Chapter 51 Evan #2
I laugh. “I can make some toast.” I don’t know why I say it. I’m not sure I can walk. My asshole is throbbing. It feels huge and empty and, frankly—a hot mess. I might need to look up some exercises on the trip home to make sure everything stays toned down there. Maybe an ice pack to start with…
Isaac gathers me in his arms, and I turn to give myself room to hug him. He kisses his way up and down my cheek. “You don’t have to get up. I can take care of breakfast.”
“Like hell,” Deacon says.
“Fine,” Isaac says. “Then get moving. I’ll make sure we didn’t break anything.”
A frown of concern furrows Deacon’s brow. “You okay?”
I nod.
“I didn’t know he was gonna do that.”
“Like hell you didn’t,” Isaac mumbles.
Deacon rolls his eyes and turns to get onto all fours before climbing off the bed.
He grabs some clothes and disappears behind the bathroom door without another word.
The shower cuts on, and Isaac pulls me down to the mattress in a full on snuggle.
He pulls the blanket over me as his mouth moves from my cheek to my lips.
I open for him, welcoming him back inside.
“I love you so much,” he says once we’ve shared a thorough kiss.
“I love you, too. I really missed you.” I want to be honest, to rip down all the walls. If I’m going to be away from him—them—I no longer want any doubt about how I really feel.
We stay like that through Deacon’s shower. I experience some shivering and Isaac holds me tight, promising me water and a good breakfast. When the water stops running, I’m back in my right mind, more or less. I have a few sips of water and cuddle back up with Isaac.
“If you’re leaving today, then I need your help convincing Deacon to move in with me,” he says.
“Has he not?”
“We’ve only been together six weeks.”
“Then maybe it’s too fast?” I ask.
“Ugh,” he groans, squeezing me even tighter.
“He really likes his apartment.”
“No one’s asking him to get rid of his apartment. But also, since we’re on the topic—how often can you work remotely?”
“Isaac…” I smile, burrowing my face in the spot between his collarbone and his nipple.
He smells so good right here. Familiar and comfortable and sexy and strong.
He’s as close to a perfect man as I can imagine.
I could kick myself for not noticing how much he liked me sooner, or I could just be happy that we’re here now.
“Everything has to happen in its own time. Sometimes it’s gonna be super fast—like way too fast, and sometimes it just takes how long it takes. ”
His hand slides down my back, smoothing over one of my butt cheeks, then the other. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Oh, I can handle you guys. Twice in twelve hours was pushing it, but you’re right. I’ve got a break coming.”
“I could literally have sex with you all day, all night—no problem.”
“Well, we’re not all built for 24-7 performance. Good thing you have him.”
“Do you really think so? You’re not just saying that because you’re leaving, and you think it doesn’t matter?”
What am I saying?
“I think both of you deserve to have it all.”
“Does having it all include you?” he asks.
“If it’s what you both want.”
“What do you want?”
I gesture to the bed. “Whatever that just was. And this, too. And playing video games with Deacon.”
“And fucking him senseless on the couch?”
“When necessary.”
“When is it not necessary?” he jokes.
“God, you are genuinely unbelievable.”
“You make me sound like I’m impossible to please.”
“Not impossible,” I say. “It just takes—a lot.”
“Did I ever tell you how fast you used to make me come?”
I laugh. “What did you do? Fake lasting?”
“Kind of. Got sort of good at it, I think.”
“Until you got used to me.”
“Or…I did a lot of research on how to last longer.”
We’re quiet for another minute or two. Deacon still hasn’t come out of the bathroom, and I remember something else I need to apologize for. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you when Jake got hurt.”
“I don’t want you to feel bad for doing what you needed to do,” he says.
“I—you needed me, didn’t you? Both of you?”
He doesn’t answer. He kisses my forehead, letting his mouth linger there.
“Is he okay?” I ask quietly.
“He will be. I’ll make sure he is.”
“If I didn’t love having sex with you so much, I think I’d have liked having you as a brother.”
His laugh is soft. “Wait until you see what a good boyfriend I am.”
“You come highly recommended.”
He laughs. “From Deacon?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow. Maybe I need to read some more of his notes. He’s a little stingy with the compliments.”
“I can translate for you two if you need it.”
“We do. We want all your services.”
“Jesus.”
“You know if there’s anyone who can make a long distance, three-way relationship work, it’s me, right?” he asks.
“Yes, Isaac. You’re the king of efficiency and logistics. There’s no equation you can’t solve.”
Deacon finally emerges from the bathroom just as I’m pretty sure I’m about to get pinned to the bed. “Give him a break, Isaac. Come make the coffee.”
“I let you have him for nearly an hour last night.”
“Isaac,” I warn.
“It’s coffee,” Deacon says, still rubbing his hair with a towel to dry it. “You’re breathing down his neck.”
I grin, loving everything about this morning. “Go,” I say. “Stop smothering me.”
“Ouch,” he says, but he does let go of me and get out of bed. I let my gaze linger on his flexing, naked ass before he pulls up a pair of sweats to cover it. Deacon walks over to me with a small, round container in his hand.
“For after your shower.” He passes it over to me. “I left you plenty of hot water.”
I take the container from him. Witch hazel. For my asshole.
Fuck me, I’m definitely in love with two men.