Chapter 13
Leland
Oliver gets to my apartment about twenty minutes after I get dressed.
I pull him directly to my room, cuddle with him on my bed, and tell him everything.
He knew my parents sucked, he just didn’t know how bad.
Everything that I’ve kept hidden from him to protect him comes pouring out.
We cry together, and I realize I should have opened up about this a long time ago.
If nothing else, I would have had someone to help me work through how I felt or work through all the anger and sadness I had coursing through me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Oli asks after the fourth time we started crying. I’ve never cried so much in my life, but it feels good to finally be able to without judgement. Hell, Vince and Zac encourage it.
“I thought you would look at me differently. I was supposed to be protecting you.”
“Oh, Leland.” Oliver snuggles into my chest and sniffles. “I could have protected you too.”
“I know that now.”
“I really hate your dad and Coach Murkle.”
“Me too, but I want to move past it. They can’t hurt me anymore.”
“Because you have Zac and Vince?”
I can’t help it, I giggle. I’m over the fucking moon about Zac and Vince. Butterflies in my belly and everything. “Yes. And you.”
Oliver pulls back and kisses me soundly on the lips. Something we’ve done for years. “I’m so happy for you.”
I shrug. “I’m happy for me too. I’m quitting my job tomorrow and going to work for them.”
Oliver squeals quietly. “That’s amazing. I know how much you hate your boss.”
My phone starts ringing before I can answer and I grab it from the nightstand. An unknown number flashes across it and I slide to answer. “Hello?”
“Leland?” My eyebrows hit my hairline when my dad’s voice comes across the line. I put it on speakerphone when Oliver asks who it is.
“What do you want?”
Dad huffs. “That’s no way to talk to your father.”
“Yeah, we aren’t getting into that right now. What do you want and how did you get this number?”
“I have my ways.” I roll my eyes and Oliver wrinkles his nose. “I would like for you to come to dinner with me and your mother.”
“That’s going to be a no. You haven’t spoken to me in five years, so why start now?”
“Because you’re our son.”
I laugh before I can stop myself. “Your son? The one you kicked out of the house because he told you he was sexually abused?”
“Leland, Coach Murkle is an upstanding—”
“He’s a pedophile. I was fourteen, Dad. Why after four goddamn years would I lie about that?
But it just proved that I can’t trust you.
One of the people that should have been there for me let me down my entire life.
” My bedroom door opens and Vince and Zac step in.
They don’t intervene, just silently lend me their strength.
I was pretty sure Vince almost punched my dad, and I wanted it to happen so bad.
“Every time you slapped me around, whipped me with a belt or told me how worthless I was, you let me down. You made me turn to a man that took advantage of me. You made me turn to a man that used to sexually assault me with his wife in the next room.”
“Leland—”
“No. It’s your turn to shut up and listen.
Mom is just as guilty as you. She might not have laid a hand on me, but she used to hurt me with words.
None of that matters anymore. I have two people in my life now that I can trust. I have Oliver who’s always been there for me.
I don’t need you, and I don’t need mom.”
“Are you talking about those men you were with today?” I can practically hear the disgust radiating through the phone and know this conversation is pointless now. I got what I needed to say off my chest, and that’s all that matters.
“Yep. Both of them. Sometimes at the same goddamn time, but I’m going to go now so the gay doesn’t rub off on you.”
I hang up the phone and catch the shocked look on Oliver’s face.
Within seconds we fall into laughter, laughing so hard that we’re crying.
I finally told Vince and Zac what was holding me back, I finally told Oliver how much my life really sucked growing up and I finally fucking told my dad to fuck off.
I feel like nothing can touch me now. Oliver and I finally pull ourselves together and I slide from the bed.
I walk straight to Zac and jump into his arms. He catches me easily with his hands under my ass and I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tight.
“I’m proud of you, pretty boy.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you.” I already told Vince, I might as well tell Zac. I’m pretty sure I’m already in love with them, but I want to make sure I’ve worked through everything first. They deserve that much. Zac jerks back to look at me and I smile.
“I already love you.”
I laugh. “You and Vince are so much alike it’s not even funny.”
“That’s what twenty years will do to you,” Zac replies.
He carries me to the living room and sits down on the couch.
I turn to the side when Vince sits beside us and puts my legs in his lap.
Oliver curls into Aiden’s lap in the chair across from us.
I can hear Jace banging around in the kitchen, and I raise a brow.
Aiden rolls his eyes. “Jace’s cure for everything is food, but apparently you don’t have shit here.”
“I live alone. Why the fuck do I need something for a five course meal?”
“We can change that,” Zac whispers in my ear. “We can pack your stuff right now.”
“One thing at a time, big guy.” Even though the thought does appeal to me. We’re practically together all the time anyway. “I don’t need you guys messing with my vibe,” I joke.
“Your vibe?” Zac asks.
“Yeah. My vibe. You guys are old and boring.”
Oliver’s eyes widen and I grin. That grin slips from my face when Zac wraps a thick arm around my neck and squeezes, holding me there. Oliver starts laughing so hard that he almost falls off Aiden’s lap. “Leland is in twink jail.”
“Twink jail?” Jace asks, stepping into the room. He sees how Zac is holding me and nods. “Gotcha. Twink jail.”
“I’m not a twink,” I wheeze and Zac loosens his hold.
“Oh, you are,” Aiden chuckles.
I pout and Oliver laughs harder. “I don’t want to be a twink.”
“You can be my pretty princess when you put that corset set on,” Zac whispers, and I can’t stop the whimper that leaves my lips.
Why the fuck is that so hot? Zac slips his hand into my sweatpants, not giving a fuck that we have an audience, but I don’t care either.
He strokes me roughly a few times before squeezing my balls.
“I think you like that. You want to be my pretty princess?”
“Yes. Fuck.”
“Oh,” I hear Oliver breathe and look over at him. His eyes are locked on me, and they’re filled with lust. Dirty, dirty boy. I wink at him and his face blooms with color. God, I love how easy this is now. I can give into my desires and flirt with my best friend for real.
“Before this goes any further,” Jace says. “I’ll call Toby and we can all go out to dinner. I’m sure Leland is starving after today.”
“Oh, I am,” I moan when Zac strokes me again. “For dick.”
Oliver dissolves in a fit of giggles. “Good luck with him, guys. You’re going to need it.”
“We wouldn’t have it any other way,” Zac replies. “I’m going to make you come, and then we can go get food.”
“Please,” I whine and Zac pulls my cock free from my pants. He starts stroking me so fast that my breath doesn’t even have time to catch up. My balls draw up embarrassingly fast, but I don’t give a shit.
“Oliver, come over here and make sure he doesn’t make a mess,” Zac demands.
I watch Oliver silently ask before he gets to his feet and drops to his knees between Zac’s spread thighs. He puts his hands on my thighs and hovers close to the head of my cock.
“Ask him,” Jace demands, and Oliver blushes.
“Let me be your cum whore, Leland.”
Yep. That’s all it takes. I grab the back of Oli’s head and shove him down on the head of my cock. Zac continues to stroke me until I’m coming down Oliver’s throat. He licks around the head of my cock to get every last drop. “Good boy,” I praise with a wink when he sits back on his heels.
“Oh my God,” Oliver groans.
“We’ll go get Leland dressed,” Vince says, getting to his feet. “You guys take care of your boy. He’s about to come in his pants.”
Jace helps Oliver to his feet and Zac sets me on mine. Vince grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I hear Oliver moan loudly, and know one or both of his guys are doing what Vince said. Hot as fuck.
Vince and Zac take their time kissing me before slowly undressing me and then redressing me in a pair of my new jeans and shirt.
Before long, we’re all on our way to the restaurant to meet Toby.
I grab both my guys hands proudly as I walk in.
It’s time for me to show them off.