Chapter 21 #2
“Okay, um…we’re not going to talk about that much, alright? I can accept it. I deserve to be uncomfortable. My therapist said that the best thing I can do for myself is get used to that feeling, because if I want to actually be better, I have to accept that I did very bad things.”
“Mm.”
“But I don’t want to, you know, hear about it, okay? That’s just…it’s too much.”
“That’s fine. I don’t want to be friends,” Miles told her.
“I’m not ready for that right now, and I’m not sure I ever will be.
I can forgive you, but I can’t forget anything.
I don’t really envision us having long chats.
” Cosimo felt his heart jump again, this time with elation.
He hadn’t heard Miles stick up for himself like that before.
Selene sighed loudly. “No. I get it.”
He wished there was more remorse in her voice, but the fact that she was taking any kind of accountability meant something. Hell, it meant everything. Maybe it was the money thing. Or losing out on the trips. Or maybe she was proving to herself that she could be a better person.
He didn’t really care what it was, only that it was happening.
“I’m going to block you after this call,” Miles said. “I have a lot going on, and I…I can’t do this again. But I’m glad we talked.”
“I am too. And I really am sorry. I’m not used to being sorry, and it really sucks.”
His lips twitched. “I hope you’re doing this for yourself and not just because Jake found out about me.”
Ah, there it was.
There was a long beat, then she said, “Can it be both?”
Miles glanced up at Cosimo again and smiled. “I think so. I found a reason to be stronger, and it wasn’t just for me.”
“Miles?”
“Yeah?”
“Are my dads there right now?”
He waited a beat, then said, “No,” and immediately slammed his laptop shut.
Cosimo burst into nervous laughter as he crossed the room and took Miles by the chin, kissing him hard and messy. When he pulled back, he tipped their heads together and breathed in the scent of him. He was fresh from a shower and had used Emmett’s soap.
“She was right, you know?”
Miles leaned back and frowned at Cosimo’s mouth. “She was right? About what?”
Cosimo took a deep breath, then said, “I won’t speak for Emmett. I won’t take away his moment of telling you himself, but for me…” He dropped to the side of the bed and moved his hands to wrap around the back of Miles’s neck. “I do love you.”
“Not more, right?” Miles said, his voice trembling a bit.
Cosimo chuckled without smiling. “No. Like you said, different. But a lot. More than I expected to so soon.”
Miles swallowed heavily, then whispered, “I get it. Because I feel it too.”
“Yeah?” Cosimo felt like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff, one foot hanging off, the other balanced on the edge, waiting for his grip to give out.
Nodding, Miles traced a touch around Cosimo’s lips. “I love you too.”
He surged in, pinned him to the bed, and kissed him a second time, drawing it out and out until Miles was hard and rocking against his thigh. He pulled back with a slight gasp, then said, “Can you come to bed right now? Emmett is waiting.”
Miles groaned. “I want to, but I actually do have one more call to make before I can.”
Emmett hummed, then gently nipped his jawline. “Then we’ll be waiting for you. I can keep him occupied until you’re done.”
“Good incentive,” Miles said with a laugh, then pulled back all the way to look up at Cosimo. “I really do love you. I’ve fallen in love with you. I hope…I hope you noticed.”
“I was a little afraid to assume,” Cosimo admitted, stroking his fingers over the back of Miles’s neck. “I didn’t want to be wrong.”
“You weren’t.”
With one last kiss, Cosimo pulled himself away.
He didn’t want to, though. Looking down at Miles on the bed, he realized this was it.
This was his—his life. His marriage. His family.
Things with Selene would probably be repaired in some capacity or another, and that mattered.
This was different, but no less important.
“I’m going to build you an office at the house so you don’t have to keep coming out here,” he declared.
“Wait—”
He held up a hand and shook his head, glowering until Miles settled back down against the headboard. “Nope. Building you an office. I want you close.”
“Alright,” Miles said from behind a sigh.
Cosimo shot him a dark grin, then turned on his heel and left.
The walk back to the house felt shorter.
It was like one moment his feet were touching the pool deck and the next he was standing in front of his bedroom.
He thought about telling Emmett about Selene, but he decided against it when he walked inside the room to find Emmett on the bed, halfway sitting up, a toy against his dick.
He was grunting softly and writhing, and Cosimo lost all sense of reason as he walked over, dropped to his knees, then yanked Emmett toward the edge of the bed by his calves.
Emmett grunted as his feet hit the floor and the toy dislodged, but Cosimo simply batted it out of the way as he spread the man’s legs farther and nosed along his slit.
“You really are such a little cock-slut,” Emmett said, breathless.
“Only for you. And for him,” Cosimo said. He fit his tongue over the whole dick, suckling gently the way he knew his husband liked. His fingers gathered slick left behind from lube on the toy, then slipped one into Emmett’s ass, pumping gently.
“Oh my god, oh fuck, I’m… ah ,” Emmett gasped. His thighs were trembling the way they did right before he was about to come.
“How many orgasms can you give me?” Cosimo asked. “Because Miles is going to be on his way here soon, and I know he’ll want a few.”
“At least two more,” Emmett said, his voice hoarse. “But you don’t get to fucking tease me. Make me come right now or I’m going to cage you for a goddamn week.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Cosimo said, letting his laughter vibrate against Emmett’s dick. It throbbed as it touched his lips, and he opened them, closing a bite down and pumping his finger harder into Emmett’s ass.
He gasped and his hips arched, and after a second of his entire body going fully tense, he came. He cried out with a soft shudder, rocking his hips against Cosimo’s face until the muscles in his stomach unclenched.
He lowered down to the bed as Cosimo removed his finger, then slid up his body. It was strange for him to be fully clothed and Emmett to be naked. It was usually the other way around.
“You look gorgeous like this,” he murmured.
Emmett looked up at him and touched his jaw. “No Sir today?”
Cosimo felt a brief pang, like maybe he was failing at his role. Then he realized it was an honest question. He shook his head. “Is that alright?”
“It’s always alright,” Emmett said. “Anything you want is always alright.” He hesitated. “Should I not?—”
“No,” Cosimo said, cutting him off with a kiss. He knew what his husband was going to ask. “I fucking adore the way you talk to me. I love being your cock slut. Your bitch. Your…”
“Everything,” Emmett finished for him. That was not what Cosimo had been about to say, but he liked that even better. “The both of you are.” He shifted, then lifted his legs to press his knees against Cosimo’s hips. “Fuck me up front. Please. I want to feel you.”
Cosimo groaned and fumbled with his clothes until he was fully naked. He urged Emmett to sit back against the pillows, then lifted one of his legs, pressing it as high as his aging joints could bend. He stared down for a moment, basking in the gorgeous lines of his husband’s body.
His folds, his dick, his asshole. The thick black hair, the softening stomach, and the scars under his pecs. He was everything that Cosimo had fallen in love with, aged like the finest wine.
“I’m so in love with you,” he murmured.
Emmett sighed as Cosimo pushed the tip of his dick against his front hole and held it there. “Something happened. Something changed.”
Cosimo swallowed thickly, then said, “I’m in love with Miles.”
Emmett sucked in a breath. “Oh. You—does he know?”
“Mm.” He pushed in an inch, and Emmett moaned softly. “He knows. He’s waiting to hear you say it too.”
“I will. I do.” Emmett let out a long string of incomprehensible babble as Cosimo pushed in fully, fucking him hard and fast for a long, eternal moment.
Then he slowed with a heavy, thick roll of his hips, making Emmett grunt and lift halfway up off the mattress.
“I love you too. I love you so fucking much.”
He kept it slow, drawing it out. Waiting. Miles didn’t keep them on the edge for too long though. Cosimo had known the moment he kissed him and confessed, Miles was going to cut whatever call he had to make short.
He heard the door open, then heard the soft intake of breath.
Cosimo smiled. Emmett hadn’t noticed yet. He was too busy getting railed, lost in the pleasure of it. Looking over his shoulder, Cosimo jerked his head. “He’s waiting for you.”
Emmett’s eyes flew open, sitting up a little, and his mouth curled into a grin when he saw who was in the room. “I need you, sweet thing. I need your cock.”
Miles palmed himself, and his ears turned red as he used his other hand to tug at his shirt. It didn’t take long before his clothes joined Cosimo’s, and he pressed one knee to the bed, staring at the place where Cosimo was inside Emmett.
“How, um…where…”
“My ass,” Emmett said. “I need to feel you both. My loves. I need this.”
Cosimo met Miles’s gaze. “Take the lube. He’s already stretched. Just slick yourself up and push inside him.” He shifted Emmett onto his side, giving Miles easy access as he hooked Emmett’s leg up over the crook of his arm.
Emmett cried out softly when Miles took his lube-covered dick and pressed it against his hole. “Oh god, like that. Please, baby. I need it. I need it so fucking much.”
“Daddy,” Miles murmured as he took Emmett by the hip and gave a single, hard thrust. There was a moment of obvious resistance, and then he slipped inside with a gasp. Emmett’s back arched, then he sagged forward against Cosimo’s chest.
Meeting Miles’s gaze, Cosimo nodded. “With me, okay? Let’s take him to heaven.”
Miles reached for Cosimo, threading their fingers together, and they matched rhythm. Emmett couldn’t do more than make noise and allow himself to be taken. He was lost to it—the sheer ecstasy—in ways Cosimo had never seen before.
And it was so fucking gorgeous, it took everything in him not to spill right there. But he was going to wait until Emmett was past the point of no return. He was going to hold out until he was sure his husband felt, with every atom in the universe, that he was loved.
“Please, please, please,” Emmett began to beg. He was trembling, his hole tensing around Cosimo’s fat dick. He was going to come. Hard.
Harder than he ever had in his life.
Reaching down, Cosimo took Emmett by the chin and met his gaze. “It’s time to let go, amore.” Then he kissed him hard and thorough. When he let go, Emmett’s head tipped back and Miles met Cosimo’s gaze before attaching his lips to Emmett’s.
It was awkward and messy, full of tongue and spit, but it didn’t matter. Their hips matched rhythm again, and in a single, desperate gasp, Emmett came. He cried out, his entire body trembling and tensing with the force of his orgasm, and both Cosimo and Miles fucked him through it.
It was only when Cosimo noticed it was too much that he laid a hand on Miles’s arm. The younger man slowed, his face red, his lungs gasping for air.
“Did you come?”
Miles shook his head.
Emmett blinked, his eyes red and a little dazed. “Fuck him. Fuck our precious darling. Please.”
Miles groaned as he slipped out of Emmett’s ass and was drawn over his body and into Cosimo’s arms.
“Is that what you want?” Cosimo asked. He was still so fucking close. It wasn’t going to take long.
“I want it,” Miles whined.
Cosimo felt something touch his hand—the lube bottle. Emmett was curled around Miles’s back and grinning at him. He slicked up his fingers again, then pushed two into Miles’s ass and pumped them until he felt him relax.
His dick was still slick with lube and Emmett’s come, so he positioned himself against Miles, leg up the way Emmett’s had been, and he gave a thrust. His hips were probably getting too old for this, but he’d ride the pain for as many years as he needed until his lovers were satisfied.
Being inside the younger man was different.
New. There were no real words for the way it felt when Miles sobbed and began to bounce on his cock.
Emmett moaned softly as he began to kiss along the backs of Miles’s shoulder, and his hand reached around, knuckles grazing Cosimo’s stomach before curling his fingers around Miles’s dick.
“Come, sweet thing. Come for us.”
“Daddy,” Miles whimpered. “Cosimo. Please. I can’t…”
“What do you need?” Emmett urged.
“Harder,” he begged. Cosimo obliged. “Faster,” he added. They both sped up. Emmett’s hand flying over his dick, Cosimo pumping his needy cock into Miles’s hole. It was sloppy and messy and the best sex Cosimo had ever had in his life.
That realization hit him seconds before the orgasm did.
His vision went white, and his breath fled his lungs.
The world began to swim as he let go. He was floating, flying, falling.
He was only barely aware of hot ropes of come hitting him in the stomach as Miles let go, and then everything became a fuzzy white blur, his ears buzzing as he was finally able to breathe again.
He came to with Miles boneless against him, his cock already slipping out and falling against Miles’s thigh. Emmett was still pressed against him, and as his hearing returned to normal, he caught the softest, barest whispers falling from Emmett’s lips.
“Love you. Love you so fucking much.”
Miles twitched, then let his head fall back against Emmett’s shoulder. “Tell me again. I couldn’t hear you.”
There was a tense moment, then Emmett curled a hand over Miles’s come-slick stomach and held it there. “I love you, Miles. I am in love with you.”
“I love you too,” Miles said. He reached for Cosimo’s hand, pushing it on top of Emmett’s. He felt suddenly grounded as Miles’s stomach slowly rose and fell with his breath. “I’m in love with you both.”
This was the moment Cosimo had been waiting for all these years, with all those men in the past. This was the moment where before, it had all gone wrong, now was absolutely right.
They were whole men separate. They were fine when it was just him and Emmett. They could have lived like that the rest of their lives and never known that there was a piece missing.
Except now they had it. They had him.
And it was absolutely, completely, and utterly perfect.