagne nearly shooting from his nose as laughter overtook him. “The family name? We don’t care what anyone thinks. We just love you and want you to be happy.”
Theo’s mom wrapped her arms around him, her palm making small circles between his shoulder blades. “What your father said. I don’t normally say this, but he’s right. As long as you’re happy.”
“I am,” he mumbled into her shoulder, smothered.
“And we’re proud to welcome you both to the family. Beckett, you’ve practically been family. Glad we didn’t try to adopt you though,” she joked, letting go of Theo to pull Beckett into a warm embrace. “Hated watching the way your family treated you.”
Releasing Beckett from her embrace, she turned her warm gaze toward me. “And you, Asher, you brought out this happiness in my son when you showed up. And I think, in a way, you helped bring him closer to Beckett, in the way he always wanted.”
Theo sputtered, his face flushing crimson as he struggled to find his voice. What she said was more real than she could have imagined, since we were brought together by Beckett walking in on us.
“Appetizers are ready, made by yours truly,” someone—a cousin, I think—announced as they appeared in the room.
“You didn’t have lunch catered by Chef Andrews?” Theo asked his mom, tilting his head.
“We were feeling inspired this year. We had him make the turkey, and we pitched in for the rest,” she announced with a hint of pride in her voice. Her hand reached up to gently cup the side of Theo’s face. “You inspired us, Theo. We want to do better.”
She dropped her hand and walked into the dining room, everyone else filing out behind her, leaving us three alone.
“That was…different,” Theo said, eyebrow cocked. “I didn’t realize they had an interest in cooking.”
“If it’s awful, we can always stop for something on the way home,” Beckett joked. “Either way, let’s eat. I want to get home, fuck, and watch a movie. The usual.”
I shook my head. “You’re insatiable.”
Beckett’s lips curled into a smirk as he folded his arms across his chest. “Well, you’re the one stuck with me,” he said, voice softening despite his defiant posture.
“Happily,” I said, leaning down and kissing his head. “All of us, forever.”
Theo cleared his throat. “I’ve been thinking… what if you both took my last name? Pembroke. I know marriage isn’t an option for us, but you both deserve something better than the names your families gave you.”
Beckett tilted his head, considering. “What about creating something new? A name that belongs to just the three of us?”
“Absolutely not,” came Theo’s father’s voice as he stepped into the room, champagne glass still in hand. “The Pembroke name has plenty of room for two more. That’s what family does.”
THE END.