Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

B ran sipped at his hot chocolate, watching Silas watch Jamie doze. His partner in life was already in love with the boy. He could tell. He was trying not to jump in himself. He could feel the pull, the chemistry ready to light up between the three of them. It wouldn’t take much—just a spark.

Finding boys and taking them in, helping them, that’s what he and Silas did. The dream of course was to have a boy of their own one day, but he was more cynical than Silas. He knew damn well it might never happen, that they might be destined to be a stopping point, a place for boys to heal before moving on to their forever Daddy. And there was nothing wrong with that, it was a noble calling. And they did have each other, so it wasn’t as if they were alone.

Silas caught his eye, and he gave his lover a small smile. But they weren’t whole. The words in his head had Silas’s voice.

He finished his drink and set it down quietly. “We should lie him out and cover him up with a blanket, let him sleep.” It meant a lot, that Jamie felt safe enough to fall asleep between them. Deep inside, the boy knew he was safe here, with them.

Silas nodded. “He’s so tired. You can tell in his eyes.”

“I saw. He feels safe with us.”

“Yeah. So he knows just like we do—he can feel it.”

“Don’t push him, love. We need to woo him.” That’s what you did with a special boy.

“I know. I know. I just feel so drawn to him.” Silas’s dark eyes caught the firelight, sparkling.

“I know. He’s special.” He’d give Silas that. “Which is why we need to go slow, be careful. We have to build trust.” Bran didn’t think this boy trusted much in life, and certainly not people.

They covered him up and headed into the dining area to chat. Silas cuddled into his side, fingers hot against his back.

He hummed, enjoying every touch, the closeness. He kissed the top of Silas’s head. “So why this one, love?”

“Stop that. I know you feel it. That spark. The connection.”

“I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

“No, but how about potential at first sight?”

“What?”

“You heard me. And I know you feel it.”

Bran shrugged one shoulder, but he kept it easy for his lover. “He’s a sweetheart, but he’s hiding something.”

“They’re all hiding something, love. They’re scared and alone and they need a Daddy. Jamie needs both his daddies.”

Bran’s body tightened, and he licked his lips.

“Mmm. Yes, my love. Exactly.”

Bran stole a kiss, because he was hungry, happy to lap at Silas, taste him. Silas opened up to him, tongue sliding against his own.

They couldn’t get busy, but he was unable to resist his Silas. Not even in the least.

“We going to make out like teenagers?” Silas asked against his lips.

“We are. We’ll stay in the kitchen, so we don’t worry him.”

“You think making out will worry him?”

Bran chuckled softly. “I simply don’t want him to be uncomfortable, love.”

“Then we’ll just share a few more kisses and leave it at that, hmm?” Silas followed his words up with another kiss.

“Maybe more than a few.” Like he could stop at a few when it came to his Silas.

“Yeah? You still want me like that?” Silas was cute when he was flirting.

“I always want you. Eternally.” He took another kiss.

Silas slid a hand along his cheek, one finger running across his lips. “You make my heart beat so fast, Bran.”

“I love you too, babe.” He couldn’t stop his smile.

“Mmm, the man of my heart in my arms and the boy of our dreams sleeping in the other room. Doesn’t get much better than this.”

His Silas was a true romantic, all the way, and he adored him.

“Hey, google, play my romance mix.” Slow music started, and Silas wrapped his arms around Bran’s shoulders and they started to move together.

“Oh…” He hummed as they rocked, temple to temple.

“Mmm.” Silas kissed him softly, stroking his neck.

That made his toes curl, and he couldn’t have stopped his moan for love or money. Silas swallowed the sound and kissed him again. It wasn’t hard and needy, but it was deep, slow, and full of promise.

He loved that kiss, and he found himself responding eagerly.

Silas opened up for him, inviting him into the hot mouth.

He slipped a hand between them, cupping the sweet prick. Silas moaned for him, pushing into his touch.

Oh, how had he thought for a second that he could resist that?

“Love this song,” Silas murmured, eyes shining up at him, telling him it wasn’t the song Silas loved.

“Uh-huh. Dancing with you is heaven.” Always had been. Always.

“Yes.” Laying his head on Bran’s shoulder, Silas sighed, the sound happy, satisfied. He hummed, dancing them in lazy circles, the feel of the house warm and happy.

“Do you remember the first time we did this?” Silas asked.

“How can I possibly forget? You captured my soul.”

“My handsome poet. You capture my soul daily.”

Bran chuckled, tempted to take another kiss, long and slow.

Silas must have read his mind because his lover raised his head, begging that kiss he so wanted to give.

“Mmm… my sweet love.” He hummed against Silas’s lips, the sound buzzing between them.

Silas licked at his lips, like he was an ice cream cone.

He was curious to see Silas kissing their boy, to have the lean body over his knee, to watch him grow and thrive.

“You’re thinking about him,” Silas noted between licks.

“Shh…” So what if he was?

Silas’s smile was a little smug. If by a little , one meant hugely so.

“Be nice. He is so pretty…”

“I know, right? And he needs us so badly—I could feel it pouring off him. He’s trying so hard, but he needs Daddies. Us.”

“Mmhmm…” Tell me more, babe.

“He needs someone to nurture his writing, and make sure he focuses on it but doesn’t get lost in it. He needs someone to keep him focused, period. You were right, he could have really hurt you or himself with that coffee because he was distracted. If he isn’t worried about where his next meal is coming from that will help him.”

“You don’t want just to help him.” He knew better.

“No, I don’t. And neither do you. This one is ours, lover. Jamie is our forever boy. We aren’t going to care for him, help him, and then pass him on to his new Daddy. This one is ours . You have to feel it too. Right here.” Silas pressed a hand against his gut, then moved it to his heart. “And here.”

“I’ll see. I want to protect you. You know that.” He needed to, if he was honest. He needed to keep his Silas safe.

“You think I’m jumping into shallow waters headfirst.”

“I think it’s my job to protect you from harm.”

Silas put a hand behind his neck again, tugging him down. Their lips met, the kiss sweet and hot. “Don’t close yourself off to him, lover. He needs the both of us.”

“I trust you.” And he wanted this to work, but how could it? This little love was so stressed.

“And I trust you, lover. With all of us.”

They rubbed their noses together, humming softly. He loved that.

“We just need to convince him he needs to be here with us instead of in a house with so many other people.”

“Okay, how?” He trusted Silas with this.

“That’s the sixty-four million dollar question, now isn’t it?”

Bran chuckled softly. “I guess we’ll have to figure it out together…”

“We work better that way anyway, don’t we?” Silas nibbled his chin. “We need to show him we’ll be there, thick or thin. If that means asking him to dinner or to an evening with us over and over again, then that’s what it means. Or if we have to go have coffee everyday, then we go have coffee every day. We’ll figure it out.”

“Such a hardship. Coffee every day.” His Silas was addicted and drank more than enough for the both of them. He was far happier with hot chocolates or teas.

“I know, right? Although I might have to add some crunches or something to my daily routine if I indulge in fancy coffees every day.” Silas rubbed his own belly, looking down at it mournfully.

His Silas loved the fancy coffees—caramel macchiatos and s’mores lattes and the like. The sweeter the better.

“I’ll keep you busy. Maybe you could just have a skinny latte.”

Silas made a face. “Skinny lattes? I’d rather just have water than that .” Then he glanced up at Bran with a decidedly come-hither look. “On the other hand, that thing you said about keeping me busy? That has potential.” Silas batted his lashes outrageously.

“It does. We could do naked yoga…”

“Mmm.” Silas rubbed against him. “We could even invite Jamie to do naked yoga with us.”

“I wonder if he does yoga. Meditation. Deep breathing…”

“If he doesn’t, he can learn. You’re a great teacher.” Silas ran his fingers through Bran’s hair and rubbed against him some more. “You’ve taught me to be very bendy. Very.”

“You are pretty damn bendy, love. Absolutely.”

“Mmm. You wanna make sure our sleeping beauty is still sleeping and then go upstairs so I can demonstrate?”

“Do you want me to carry him up to the guest room?”

“Oh, love, you have the best ideas. Not to mention, that way, I get to follow you up the stairs and watch your ass.”

“Okay, if he panics, make sure to catch us.” He headed into the living room to see if he could pick Jamie up.

Silas trailed him, soft chuckles coming from him.

Jamie was still asleep, so pretty, his lashes leaving bruises beneath his eyes.

He picked Jamie up, so careful, and the boy never blinked, didn’t even stir the entire way up the stairs.

“You see?” Silas whispered, hand warm on his back. “He already trusts us.”

“Mmhmm. Turn down the bed, lover? He’ll be safe here.”

“He will.” Silas pulled the covers down and fluffed the pillow before stepping aside to let him put Jamie down onto the bed.

He settled Jamie, then headed downstairs to lock up and set the alarm, turn off the fireplace.

When he got back to their bedroom, Silas was in sun pose, absolutely naked.

“Mmm… you move fast.” He stepped right up to the fine body of his lover.

Silas’s arms dropped around his shoulders. “I was motivated.”

“Were you?” He chuckled and drew Silas in, groaning at the heat of that sweet body.

“Uh-huh.” Silas’s mouth closed over his, tongue slipping in between his lips.

He wrapped Silas’s cock in one hand, beginning to stroke, loving on his man. A whimper filled his mouth, Silas’s hands tightening around him.

That was right. He loved feeling his Silas hard and needy around him.

Silas’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and one leg came up, those yoga muscles being put to work to keep Silas upright and tugging him close at the same time.

Damn, that was fine. He wanted to see it with Jamie. He wanted to know how Silas would feel too. Silas bit at his lips, tongue following and soothing, before dancing with his own.

He moaned, jacking Silas faster and harder, needing Silas to come for him, need him.

“Gonna make me shoot,” Silas told him, dark eyes boring into him.

“That’s the point, isn’t it? To ease the tension?”

“To make us feel good.” Silas bit at his lower lip again. “That’s the point.” Silas’s heel dug into his ass, tugging him in even closer.

“To make us fly. Together.” He shoved his jeans down and caught their cocks together.

“Bran!” Silas cried out his name and pushed closer to him, holding on tight. His next kiss was sure to burn them both to the ground.

Bran grunted and danced them back toward the bed, hand still working. Whether or not they made it to the bed before Silas shot was a crapshoot, but he’d make sure they didn’t fall.

“Bran. Lover. Fuck.” Silas was next to incoherent, getting lost in the pleasure, cock leaking.

“Yes. Love. Come on, babe. Show me.”

That’s all it took. Silas came with a cry, his hips jerking as heat splashed up over Bran’s hand. The scent of Silas’s pleasure filled his nose.

“Mmm…” His balls drew up, his thighs taut, muscles bunched up.

“Your turn, lover.” Silas’s hand dropped to where he still held them both tightly together. Silas’s hand wrapped around his and got him moving again, hand sliding along both their cocks.

“Mmhmm… my turn. My balls are heavy, aching for you.” And he loved this, how good it felt, having Silas touch him, need him.

“Yeah?” Silas slid his other hand down and pressed it between his legs, fondled his balls. “Mmm. Yes, yes, they are.”

He grunted and rocked into the touch. “Silas…”

“You want this?” Silas asked, continuing to move their hands over their hard cocks. “Or do you want to go to bed and have my ass?”

“I want your hand. I need you to touch me.” He wasn’t going to mess around.

“As you wish, lover.” Silas continued to fondle his balls, sweet and gentle. The hand jacking their pricks, however, tightened, sped, working him hard.

“Mmm…” No one knew him like Silas, no one else could play him like a guitar.

“Uh-huh.” The word breathed against his lips before Silas pressed their mouths together again, tongue sliding in. One finger pressed against his slit, producing a zing that sped straight from the tip of his cock to his balls.

He shot with a cry, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Silas’s kisses softened, more licks and gentle tugs than anything else, the hand around their cocks slowing, pulling out a few shivery aftershocks.

“Mmm… perfect.” Although it would be better with… no. Nope. Not yet.

“You are,” Silas told him. “From the top of your head all the way down to your toes. Even your crooked little toe is perfect.” Silas bit at his lower lip, then drew him over to the bed.

“That little toe is crooked because you dropped a can of beans on it…” he teased.

Silas put a finger across his lips. “Shh. We don’t speak of The Incident.”

He chuckled, and they wandered into their big bathroom to wash up. “Right. Shh.”

Silas stole a kiss, lips soft on his cheek, then grabbed the cloth and carefully cleaned his prick. The touch of the washrag almost drove him out of his mind.

“Mmm, sensitive,” murmured Silas. “Perhaps I should clean you with my tongue.”

His whole body jerked. That was no fair. “Be good.”

“I thought that would be very good?”

He chuckled, but the sound was rough as hell.

“That’s a yes.” Silas gave him a wicked grin and turned to pull down the sheets, giving him an amazing, up-close view of that ass.

“It’s a yes.” He swatted Silas’s butt, just gently.

Silas jumped, but only a little, then wiggled that ass, as if begging for another.

He chuckled and leaned down, lips on the small of his lover’s back. “Do you think he’ll let us punish him? Put him over our knees?”

That sweet ass wiggled for him some more. “God, I hope so.”

“Mmm… me too.” He kept licking and kissing up along Silas’s spine.

Groaning, Silas spread his legs, his upper body resting against the mattress. “Love your mouth.”

“I love your everything.”

“You’re such a sweet talker.” Silas pushed back against him, ass rubbing against his crotch.

“That’s me. Sweet as sugar.” He nibbled the curve of Silas’s shoulder.

“Uh-huh.” Silas sounded a little distracted.

“Like honey.” He chuckled.

“Mmm… honey.” Oh yeah, his Silas was focused on what Bran’s tongue was doing and not the words.

“That’s right. Sweet. Sticky. Yummy.”

Groaning, Silas rubbed his ass backward again. “Teasing me.”

“Adoring you,” he countered.

“Oh, Bran… I love you.” Silas wriggled around so he was on his back on the mattress, facing him. He slid a hand behind Bran’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

He snuggled down, sharing a long, slow kiss with his lover. Silas joined their hands, fingers locking together with his, and a sweet hum filled his mouth.

“Love you, babe,” he whispered, his heart beating hard.

Silas nodded, warmth in his eyes, in his smile. “Yes. Love. Big love.”

“Uh-huh.” He pulled the comforter over the top of them. “I’ll show you how big.”