Chapter 9 #6
Ezra sighs dramatically. “The love of my life. Fortunately for you, he’s been plagued with the burden of an ex-gay lifestyle.
After Dad kicked me out when he saw us kissing, he told his parents, and they sent him to conversion therapy.
I hope he’s able to live his truth one day.
Since he’s no longer an option—” He stops himself and smirks at Bubba.
“I might have to settle for you two.” And even though it’s said as a joke, he shares a gentle smile with me.
“Do you still talk to him?” Bubba asks, hands clenched into fists, his voice dripping with disdain as he mutters, “That motherfucker Parker McFuckin’Millan, I mean.”
Ezra shakes his head and moves away, hopping on our bed and taking a seat in the middle.
He never sleeps in the middle, so I’m guessing he’s just getting comfy before bedtime.
He’s shaking his head as he assures Bubba, “I haven’t seen him in half a decade.
He could be dead in a ditch, for all I know. ”
“I hate what the poor boy’s gone through, but he can’t have you, even if he decides to be gay again.” Bubba’s lip curls up, baring his teeth. “I’ll rip him limb from limb.”
“Down boy,” Ezra says, patting the mattress. “Come cuddle.”
“You’re in my spot,” Bubba says as he lifts a leg and places his left knee on the bed.
From this angle, his crack is spread just enough for me to see his hole.
Fuck. I want to get my tongue back on it.
Maybe even inside it. Disappointingly, he rises onto the bed, hobbling toward Ezra on his knees.
His hole is no longer on display, but his big bubble butt is, and I can’t bring myself to look away.
Ezra motions for me to join, patting the other side of the mattress.
“I want to be middle-man tonight.” He nibbles his bottom lip like he’s stalling, trying to build up courage for something.
“I know you like to sleep against Bubba, but, Johnny, I want—” Closing his eyes, he sighs, and when he opens them, they’re narrow like he’s feigning outrage.
Ah, hell. Hurricane Ezra is coming in hot.
“What did I do now?”
“If you think I’m letting you sleep next to Bubba, only to steal his heart away from me in the middle of the night, you have another thing coming.
You will keep your hands on me all night long.
If your skin so much as leaves my body for a single second, I will drag you into the bathroom and drown you in the tub. ”
I share a confused look with Bubba. “The fuck is he talking about?”
“I think this is Ezzy’s way of asking to cuddle with you tonight.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ezra says, folding his arms against his chest. “I don’t want him near me. I don’t want him touching on me. I don’t care if he lives or dies.”
“Sure, Ezzy,” Bubba says. “Sure.”
“Ez?”
“What?”
“Is that what this is about? Do you want to cuddle with me?” There’s no accusation in my tone.
I’m not chastising him or trying to make him feel ashamed.
I just want the truth. I need to know he wants this too, because cuddling next to him in bed all night is sounding really good right about now.
“Because I think I want to cuddle with you too.”
“You do?”
“I do,” I answer, walking to the wall and flipping the lights off.
There’s still a silver stream of moonlight filtering in through the window, so I can see where I’m walking as I slowly make my way around the bed.
I tower over him as he looks up at me with those big, brown eyes. “Can I cuddle with you?”
Instead of answering, he holds out his hand, offering it to me.
I take it, because why wouldn’t I? He’s gently tugging, pulling me onto the mattress until I’m right beside him.
Bubba approaches from the other side of the bed, smiling at me like this is his biggest dream, and it’s finally coming true.
He crouches down and kisses my forehead.
“Are you going to be okay without me?” His voice is a whisper, probably to hide the question from Ezra to save me the embarrassment, but to my surprise, being treated like a big old baby ain’t nearly as humiliating as it ought to be, Because Ezra’s hand is on my chest, and he looks torn.
“Johnny,” Ezra whispers, even though there ain’t no reason to, It’s just the three of us in here. “If you want to sleep beside Bubba, you can. We don’t have to—”
I shake my head and hold up a hand, cutting him off. “I’m okay. I’m fine right here, I promise.” I look over at Bubba. “Are you okay with this? I don’t really know what the rules are, Bubba. This is all new, and I don’t want none of us getting hurt. Even you. Especially you.”
Fuck, his smile is beautiful. “I’ll miss you being with me, but the thought of waking up to the sight of you together, being sweet to each other, is worth it. I want to see that so bad, Johnny Boy.”
“Okay. Yeah. If you’re sure.”
“We can take turns,” Ezra offers. “We could work on a rotation on who gets to sleep in the middle.”
“That’s real thoughtful, baby,” Bubba says, sliding in on the other side of Ezra. He feels so far away, but then he puts his hand on top of mine, and all that distance vanishes. He gives me another kiss, then he kisses Ezra.
Seeing them this way should make me angry.
It should have my jealousy spiking off the charts.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t. Surprisingly, it’s not.
I’m happy. Happy that Bubba’s found someone who can double the love I give him.
Happy to not be so alone on this journey, and to have someone else who’s already traveled the homosexual path.
Ten minutes later, Ezra is lying on his back, and Bubba and I are on our sides, both of us facing him. I wrap my leg around Ezra’s, and Bubba kicks his leg out far, so he can rest it over mine. My soft cock is pressed right against Ezra’s. Bubba rests his head on Ezra’s chest and closes his eyes.
Ezra’s head is pressed right against my chest, and his eyes are closed as he tries to sleep. We’re quiet for a while, each of our breaths matching the other’s. In a hushed, fragile voice, Ezra breaks the silence and whispers, “Please don’t break my heart when this is over.”
I don’t know if he’s talking to Bubba or me, but I don’t care. I lean down and kiss his forehead. “I won’t break yours if you don’t break mine.” I wait for Bubba to voice his agreement, but he snores softly, his mouth hanging open as he sleeps.
Ezra kisses my chest, and I want to return the favor, so I touch his chin, tugging, guiding him back to me. With sleepy eyes he gives me a questioning look.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, Little Dick.”
“Fuck you.” He blinks sleepily. “You really think so?”
“Yeah. I think so.” I trace the curve of his lip, my cock stirring when he trembles. “Can I kiss you?”
He sucks in a quiet gasp. “Okay.”
My lips part as I approach, and he whimpers into my mouth once we’re connected.
Our kiss lasts days and weeks and hours and minutes, and the longer it goes on, the less I want it to stop.
His kiss is much more gentle than Bubba’s, but I know Ezra has a wild side too.
This isn’t a wild moment, though. It’s tender, and needs to be tended with care.
With his kiss, I feel like he’s locating each and every crack and crag and gap in my mind, every single crevice where confusion festers, and he’s filling it with truth. My truth. Our truth.
“I won’t break yours either,” Ezra says. “I promise.”