Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

S ilas hadn’t napped for very long and he’d left Bran and Jamie upstairs, curled together. He’d just watched for a while, his fingers itching to sculpt. He knew the feeling would still be there in the morning, though, so he’d come downstairs and ordered an amazing dinner to be Ubered from their favorite steakhouse. Now he was building a fire. He hadn’t ordered finger food, but it would still be fun to eat in front of a blazing fire. Fun, romantic, all the good things.

Sitting in the armchair by the fireplace, he scrolled through his phone as he waited for the others to wake up.

Jamie had finally done it. He’d called them daddy. It was… amazing. They’d known he was their boy, and they’d had faith, and it had been rewarded.

It felt like he’d been holding his breath for months, and he could finally let it out.

He grinned down at his phone, not really seeing the screen, his mind busy on his thoughts, on hearing Jamie call them daddies again and again in his mind.

Soft footsteps sounded, and his Jamie appeared in a robe. “You okay?”

He smiled and opened his arms, tucking Jamie in next to him as his boy joined him. “Hey. I’m good. I just wasn’t tired anymore so I got supper ordered and set up a fire to share it in front of.”

Jamie snuggled in, heavy and warm against him.

He kissed the top of Jamie’s head, cuddling happily. “So you had a good afternoon, eh?”

Jamie’s cheek heated. “I was doing research…”

Silas chuckled. He had a hunch Jamie had found out more than he’d bargained for. Like how turned on the whole thing actually made him. “And now you know, eh?”

“I do. I know more than I thought I would.”

“And you know that your Daddies were right. We saw you.” Right from the start, they’d known that Jamie was a boy, and more, that he was theirs. Finally. Their very own boy had come to them.

“I was so surprised when Bran came home…”

“I’m glad he did. You needed us. And now you know you can’t touch yourself without our permission so if it happens again, you’ll have to hope one of us gets home quickly.”

“Or I get done quickly…” Oh, naughty boy!

“Brat!” He tickled Jamie’s ribs. “Are you wanting to see what your punishment will be?”

“Is that okay? I mean, you’re okay with me being… naughty.”

“Uh-huh. More than. Sometimes that’s the most fun for all of us, eh?” He nipped at Jamie’s chin.

“Yeah, it seems like it could be.” Jamie’s cheeks were red hot, but his cock was hard.

“I love that you’re coming into your own in this. Our sweet boy with his naughty streak.”

“I’m just… trying hard.”

“You’re doing great, boy. Bran and I are so proud of you.” Their boy deserved all the praise. They wanted him to feel good about himself.

“Thank you. I’m proud of us—all three of us.”

“Such a generous boy.” He stroked Jamie’s side, loving the sensation of the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. “What’s your favorite thing that you read about in your research?”

“I—I liked how it all felt so… right? Like it was a way to breathe?”

“Makes you wonder why you resisted so hard, eh?”

“No. No, I think that’s part of it. You’re not supposed to want this.”

That made Silas tilt his head. “Why not? Everyone is different, and we all have different needs and wants—for our lives in general and for what turns us on and gets us off. You don’t think it’s bad that you want this, do you?”

“No. Just… different. I don’t mind being different, if… I just didn’t expect that squirmy excitement.”

That made him chuckle. “That squirmy excitement is good, though. It makes it better. You aren’t just doing this because we want it. You’re doing it because you do too.”

“I—I do. It’s exciting, a little freaky, but… I’m in. I want to feel this.”

Silas covered Jamie’s mouth with his own, kissing Jamie deeply. They would have so much fun now that they were all on the same page, and somehow even just kisses seemed different, more special.

Now he didn’t feel as if he had to be so careful. Jamie was theirs. Jamie wanted to push and be pushed.

He deepened the kiss, one hand going behind Jamie’s head, cradling it.

His boy leaned back, opening to him and moaning deep and low.

The doorbell sounded, interrupting them, and Silas groaned. “Damn it.”

A chuckle came from the hall. “I’ll get it.”

“What a good daddy, hmm?” he teased, and Jamie nodded.

“So good. Kiss me again?”

“I won’t make you ask twice.” He pounced, taking Jamie’s lips again, his tongue pushing between them eagerly.

He was ready to get serious about being Jamie’s daddy. Right now.

All too soon, Bran was back with two bags of takeout, carrying their supper in and setting it down on the floor by the fireplace.

“Time to eat.” Bran swatted Jamie’s butt.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“You have an adorable butt,” Bran noted.

Silas had to nod and agree. Jamie’s ass was very touchable, swattable, adorable. “It’s perfect.” He patted it. “Come on, let’s eat.”

He got Jamie up and they all sat together on the pillows he’d laid out on the floor. Bran got out the food.

“Oh yum, you ordered us the best supper.”

“I did.” He grinned at them both. “I thought it suited my mood. Our mood, I hope.”

Bran nodded. “It suits mine.” And they both looked at Jamie.

“This is magic. Thank you…” Jamie took a deep breath. “Daddy.”

Silas’s heart nearly exploded, and he could tell from Bran’s expression that his lover felt the same way.

“You’re welcome, baby boy,” they said together.

Jamie’s cheeks were bright red, but there was a quiet pride in their boy’s eyes, he thought.

“So, I think that we should plan to spend a weekend in the playroom,” Bran said, wearing a wicked little smile. “Make sure to clear your schedules.”

“Oh? an entire weekend?” Silas felt like jumping up and down a little bit, although that wasn’t the most daddylike reaction on earth, he supposed. “I think we should start at noon on Friday, just because.”

Jamie watched them like he was watching a tennis match, and their boy’s expression was a mixture of nerves and excitement.

“Jamie? Can you clear from noon on Friday through to Monday morning for playroom time?” They could find out what toys most excited their boy, what kinks made him shiver, and which ones made him hide. A full weekend of play would be such a wonderful indulgence and would deepen the connection between the three of them beautifully.

“I could free any time. You all have made it to where I’m really free.” Jamie chuckled, waving his hands in front of his face as his cheeks heated. “Wow. I mean for real. For the first time, I’m really just free. You guys don’t want me to be anything but me.”

“That’s right. We want just you. The authentic, real you. You don’t have to be anyone but yourself for us.” Silas kissed Jamie’s nose. “You. The real you.”

“Well then, that’s all I need. Well, that and food. I’m starving. I had lots of orgasms today…” Jamie ducked his head and grinned.

Silas’s fingers itched to pinch him, just a little bit.

Bran snorted. “Be good, baby boy, or I will cage you when we’re not home.”

Jamie’s eyes went wide, and his hand immediately went down to cup his cock. It seemed he’d discovered a lot researching.

“Oh, I like that idea. Bran, you’re brilliant!” Silas grinned at Jamie. “We are going to have so much fun.” He grabbed up a fry and offered it to Jamie, his eyes twinkling.

Jamie’s lips popped open, but Silas wasn’t sure he even tasted the french fry. In fact, he had no doubt that somewhere in Jamie’s head, he was reliving one of the things that he’d seen on his computer when he was watching porn, or possibly a fantasy that he’d had.

Or maybe he was just imagining Bran locking his little cock away, keeping him in a position so that he had the best chance of being a good boy.

“Tell us what you’re thinking,” he demanded. “Tell us what’s going on in your head.”

Bran grabbed a fry of his own. “Mmmm. Yes, do that.”

“What?”

Oh, that was a temptation and a half, that little gasp, the way that Jamie licked his lips.

In fact…

Silas leaned forward to do the same, stealing the salt off of his boy’s mouth. “Yummy.”

Jamie looked at him, blinked, eyes huge like saucers. “I shouldn’t… you got me all flustered.”

“I just had my cock sunk all the way into your ass, and my balls were hitting yours. There shouldn’t be anything I could say that makes you flustered…” he teased.

Jamie blinked rapidly, his breath coming faster.

“Are you hard, boy? Is your cock pushing at your sweats? Do you need your Daddies?”

“I bet he does, Silas. I imagine he needs us now more than he did when I first came home because then it was only words and images on the screen, in his imagination. Now it’s real. He’s in the room with his actual Daddies.”

“He is, and he needs his supper. No touching, boy. That cock is ours.”

“Ours to pet. Ours to make come. Ours to keep from coming. You’re going to love the cage.” Bran licked his lips, then took a breath and started cutting up the steak. “If you passed out from hunger, it would ruin all our fun.”

Jamie’s cheeks were about to light on fire.

Bran picked up a piece of steak between his fingers and pressed it to Jamie’s lips, holding their boy’s gaze as he did so.

Jamie nipped it off Bran’s fingers, pushing a little bit.

“No biting, baby boy,” Bran murmured, pushing his fingers into Jamie’s mouth, fucking it for a moment before letting them slide away again.

Jamie nodded, but there was a little pout there.

Laughing softly, Bran rubbed it with his fingers, then leaned in and sucked it in. Silas groaned, entranced by the sight.

Their boy was so sweet, so hungry. So owned.

When Bran pulled away, he pounced, taking his own kiss. Then he fed their boy another piece of meat and Bran followed that up with a little carrot.

Piece by piece, kiss after kiss, they fed Jamie and each other.

Soon Jamie was feeding them as well, moving between them, curling in their laps, moaning softly.

Silas was in heaven. They had their boy, and he was with them, really with them. Eager and wanton and theirs. He groaned, sucking on Jamie’s fingers along with the food.

By the time they were done, everyone was hard and leaking and wanting.

It was delicious.

“Shower?” Bran suggested. “We can clean up and have some fun at the same time.”

“Ooh… bubbles!” Silas grinned as Jamie stood and gathered trash. Such a good boy.

“Oh, a bubble bath instead of a shower. I like the way you think, lover.” Bran watched Jamie clear up their meal, loving the way their boy moved. Silas watched too. It was sexy, hot.

“We can do that? I love bubble baths.”

Silas suddenly had the image of their lithe boy in the water, body playing peek-a-boo beneath the bubbles as he soaked. “We can do anything we want, baby boy.”

“Well, let’s soak!” Look at that smile.

Bran chuckled and headed up the stairs ahead of them, and Silas knew he was going to start the tub for them.

Jamie took his hand and twined their fingers together.

“Let’s go, Daddy.”

He couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do, or anyone he’d rather do it with.