Chapter 8

Tate

Was it possible to die from not being able to laugh?

Dean looked like he was going to have a heart attack and Joel was doing his best to orgasm, and they were just the funniest people I'd ever seen.

Poor Joel had no idea he was killing his Daddy and I wasn't sure what to say. Joel seemed to think it was perfectly reasonable for us to talk to his mom about sex and to ask her questions about fucking her son.

What the hell had they been looking up online for them to think any of this was reasonable?

"It seems like I don't need to worry about rushing you, though, so we can have sex this afternoon. How does that sound?" Dean seemed to have sailed right past reasonable too but for completely different reasons.

"That's a great plan." Joel's lips said good plan but his hips said he was still doing his best to orgasm at light speed. "I can…I can go twice, so don't worry about that either."

Dean rolled his eyes, getting some of his spark back. "Alright, that's fine."

Some of his spark had returned…the fact that he didn't have stronger opinions on the orgasming twice part said he would've done anything to not have to talk about her son's ass with Joel's mother.

Living with them was so weird sometimes.

"We aren't rushing this." We clearly weren't going to drag our feet anymore, though. "Stop that."

I gave Joel's ass a firmer smack and he sucked in a breath before a shiver raced through his body. "Master…I…I might have trouble learning my lesson."

He was an adorable little slut.

But he'd scrambled Dean's brains because Daddy Dean spanked his boy's bottom too. "Absolutely not. If you can't behave, you'll write lines and have corner time. Spankings are only for sweet little sluts who can behave themselves."

Oh wow.

Our afternoon had taken a turn for the curious and naughty.

Joel whimpered but went still and his voice lost some of his lazy sleepiness. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll be a good slut."

Not a panic in sight from the Daddy…yep, things were getting interesting.

It seemed he'd finally realized there were more stressful things that could happen than having to call his boy a dirty slut.

"Good sluts do not take orgasms without asking permission first. I didn't hear any sweet request for tingles." It seemed like Dean simply needed a bit of fear thrown at him to get over some of his worries. "And not even a single please for a spanking. You've just been waving your bottom around like you're getting ready to pitch a fit."

He was getting good…and making Joel even hornier because he was grinding his dick into his Daddy's lap, slightly more subtly than he'd been before. "I'll be good. Please spank me, Daddy? I really, really need tingles. I was good today and wasn't mean to anyone."

Well, that was debatable based on his description of the events, but his Daddy wasn't searching for fine print at the moment. He just went back to rubbing his hand over Joel's ass and let out a long Daddy sigh. "Are you sure you've learned your lesson? You were just going to hump us without asking permission at all."

And clearly that was erotic but not permitted.

I approved.

"I'm not sure he asked nicely enough." Squeezing one of the sexy cheeks that were clenching temptingly, I sighed. "He's a greedy boy and not a good slut."

Joel whimpered sweetly and did his best to be shy and cute. "I'm sorry, Master. You just…I just think naughty thoughts when I cuddle with you. I'm not a Dom who has so much self-control. I'm just your slut."

Oh, that was good.

Very good.

Even Dean's eyes flashed hot and I could almost see his desire jumping up a notch. "That's why we have your cage."

That was an amazing idea.

Joel shivered again but he was smart enough to see the ways his orgasm could be significantly delayed. "After…after I get my tingles, Daddy? Will you put my cutie in my cage after?"

The brat actually crossed his fingers, forgetting that just because he was hiding his face didn't mean we couldn't see him.

Dean couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or orgasm, and I was glad he was finally feeling my pain. "Are you going to be a good slut if we give you tingles before we wrap up your cutie?"

Joel let out a happy, choppy breath, obviously seeing everything he wanted being dangled right in front of his eyes. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be very good with my cage and when we have big naughty time no matter if it's now or later, Daddy."

Yep, he was making sure we didn't forget that promise.

Dean didn't seem to have changed his mind but I could see his mind whirling as his touch gentled again. "Are you sure you don't want something more romantic? We could take you out to dinner and take our time."

It wasn't a bad idea but Joel actually lifted his head and turned to frown at us. "Why?"

He was adorably insane.

Dean blinked a few times before realizing who he was talking to. "I know we're special, but it's something people do. I just wanted to make sure we gave you options."

Good save.

Joel was either confused enough or startled enough to sit up and wiggle his way onto both of our laps, half an ass on each leg. "Do you need romance? My mother said some guys need flowers and the right music playing. I want you to feel special too."

Their family had the weirdest conversations.

Dean seemed to have realized he'd gotten us into the crazy discussion and didn't try to hide from it. He took a breath and sat straighter before he got the words out. "No. You make me feel very special already and I don't need anything else to prove that I'm special to you."

Aw, Daddy Dean was fucking adorable too.

Joel's smile looked like he thought that was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard and he even leaned in to kiss Dean's cheek. "I'm glad you feel special enough to fuck me now, Daddy."

They were amazing…and complete lunatics…but they were my special complete lunatics.

"Me too." Dean was clearly out of ideas for what to say next, so he gave Joel a quick peck and turned to me, eyebrow raised.

Yep, time for Master to tag in.

Daddy Dean had done as much as he could, but if he kept talking, he was going to get us into more trouble, not less. Luckily for him, I'd already been thinking about what the important points we needed to discuss were.

"Being special doesn't make us mind readers, though. So you have to tell us how you want your first fucking to happen." There was no point in using euphemisms like making love when I wasn't sure what that would mean to our nut. "What would make it special to you, slut?"

Joel's thinking face was back but it wasn't aimed at anyone specific, so I had a feeling it was about him rolling the question around in his head. He wasn't rushing through it, though. He wiggled his hips back and forth, humming to himself, and even started tapping at his chin.

So he was happy, cute thinking not worried thinking.

Got it.

Dean even seemed to realize that too because we both settled back against the couch at the same time and just enjoyed the show. Joel was putting so much effort into it that it would be rude not to appreciate his artistry. To me, that meant he needed me to show him that I approved of the performance, so I started caressing his thighs and back around to his ass as we waited.

Eventually he stopped his wiggles and went silent…and smiled. "No."

Really?

That was it?

Dean's frustration was clearly growing because he let out a huff, so I decided saving our boy would be a good Dom thing to do. "So what I think you're saying is that there isn't anything specific that would make it perfect to you and that you're mostly wanting us to fuck you thoroughly, you're still our sub in this scene, and you don't have an opinion on which of us penetrates you."

And more silence.

Dean's insanity was slowly easing down like a balloon letting out air, so I declared myself the best Dom ever. His breathing evened out and his hand came up to rub along Joel's shoulder and down his arm. Joel must've sensed his Daddy's mood change too because he turned his head and kissed Dean's hand as his Daddy's fingers caressed along his neck.

"I didn't think about all the pieces." Joel's answer made me wonder how he'd envisioned being fucked, but I decided it wasn't the time to dissect his thought process. "Yes, I would like to be thoroughly fucked. I would like to have both of your penises inside me this time, please. Oh, and you should still be my Doms."

Frowning adorably, he scrunched up his face. "What else should I consider?"

What had he thought about to begin with?

"Um, first thoughts here but condoms, cum, and control." The three C's of penetrative sex.

I might've been the only one to see it that way, though, because Dean and Joel turned to stare at me in unison. Shrugging, I just waited to see what they would say. I wasn't going to spend ten minutes bouncing around a topic just to guess what they were thinking.

Surprisingly, it was Dean that spoke first. "Cum as in where does he want us to come? In him versus on him? So, the actual cum?"

Interesting.

"Yes. That was how I was thinking about it, but there might be other topics around it." I wasn't going to admit to being all-knowing…especially since we were talking about what Joel would want.

"I like cum." Joel's cheerful response came with a wiggle to make sure we knew he was being cute about it. "I think I would like to be come on and in, please. But I'm flexible. Greedy but adaptable."

Good to know but that led us into new questions.

"Does that mean you want one of us to come inside you with a condom or without a condom?" I'd never actually orgasmed with someone like that but Joel wasn't just anyone. "There's no right or wrong answer here, so you just need to make sure we understand what you're picturing."

"Those are very good questions." Joel's words said one thing but his kindergarten teacher answering stupid questions tone didn't match. "I am picturing no condoms, please. Cum touching skin."

Yeah, he'd really had a very specific view on how it would go.

He realized we weren't mind readers, right?

It'd been a smart-ass comment before, but I was starting to question how he thought Doms functioned.

Dean blinked a few times but came back to life fairly quickly. "I know you've never done that before so I'm not worried safety from your end, but I want you to know that I was tested at the beginning of the year and haven't done anything penetrative since then."

Because he'd been dating idiots too.

"Okay." Joel's chipper tone made me smile, but I was glad when he kept going. "I have not done anything that would give me a disease. My mother agrees that you have to do stuff before you can get one. But I was tested too because I don't think the doctor believed that I wasn't sexually active."

That would've been a crazy conversation.

"I don't think he knows what being demi is either." Joel's head cocked and his thinking face looked less manufactured and more genuine. "I'll make sure to explain next time."

That was going to be even more fun.

"I was tested after Christmas break, and I haven't had sex with anyone since then." I'd fooled around a bit but nothing they needed to worry about. I'd been way too distracted to put effort into dating. "I trust both of you, but if we want to get tested again before we fuck Joel into the mattress and come in his ass, that's fine with me."

Joel sighed like I'd said the sweetest thing ever. "Thank you."

He was so insane.

"I think that was more about the fucking him into the mattress comment rather than the testing part." Dean's dry response made me chuckle but it got a bright smile and a nod from Joel. "Thought so."

Okay, no laughing.

"Joel, we need you to think logically about the cum issue." That wasn't something I wanted him to get twisted up around later. "Do you want us to get tested again before we drench you in cum?"

"If you want him to think logically, stop using words like drench." Dean's glare was adorable and it said he wasn't as worried as I thought he might be. "That's just melting his brain."

"I like being melted." Joel sighed and gave us a sweet smile before straightening and shaking his head like he was a wet dog. "Okay. Thinking. Yes."

Had we finally made progress?

"I am comfortable with one of you filling me with cum. My mother said you might not be comfortable with the sloppy seconds concept, so we don't have to do that. She also said that as long as the testing conversation went fine, we should be safe."

Weirdest. Family. Ever.

"Is…is that something you want?" Dean's question wasn't something I expected to hear coming out of his mouth but it was a good one. "I think…I think I know what you'd want but clear communication means I need to double-check."

Joel perked up again. "Yes, communication is important. I would like both of you to come inside me at some point, but I'm very patient and I'm not going to rush you."

His logic was great.

Dean was nodding but words didn't come out, so I took over again. "Thank you for making sure we know how you feel about that. I don't have a problem with the idea of fucking Dean's cum out of your ass, so there are ways we can arrange that to give everyone what they need."

I got to have the best conversations with them.

"I…I've never thought about something like that, but I don't think it would be a limit for me." Dean licked his lips and swallowed. "I promise to let you know if we come to something that makes me approach safewording."

"Thank you, Daddy." Joel kissed Dean's cheek and gave him a proud papa smile. "Trying new things is hard, so I appreciate you being willing to try."

I appreciated it too, but I was also slightly curious about how he'd never thought of doing that. Joel was too kinky not to have wanted to at least try it. He had to have read countless descriptions of it online, so how had Dean missed even thinking about it hypothetically?

"You're welcome." Something about the shift in the way Joel was talking about it made it easier for Dean to find his brain and his Daddy side again. He reached up and ran his hand over Joel's head and smiled at him. "You have a very good imagination and I'm glad you've thought about what you wanted to explore."

Yep, Daddy brain to the rescue.