28. Taylor

CHAPTER 28

TAYLOR

Taylor arrived at Nash's apartment expecting him and Damon to be there. They said they planned to have dinner with him, and he'd assumed they were eating in because they hadn't specified otherwise.

"Nash? Damon?" Taylor toed out of his shoes and padded through the silent apartment. There was no sign of them in the living room so Taylor went down the hallway. The bedroom was empty, but the bed was made and on top of the dark blue bedding was a crisp white envelope with Taylor's name scrawled across it in fancy penmanship. Clearly the work of Damon. Taylor would recognize Nash's chicken scratch anywhere.

Furrowing his brow, he crossed the room and picked up the envelope. Flipping it over, he found a fancy wax seal. He let out a low whistle and gently popped the seal free. Taylor had no way of knowing what to expect, but he definitely didn't expect an invitation.

"You are cordially invited to unit 414 at 6:30 pm. Your hosts request that you shower and do something pretty with your makeup. Everything else is taken care of."

Taylor looked at the clock and yelped. He'd stopped in to check on Mickey after work and had run late. It left him less than an hour to shower and do something with his face.

Most of his belongings were still in his apartment, but he'd been avoiding it. Mickey, though still sick, was taking good care of his plants and Taylor had stopped in to see if he needed anything. He'd also taken the opportunity to sneak over a few more items from his wardrobe.

There wasn't a lot of time to ponder what he should wear or how he should do his makeup. And despite the urge, there definitely wasn't time to jerk off in the shower. His dick protested that fact, but he had a feeling that he'd only suffer for a little while.

Taylor was still new to the whole makeup routine thing, so he kept it simple. A bit of eyeliner. Some glittery shadow. Mascara instead of fake lashes because he still took forever trying to apply those. He swore you had to be half sorcerer to get it right. He smeared on a quick coat of lip stain and scrunched his curls with mousse.

Taylor slid into a pair of silky black panties that hugged his cock and held everything tight against his body. After dressing in a pair of nice jeans and a shimmery silver blouse, Taylor gave himself a onceover in the mirror before taking the elevator up to the fourth floor.

His nerves made his hand shake when he lifted his fist to knock. There was no way for him to know what was happening on the other side of that door. It was all very mysterious of them.

Taylor knocked and the door swung open. If he wasn't confused before, he was now. He put his hand on the door and pushed it further open. "Hello?"

Silence greeted him and he checked the number on the door to make sure it was the right one. The number 414 stared back at him and he shrugged before pushing the door all the way open and took a step inside.

An empty space greeted him. But in this clearly unoccupied apartment, there stood a little table in the entryway. This one had yet another envelope with his name on it. Taylor stepped all the way inside and shut the door. Again, he carefully opened the envelope and pulled another card out.

"Go into the living room." Taylor read it out loud, then set the card down on the table. He did as he was told and walked around the corner. His breath stopped, catching in his throat. The whole place was empty except for a fuchsia ball gown, all tulle and sparkles that hung in the living room window from a hanger. It was surrounded by fairy lights that were draped over the window and tacked up around the edge of the room making it look magical.

Taylor forced himself to take a breath and he crossed the room, half afraid this was all some sort of crazy dream. When he reached the dress, he noticed a tag tied to the hanger.

"Wear me." Taylor dropped the tag and ran his fingers over the dress. He looked down and noticed a pair of ballet flats that matched the color of the dress perfectly. He still didn't know what was going on, but he wasn't about to argue with the most beautiful dress he'd ever seen. It was like they'd plucked it out of his wildest dreams and materialized it for him.

Taylor stripped out of his clothes and carefully stepped into the dress. It had a side zip, which saved his life. If he'd had to turn himself into a pretzel to zip his dress, he might have died. The best part was the way it fit. It hugged his torso like a glove and when he moved around there were no weird gaps from his lack of breasts. It was almost like it was made for him. He eased into the shoes and wiggled his toes.

"Just call me Cinderella," he whispered to himself, smoothing his hands down the front of his dress. Laughter bubbled out of him before he could stop himself and he did a little spin, grinning at the way his dress puffed out, swirling around his legs.

The sound of a low whistle made him screech to a stop mid-twirl. His heart slammed against his ribs and his cock went from zero to ready in the span of a single breath because Nash and Damon stood there in tuxedos.

"Fuck me," Taylor breathed. He'd never seen a more stunning sight in his entire life.

Nash stepped in with a dozen roses, which Taylor only noticed when he was presented with them. "You look magnificent," Nash told him.

What even was his life right now? Taylor took the flowers from Nash and breathed in their soft scent. "These are stunning. Thank you." Taylor filled his lungs full of their scent again. Then Damon came up to him and handed him a small box.

"The flowers are from both of us. And so is this."

Balancing the flowers in the crook of his arm, Taylor popped the lid of the box off. Nestled in the box was a gold charm bracelet.

"No," Taylor said and managed to gently lift the bracelet out of the box to have a better look. "It's got little charms." He studied them and, with each one, his heart swelled up, growing with so much affection for these men that he thought it might burst.

There was a plant, for obvious reasons. A frog, that had to be the work of Damon. A few days ago, Taylor had transported Freddy the Frog over from his apartment to one of the plants he'd smuggled into Nash's house. There was also a heart, which Taylor loved almost as much as he loved the spatula. He squinted at the last one.

"A key?" Taylor asked, slightly confused. He lifted his gaze to Nash and Damon, who stood with twin expressions of mischief on their faces.

Nash pulled a set of keys from his pocket. For a moment, he looked terrified. His voice trembled when he spoke. "You're standing in my new apartment. It has three bedrooms and two bathrooms. One of the rooms is going to be an office for me. And another is going to be the master bedroom, but I was thinking that, if you wanted, we could convert the third bedroom into a dressing room for you."

"You want to give me a room in your apartment?" Taylor couldn't trust his ears to not lie to him. Clearly, he'd heard wrong.

"No, I want to give you a room in your apartment. Our apartment. The three of us."

Taylor looked at Damon. Then at Nash again. His heart zipped around in circles in his chest and his insides felt like they were experiencing an earthquake.

"I—say again?" Taylor clutched the flowers tighter. Damon stepped forward and plucked the bracelet from Taylor's hand and carefully opened the clasp. Taylor stood there stiff as a board, not even breathing while he watched Damon put the bracelet on him.

When it was secure, Damon lifted his gaze and looked Taylor in the eyes. "We want you to live with us. But if you're not ready for that, we understand."

Taylor's head spun to the point he couldn't form a thought, let alone a sentence. His look of utter speechlessness must have shown on his face because the next thing he knew, Nash was there, taking the flowers from him and Damon was moving in close, sweeping him into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Taylor felt like he was in a the most sublime dream.

"Did you think we got all dressed up just to ask you to live with us? No, my sweet princess, we're going to dance."

"Dance, but there's no—" Taylor tripped on his tongue, silencing himself when music started to play. He tipped his head back and a laugh bubbled out of him. "The two of you are too much. I swear this is so over the top."

Taylor loved every moment of it, though. From the mysterious letter to the fairy lights and the dress. Good grief, the dress.

Damon took Taylor's hand like he intended to dance properly instead of just standing in place and swaying back and forth. And then to his utter delight, Damon took a step, then another, leading effortlessly. Taylor had never danced like this before and it wasn't long before he stepped on Damon's toes.

"Shit, sorry."

"No worries. Why do you think we got you soft shoes?" Damon's eyes sparkled in the fairy lights as he led them around the room in a slow circle.

They'd thought of everything. That he'd found people who were willing to go to this kind of extreme to show him that he was special made him want to cry. But only a little, because tears would ruin his makeup and he didn't want anything to mar the perfection that was this night.

When the first song ended, Damon swept him closer and slanted their mouths together. The kiss was achingly soft, and though Damon's tongue flicked at the seam of Taylor's mouth, he didn't seek to deepen it. Instead, he pulled away, then Nash was there, making a comment about cutting in.

"I'm not as good as he is," Nash apologized. "But I didn't have a legendary Hollywood singer, dancer, actor for a grandfather."

"Neither did I. You can't be worse than me." Taylor stepped closer to Nash. There were more thoughts and feelings in him in that moment than there were stars in the sky. Overwhelming didn't begin to describe the way he felt underneath it all. But it was the best kind of overwhelmed.

Two of his favorite people had gone to great lengths to do something special for him. It was more than he'd ever thought anyone would do. Especially when he started to express himself the way he wanted to. He'd been afraid that no one would want him. People always said there was someone for everyone, but Taylor had feared that there wouldn't be anyone for him.

But somehow he'd managed not one, but two. Two glorious men who were willing to do things for him that no one would even dream of. The dress. The tuxedos. The privacy so Taylor could let go and not worry about how other people might be looking at him. Perfection didn't begin to describe it.

The song ended and Taylor didn't waste a moment before he pulled Nash into a kiss. This time, the kiss did go deeper because Taylor needed it to. He needed to consume and be consumed. Damon was suddenly behind him, reaching past him to put his hands on Nash's hips and pull him closer, sandwiching Taylor in the middle.

"You really want me to live here?" Taylor asked Nash. Asked them both. He almost asked them to pinch him, but the insistent, increasingly urgent ache between his legs was proof enough that this wasn't a dream.

"We do," Nash said.

"We care about you," said Damon a moment after.

And then Nash stared into Taylor's eyes like he was staring into his soul. "I love you. Both of you."

Damon whispered in Taylor's ear, "Not to sound like a copycat or anything, but I love you too."

"Holy shit," Taylor said, then started to laugh. He cut it off, swallowing it down. He held on tight to Nash because he felt like he might fly off the face of the earth if he let go. "Holy shit," he said again.

"I think we broke him." Damon chuckled behind him. Dragging his lips up Taylor's exposed neck, he stopped to nibble on the shell of his ear.

"I don't think that's helping." Nash took hold of Taylor's hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the inside of his wrist.

"Oh, I think it's helping plenty."

Taylor wanted to tell them how much he loved them both, but the words wouldn't come out. They stuck in his throat and wouldn't budge, but neither Nash nor Damon seemed to mind too much about it. When his brain came back online later, he'd tell them yes. He'd tell them he loved them. He'd tell them everything that was locked up inside him, how much they meant to him and how much he wanted forever with them. But for now, he gave himself over to them, turning to liquid in their embrace.