15. Parker #2
“Ya know, you did fill in a lot more details,” Phoenix said, looking thoughtful as he twirled the end of his braid around his finger. “And there are ways to keep you both warm at the same time.”
“Sharing is caring,” I murmured, liking where this was headed.
“But you have to sit on the coffee table,” Phoenix declared.
“On the…” I sputtered.
“Grab a cushion off the other couch,” Phoenix said as he shucked his sleep pants and t-shirt off and let them land in a heap on the floor.
“How do you intend to watch the movie?” I asked as he set the cushion on the coffee table a little to the left of where Aspen had gotten comfortable on the couch.
“He doesn’t,” Aspen remarked, as he stroked his fingers up Phoenix’s back.
I had the perfect vantage point to see his eyes widen and wondered what I’d missed.
“He’s even prepped himself,” Aspen declared as his hand disappeared between Phoenix’s cheeks as Phoenix leaned to kiss me, groaning against my lips in response to whatever Aspen was doing to him.
“Already making the most delectable sounds,” I whispered, caressing his cheek as he lowered himself onto Aspen’s cock.
“Your turn,” he remarked, capturing a nipple on his way south and sucking until my cock ached to feel his lips wrapped around it.
I felt my chest engorge as milk started flowing and let my pup enjoy his feast for as long as he wanted.
Aspen put on Pride and Prejudice, since we’d seen it so many times, the sound of the opening scene had imprinted itself in my mind.
I wasn’t sure which of us was the biggest Jane Austen fan.
Learning that Phoenix also loved the movie meant Aspen and I had plans to show him Sense and Sensibility next.
I couldn’t wait to dig through my cookbooks to find the perfect meal to go along with the viewing.
“Warm enough, pup?” Aspen asked, caressing Phoenix’s back as Phoenix continued to nurse from me.
There were times, in the dead of night, when I’d wake to feel him nuzzling my chest in his sleep, lapping at one of my nipples, trying to get my milk to flow.
As soon as I stroked his hair and encouraged him to latch on, he drank and then drifted back to sleep, one arm draped over my hip, pinning me to the bed.
He was dead weight when he did that, which always made it fun when it was time to get up and go to the bathroom.
“Pass a blanket here, just in case,” I asked, holding my left hand out for it while my right rested on the back of Phoenix’s head.
He did, then helped me fold and drape it across Phoenix’s back so it fell over his thighs and covered his shoulder. He wasn’t trying to tease or even excite me any longer and switched from one nipple to the other without any of the nips and tongue flicking he usually treated me to.
Despite sitting on the coffee table, I was comfortable and able to recline a little and widen my knees, giving him more room when he was ready to finally claim my cock.
With all the words in my repertoire, none of them adequately described what it was like when he finished nursing and rested his head in my lap, my dick trapped in the warmth of his mouth.
His breath tickled my pubes as he got comfortable, swallowing around my cock, no gag reflex, just easily accommodating my length until he sighed.
Between the blanket, and me petting his hair, our pup was completely at ease, body pliant and held up by me and Aspen.
My mind drifted as the character’s voices became little more than background noise.
On any other night, I’d have been lost in one of my stories.
Tonight, there was just a pleasant haze of sound and images.
Not once did I feel the frantic need to be doing something productive with my time.
“I think our boy deserves dessert for supper, don’t you?” Aspen murmured, pausing the movie as rain pelted Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s cheeks.
“At the very least,” I replied, guiding Phoenix’s head out of my lap to see that the expression in his eyes was soft and glazed. “Though I think I may have to feed it to him.”
“You were looking a bit tuned out yourself,” Aspen remarked as he wrapped his arms around Phoenix and held him, cuddling him and letting him nuzzle beneath his chin before urging Phoenix out of his lap.
“Got lost in the movie,” I muttered.
“Same,” Aspen said before kissing Phoenix. “Did you hear that, pup? You did that for us. Not only did you do an excellent job of keeping our cocks warm, but you made it so I paid attention and was reminded of why I love this movie so much.”
“Mmm, why?” Phoenix asked.
“Because they both grew together,” Aspen replied, getting Phoenix settled on the couch with the blanket tucked around him. “The same way the three of us had to do to get to this point.”
Aspen rubbed noses with him while I relocated to the couch to join him and decided to just ditch my t-shirt and lie around butt-ass naked the way Phoenix was.
“I still don’t understand why you guys weren’t together,” Phoenix grumbled. “I could see it right from the first game night. You’re perfect for one another.”
“Sometimes,” I said as I stroked his hip and wiggled until he laid his legs and some of the blankets across my lap, which was rapidly getting cold now that his head was no longer in it.
“The rest of the time we avoided our feelings and occasionally went out of the way to antagonize one another when we got jealous.”
Aspen snorted and smirked at me when he said Craig, and rightfully so.
“Not one of my finer moments, I admit, but how did you know that’s what I was trying to do?” I asked.
“He’s Brenda’s cousin.”
“Wait…Banana Bon-Bon Brenda, who always sent home extra treats for you to give to me?”
“The one and only,” Aspen replied.
“Shocked she didn’t stop sending them altogether after my night with Craig at the Crystal Ballroom,” I mused.
“Why, when you explained everything upfront to him when you issued the invitation?” Aspen replied, shaking his head at me, that soft smile that always screamed silly human firmly affixed to his face.
“From what I heard, you treated him to a lovely evening, acted as the perfect gentleman and even stopped for coffee and treats on the way home as an extra thank-you for accompanying you to the event.”
“Did you know that when you called me the next morning and asked if I wanted to go to the Rockland Playhouse to see Rent and have supper at Villa Fiorentino’s?” I asked.
“I knew before you stepped into the Crystal Ballroom,” Aspen explained. “But I let you have your moment, because I understood what you were upset about, and you were right. Rent and Villa Fiorentino’s were my way of apologizing.”
I turned back to Phoenix, who’d gotten comfy half on and half off my lap, and studied him intently, but before I could say anything, Aspen spoke up.
“The bottom line is that we needed to find our pup, find you, before we could finally get on the same page,” Aspen declared. “The wait may have infuriated me from time to time but look at us now.”
“Naked and hungry?” I said, wagging my eyebrows at him.
“Incorrigible, as always, but the absolute loves of my life,” Aspen huffed.
“I love you too,” Phoenix declared, grin growing as he paused and studied us. “I’ve never said that to anyone before, well, outside of family and Raleigh and Murry.”
“Then I’m doubly honored to be among the first,” Aspen said, reaching for his hand and mine.
“I loved you even when I was thinking up hairbrained schemes to make you jealous,” I said as I squeezed Aspen’s hand. “I’ve never been good about saying it, so if I don’t say it enough, promise you’ll let me know. Both of you?”
Phoenix shot a look at Aspen before nodding. “I’m sure we can think of an interesting way to get the point across,” Phoenix said.
“Especially if we put our heads together,” Aspen declared.
“This is one of the few times when I won’t complain about you two conspiring against me,” I admitted.
“Now that’s settled, someone bring on dessert!” Phoenix demanded.
“Man, we’ve got a bossy pup!” Aspen said as he kissed Phoenix’s fingers before letting go of his hand.
“Perfect, isn’t he?” I said, keeping hold of the hand I held.
Aspen and I shared a grin while my insides did flip-flops.
“You’re damn right he is!”