15 #2
The NHL draft was in a few weeks. They spent every moment together, practicing and studying and preparing. The tension was high, but they held each other through it. The sex was a release, a way to burn off the nervous energy.
The night of the draft, they were all nervous. Spencer could barely sit still. Layton was pacing. Zavier was silent and intense, his jaw tight.
Layton said, "What if we don't get picked by the same team? What if we get separated? What if this is the end?"
Spencer took his hand, his grip firm. "Then we figure it out. We make it work. We always do. This isn't the end. This is just the beginning."
Zavier nodded, his voice low. "We always do. No matter what happens, we're together. That's what matters."
The draft began. Names were called. Players walked to the stage. Spencer's heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.
Then they heard it. The name of the team. The team that had drafted all three of them. Unprecedented. Controversial. Perfect.
Spencer's heart felt like it was going to explode. He looked at Layton. He looked at Zavier. They were all grinning, their eyes bright with tears.
They walked to the stage together. Cameras flashed. The crowd cheered. They stood together, arms around each other, fingers laced. The lights were bright. The noise was overwhelming.
And then they kissed. Right there. Let the world see.
The celebration back at the hotel was filthy and intense.
Spencer was on all fours on the massive bed, his face pressed into the pillows, Zavier pounding into him from behind while Layton fucked his mouth.
They used him hard, switching places twice, filling him from both ends until he was a trembling, oversensitive wreck.
Zavier's voice was a growl. "You're ours. You're never going to be anyone else's. Ever."
Layton's hand gripped Spencer's hip, his thrusts deep and punishing. "Say it. Say you're ours."
Spencer's voice was broken. "I'm yours. I'm yours. I've always been yours."
They came together, their releases filling him, marking him from the inside out. Then they flipped him and did it again.
Spencer lay on his back, Zavier between his legs, Layton above him. They were both inside him, one in his ass, one in his mouth. He was completely filled, completely claimed. He came untouched, his release spilling across his stomach.
They fell asleep like that. Sticky, exhausted, happier than they'd ever been.
Five years later, the roar of the crowd still echoed in Spencer's ears as they lifted the Stanley Cup for the second time. The arena was filled with the sound of cheering. Confetti rained down from the ceiling. They were legends now. The trio that changed everything.
But the only thing that mattered was getting home. To their cabin.
They drove through the snow, the familiar trees and winding roads bringing a sense of peace that nothing else could match. The cabin was waiting for them, warm and welcoming, the lights glowing through the windows.
Layton built a fire, the flames crackling high and bright. Zavier opened a bottle of expensive wine. Spencer sat on the couch and watched them, his heart full.
The fire crackled high. They'd bought the place the year after the draft. It was theirs. Sacred. They had made so many memories here.
Spencer sat between them on the wide couch, wine glass in hand, wearing nothing but one of Layton's old hoodies. His legs were bare, his skin warm from the fire. Layton pulled him into his lap, kissing him slow and deep, his tongue sliding against Spencer's.
Zavier watched them, his hand on himself, stroking lazily. His eyes were dark with want. He was beautiful like this, open and hungry.
Layton pulled back. "Come here. Both of you."
They took Spencer right there by the fire. Zavier entered him first, slow and reverent, his length sliding deep. Spencer was on his hands and knees on the rug, Zavier behind him, Layton in front. Layton fed him his cock, his hand fisting in Spencer's hair.
The rhythm was slow and worshipful. Zavier's thrusts were deep and measured. Layton's hips rocked forward, his cock sliding deep into Spencer's throat. Spencer was surrounded by them, consumed by them, loved by them.
Zavier's voice was soft. "You're so beautiful. So perfect. I love you so much."
Layton's hand cupped Spencer's face. "I love you. I've loved you since the day you walked into that locker room."
Then they switched. Layton fucked Spencer deep, grinding against his prostate until Spencer was sobbing with pleasure. Zavier came across his back, his release hot and sticky. Then Layton filled him up, marking him inside while Spencer jerked himself to completion between them.
Afterward, they stayed tangled together, sweat cooling on their skin, the fire crackling low. The wine was forgotten. The world outside was silent.
Spencer whispered, his voice raw. "I never thought I'd have this. I thought I'd be alone forever. I thought I was broken."
Zavier kissed his temple. "You're not broken. You're the strongest person I know. You survived so much. And now you have us."
Layton pulled them both closer. "None of us will ever be alone again. We have each other. That's all we need."
They kissed. All three of them. Soft and sweet and full of forever. Tongues sliding lazily, hands gentle now, hearts completely open.
The snow fell outside in heavy, peaceful drifts. The fire crackled low. Their home.
Spencer looked at Layton. He looked at Zavier. He had been so afraid for so long. He had been so broken. But now he was here, with these two men, and everything was perfect.
He said, "I love you. Both of you. I'm going to love you for the rest of my life. I'm going to spend every day showing you how much you mean to me."
Layton said, "I love you too. I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much. Every morning. Every night. Every moment in between."
Zavier said, "I love you. I love this. I love us. Forever. No matter what happens, no matter where we go, I'll always love you."
The fire burned low as they drifted off to sleep. Spencer was in the middle, Layton on one side, Zavier on the other. Their legs were intertwined. Their hearts were beating in sync. Their hands were clasped together.
Spencer woke up in the middle of the night. The fire was almost out, just faint embers glowing in the hearth. The cabin was quiet and peaceful. Layton and Zavier were still holding him, their bodies warm and solid against his.
He lay there in the darkness and felt his heart swell. He had been through so much. He had been hurt and betrayed and abandoned. He had been broken in ways that no one should ever be broken. But now he was here. Now he had this. Now he had them.
He kissed Layton's forehead, his lips soft against the skin. He kissed Zavier's cheek, feeling the rough stubble.
Layton stirred. His eyes opened, dark and warm. "What's wrong?"
Spencer said, "Nothing. I just love you. I love both of you so much. I can't believe this is real."
Zavier woke, his arm tightening around Spencer's waist. "It's real. We're real. We're together. And nothing is ever going to change that."
Layton's hand found Spencer's. "Forever. We promised, remember? Forever."
Spencer nodded, his eyes burning. "Forever."
They held each other in the darkness. The snow continued to fall, piling high against the windows. The fire continued to burn, its embers glowing warm. The world outside was cold and uncertain.
But inside the cabin, they were warm. They were together. They were home. They were exactly where they belonged.