Chapter Twenty #2
While the pride he initially held for his accomplishment kept him buzzing from the day he signed the papers, it did fizzle out a bit as he pulled up to the trailer park.
“I know it doesn’t look like much,” Kaiden said, driving down the main neighborhood street before turning onto one of the dirt roads. “But—”
“But nothing,” Dylan said. “I’ve helped move a few former residents out into these parts. One of the few spots without a deathly rent.”
True. It also proved to be one of the only rental places that didn’t require proof of income three times the rent or a co-signer with a high credit score.
“Yeah, folks don’t think much of trailers,” Kaiden added. “But it’s pretty sturdy, I think.”
“A home is a home is a home,” Rus said. “And it’s all yours.”
Kaiden pulled into the patch of dead grass that constituted his current driveway. They went to work, bringing boxes inside, piling them up in the empty living room. Aside from a few basic necessities and some kitchenware, Kaiden hadn’t gotten much to spruce the place up.
“It looks a little rough right now, but I’m getting tons of stuff soon,” Kaiden said, believing he could turn this trailer into a real home.
Despite how small it appeared on the outside, there was a lot of room within.
The front door led to the living room, which connected to the nearby kitchen that had a ton of cabinets and counter space.
On either end of the trailer was a bedroom, each of them big in its own respect.
The smaller bedroom didn’t have a walk-in bathroom like the master, but it still had a full bath in the tiny hallway beside it, which connected back to the living room.
All in all, the place could easily house more than just Kaiden, but it was just Kaiden’s.
He let out a small smile. For the first time in his life, he had space that belonged to just him.
No sharing, no compromising, no making do.
“I like it.” Dylan grinned.
“Thank you,” Kaiden sheepishly replied, always unable to truly accept a compliment.
The three of them worked to carry in the boxes and a few belongings Kaiden had managed to get together.
With everything piled up in the empty living room, Kaiden suddenly found every doubt he’d repressed creeping back up.
Everything he had ignored because he was too busy and exhausted working toward this very goal.
“I know moving into an empty trailer on the other side of town with almost no savings or safety net seems rash, but I didn’t want to spend another six months planning, scraping, and doing it the so-called smart way.
I didn’t want to lose out on this trailer.
Sure, it’s not fancy, but it’s solid and it’s safe and it’s mine. ”
Rus and Dylan didn’t respond; they merely stared at Kaiden, which only made him more anxious.
“Maybe it would’ve been smarter to save up longer or rent a room with some stranger, but I couldn’t do that.
And I couldn’t stay where I was. Every day in that house ate away at my sanity, my happiness, my belief,” Kaiden said, pouring out all the reasons this was the right choice and not some impulsive mistake where he’d fall flat on his face in a few months.
This had to work. It just had to. “If I stayed another month, I’d start to think it was impossible to ever claw my way out. I just needed to go.”
Now Kaiden rambled away his own self-doubts, his own insecurities. What he spewed came from a need to reassure himself more than to validate his choice to Dylan or Rus.
“No having to deal with a house full of judgy, whiny family members. No last-minute babysitting. No unexpected bills I need to cover. No hiding who I am in my own bedroom. No tiptoeing around people. I get to be me. If that means I work a shitty part-time job over the holidays, fine. I get to make the choices to support my life in my home for my goals.”
Dylan cracked a smile and approached. “Can I speak?”
“Not if it’s to poke holes in my decision or note how impulsive it was.”
“No holes, no poking. Well, unless it’s the fun kind of poking,” Dylan said, wrapping his hands over Kaiden’s arms.
Kaiden let out an exasperated chuckle. “Okay.”
“I’m proud of you.” Dylan’s smile grew. “And if you’re happy, that is literally all that matters to me. I’m just here to wave my Kaiden flag of support.”
“Personally, I think it’s badass,” Rus chimed in, pressing a hand to Kaiden’s lower back. “You saw what you wanted and made it happen. On your own.”
“Thank you.” Kaiden tilted his head, pressing it against Rus’ as a small gesture of gratitude and affection for his kind words.
“My boy’s a bad bitch,” Rus said with a grin. “I couldn’t be happier.”
“Shut up.” Kaiden nudged Rus.
“Tour?” Dylan asked, slapping a hand on top of a stack of boxes.
“Well, there’s the guest bedroom, which will probably turn into Rus’ smoking room during the winter.”
“Please,” Rus scoffed. “Like a little chill’s gonna stop me.”
“Maybe a gaming room,” Dylan said with wide eyes of excitement.
Kaiden dismissed the idea. They could keep the gaming to Rus’ apartment.
“This is the living room, obviously.” Kaiden gestured, then pointed through to the kitchen and dining room, which meshed together in this very spacious open-floor plan.
“It’s like five times the size of my apartment,” Rus said, following Kaiden through the kitchen.
Kaiden showed them the washer and dryer hookup.
“I can get you a real good deal on those,” Dylan said. “Jasmine knows everyone when it comes to furnishing a place. I’ll ask her about couches and stuff.”
“Definitely a TV,” Rus added.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Please, don’t,” Kaiden insisted.
He didn’t want to be a burden when it came to getting his place together. Unlike the teens Dylan worked with, Kaiden was an adult and needed to prove he could do this like one. It might be the first time in his life he’d made the difficult decision to stand on his own two feet.
“You gotta have a TV,” Rus said. “It’s practically a necessity.”
“That’s what my phone is for.”
“You’d honestly be doing us a favor,” Dylan said. “Jasmine pays out the ass on storage units, but if we don’t hoard it, we lose out on a lot of really good stuff.”
“Like?” Rus asked.
“Richy riches will donate entire furniture sets in great condition simply because it’s out of style,” Dylan said.
“Jasmine knows who to schmooze when it comes to grabbing them up. Better than some charity thrift store that’ll jack up the price and only donate a penny on the dollar to those in need.
Plus, a lot of the former residents get to live in style once they move out. ”
“Nice.” Rus nodded as Kaiden led them into the master bedroom.
While Kaiden hadn’t gotten any real furnishing, he did buy an expensive blow-up queen-size mattress.
“I’m getting a real one soon, but this bad boy is top of the line. I might keep it in the guest room.” Kaiden plopped onto the mattress, showing how sturdy it was. “Seriously, it’s good stuff.”
“This is so impressive,” Dylan said, bouncing onto the bed beside Kaiden. “You are pretty damn amazing.”
“I got lucky—”
Before Kaiden could continue diminishing his accomplishments, Dylan kissed him, tender and sweet and slow. Then, of course, he took it all away by shoving Kaiden back onto the air mattress.
“I think you should show us how top-notch this bed is,” Dylan said, climbing on top of Kaiden.
“Is it safe for three people?” Rus asked.
Kaiden snickered, lost in the sweet kisses Dylan left across his collarbone.
“It’s safe for four, five, maybe even six, depending on the size,” Kaiden said with an excited growl as Dylan continued nuzzling deeper into the crook of his neck, teasing and tasting him.
“Ooooh,” Rus said, jumping onto the mattress. “Four or five, huh? Are we not enough for you?”
“Insatiable.” Dylan bit the air with a taunting expression.
“You’re too much,” Kaiden said with a breathy sigh as Dylan worked his way down his waist.
Dylan didn’t mess with the corset vest. Between Kaiden’s comfort level and the many straps, it was easier to ignore. Instead, he unfastened Kaiden’s belt and pulled down his pants.
“Fuck,” Kaiden groaned.
In one quick motion, Dylan swallowed the entirety of Kaiden’s cock.
As Kaiden lay there, lost in the pleasure of Dylan’s warm mouth, Rus crawled over to Kaiden, kissing him.
It turned into a frenzy of desires. Kaiden’s hands were lost in the sudden embrace of Rus’ body as they wrapped around each other, but every part of him wanted to grab hold of Dylan too—at least his head.
Snatch his hair back, something. Anything.
Dylan continued working to take the full length of Kaiden with each bob of his head, making it impossible not to come closer and closer to climaxing.
Kaiden moaned, releasing the ecstasy into Rus’ mouth; he bucked his hips, thrusting deeper into Dylan’s throat.
“Wait, hold on.” Kaiden pushed away just enough to stop from cumming. “I was really close.”
“You want to stop?” Dylan asked, wiping his mouth.
“What? No, I mean, you want to…” Kaiden paused, finding Dylan and Rus both seemed on board with continuing, much like Kaiden himself, but he wanted to explore something more tonight. “I was thinking maybe we could…you know. And if I…now, then I won’t want to…you know.”
“You gotta say it.” Dylan had this smug little smirk that practically drove Kaiden up the wall.
He was an adult, surely, he could say it.
He had said it. They’d discussed it previously, which was why they all got tested to make sure their intimacy didn’t bring in anything unexpected, and when they took things to a further level, everyone would be aware of each other’s status.
Since no one came back positive for anything, they were fine without added protection.
Still, Kaiden found himself nervous working up the courage to discuss advancing their relationship.
“I was thinking of sex,” Kaiden said sheepishly.