Chapter 3

Chapter Three

After dinner, Austin fell into bed. His original plan had been for them to stay at the hotel, but with the bedroom set up, the three of them could make do at the house. It was a little rustic, but they were good to go for a few days, and it wasn't like there was a shortage of things to get done. The guys were still down in the family room working to install the bracket for the television, which seemed to take more time and effort than they thought it would. That was okay. It gave them something to do, and Austin knew they would join him soon enough. He figured he'd wake up when they joined him, but the next thing Austin knew, he woke to a bright room with Randy on his right and Weaver on his left.

Randy was pressed to his back, an arm around his waist far enough that he was touching Weaver as well. Weaver faced him, a hand on his arm. Austin had long ago discovered that no matter which position they were in when they got in bed, they seemed to gravitate to where they were all touching each other.

"I think he's awake," Randy said softly, his voice deep with a desire that always got Austin revved up. There was something about that tone that sent his heart racing.

"I know he is," Weaver said. "I can feel just how awake." Warm fingers slipped around his length, and Austin closed his eyes, groaning as Randy slid in closer, his cock pressing against Austin's ass. "And it's a Sunday morning."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Austin groaned as Weaver began stroking him lightly before pushing the covers away.

"None of your damned deliveries to interrupt us," Weaver said before sliding downward. Austin moaned as Weaver's lips grazed a nipple and then trailed down his belly.

"Oh yeah," Austin gasped as he pressed closer to Weaver, desperate for sensation. "Do it."

Weaver stopped. "What is it you want?" He held still. "I need to hear it." Sometimes, Weaver was so deliciously frustrating.

"Blow my mind with that mouth of yours," Austin said. Why be ordinary if he could help it? Weaver chuckled and then slid his lips over Austin's cock, taking him all the way. "Jesus." He ran his fingers through Weaver's thick, black hair, carding it as he bobbed his head, sending Austin into fucking orbit.

Randy, of course, was not going to be left out. Austin turned his head, and Randy claimed his lips, kissing him hard enough to almost make him forget what Weaver was doing to him.

"Don't think for a second that I'm just going to watch," Randy purred into his ear as he slipped a finger between Austin's lips. He sucked that digit, getting it good and wet before Randy pulled it away. He knew what was next, and Randy didn't disappoint, slipping the spit-slicked finger between his cheeks and then inside him, tilting it until Austin slammed his cock down Weaver's throat. It only took seconds before Austin could barely remember his own fucking name. He shivered and tried to maintain some kind of control, but his men knew exactly how to drive him out of his mind and touch his heart at the same damned time.

For an instant, Austin felt empty when Randy pulled away, but then he groaned loudly as Randy filled him, stretching him completely, then pressed against his back, heat from foot to shoulder. Within a few seconds, Randy set the pace, and Weaver followed right along, taking him, filling him, surrounding him, all of it sending Austin to near oblivion.

Randy's arms enveloped him in warmth as Weaver sucked harder for a few seconds. Then he backed away and lay in front of Austin, pressing back onto Austin's cock, pressure surrounding him. Give and take—that was the hallmark of their relationship and moments like this.

"How do you want this?" Randy whispered in Austin's ear.

"Fuck me so hard that Weaver can feel it," Austin moaned, and Randy did just that, driving into him, giving to him, and Austin passed it right on. He loved being between his men, giving and getting at the same time, surrounded by love, more love than Austin had ever dreamed of… maybe more than he deserved. Randy held him tighter, sucking at the base of his neck. He knew he was going to have one hell of a mark, but Austin didn't mind. It was a visible sign that he was loved, and Austin passed the sentiment onto Weaver.

"Love you," Randy said, and Austin knew it was meant for both of them. Weaver pressed back, groaning his feelings as well. Austin tried, but Randy drove into him at that moment, and Austin wasn't sure what the hell he actually said, shaking as waves of passion overtook him completely.

Within seconds, the last of his control snapped, and Randy trembled as his climax washed over him. He filled Weaver with his release just as Randy did the same, all three of them trembling with the combined power of their ecstasy.

Austin floated in the arms of his men as Weaver slowly pulled away and then rolled over. Austin gasped as Randy slid out of him. Their three-way kiss was languid and gentle, each of them holding him. "Don't think I don't know that this is your way of trying to keep me from worrying about shit."

Randy snickered. "Really? That's what you have to say at a moment like this."

Austin smiled, pulling both men down to kiss them. "Don't forget, I know both of you too well."

Weaver nuzzled Austin's neck, finding just the right spot to send tingles up his spine.

"And we know you, too, honey," Randy whispered. "Never forget that."

Randy was the first one out of bed, and soon afterward, the shower started.

"Too bad the damned thing isn't big enough for the three of us," Weaver said softly.

"Then you and Randy need to fix that. I'll add it to the list." Austin rolled into Weaver's arms, dozing off until it was his turn in the shower.

Weaver got out of the shower and dressed in old clothes. Then he peeked into their bedroom, which smelled strongly of sex. God, he loved that scent, and the man still curled up in bed. He closed the door quietly and followed the aroma of food downstairs to the kitchen.

"I grabbed McDonalds," Randy said, pushing the bag toward him. Weaver grabbed the two Egg McMuffins and began eating. "Where's Austin?" Randy asked around his sausage biscuits.

"Still asleep. I don't think he slept much last night, so I figured we could let him rest." He opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of OJ, handing one to Randy. "Now that the paint is dry, I thought I'd get your office cleaned up and ready for tomorrow." He leaned against the counter. "Austin is adding to his list. He says we need a shower big enough for all three of us."

"I thought of that too. But if we enlarge the bathroom, then we're going to lose a lot of the third bedroom, and that's already small enough." Randy took another bite and swallowed. "But I was thinking that if we shored up the foundation of the screened-in porch on the side, we could use that space for a hot tub. It's big enough, and I was thinking that if we made the space more private…."

"I like it. Maybe we could rework the space to be more of a three-season room instead of a screen porch. All we'd need to do is replace the screens with glass, add some privacy… and we'd be gold for most of the year. We could put the hot tub at one end of the space and build in cabinets and stuff on the other end for supplies, towels, and things like that."

"Deal. But not a word to Austin. He's such a water baby that it would be a great surprise for him. I set aside some of the money from the sale of the business for something nice for us, and I think we got it." He put his hand up and Weaver slapped it, bro-style.

"What's the high-fiving for?" Austin asked, wandering into the room, his hair askew, old sweats hanging on his hips, wearing one of Randy's majorly faded New York Yankees T-shirts.

"Just happy," Weaver said, handing Austin the McDonalds bag. "Randy got us food, and I'm going to get busy." He went upstairs and began pulling the edging tape off the walls of Randy's office before gathering up the plastic and tossing all of it in the trash.

"Austin, what did you have planned for the third bedroom up here?" he called down.

Weaver waited until he appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "Honestly, I think it can be a guest room or an office for you if you want one." Austin slowly climbed the stairs. "Randy gets squirrely if he doesn't have a space that's his, especially when he's working on a paper or something." He was the least social of all of them, and sometimes he needed to hibernate for a while. "Do you want a workspace? If you do, then we'll make that up as a second office."

"What about you?" Weaver asked. Austin shrugged, but Weaver knew him too damned well. "How about we add a desk for me and bookshelves along that wall with a chair for you." Austin was a reader—the dozens of boxes of books testified to that. "We can share it."

Austin came right into his arms, and Weaver hugged him hard. Sometimes it shocked him just how surprised Austin seemed to be whenever they were good to him. It broke Weaver's heart and made him determined to correct it.

Randy checked his department email with a sigh and then closed the app. "They want me to go in for meetings this afternoon and tomorrow." He hated that he was going to be gone and knew he was adding work for the others.

"It's all right," Austin told him immediately. "The movers will bring things in. I have layouts for all the rooms, and every single box is labeled so they just need to get to the correct rooms." He seemed so together.

"We got your back," Weaver added.

Randy put his arms around both of them. "I know that, but I don't want to dump more things on you."

Austin snickered. "Don't worry. We'll leave plenty for you to do once you get home. Now go on and get yourself all respectable and looking like a professor. Do you need me to get you one of those jackets with elbow patches?"

Randy pulled Austin into a deep kiss, devouring his mouth. "No elbow patches required." He pulled back and went upstairs to change before saying goodbye to both Weaver and Austin just as the moving truck pulled up in front of the house. After getting into his car, he headed to campus and his first meeting.

After two hours of nothing but talk, he shook his head before leaning to the woman next to him. "Are these committee meetings always this useless?"

She nodded and rolled her eyes. "They make people feel important, but nothing ever gets done."

"Do you have something to say?" the man at the head of the table asked, looking pointedly at the two of them.

She leaned back and tried to disappear.

"Yes," Randy said clearly. "Is there a point to all this, or is this just a waste of time so everyone can drink coffee and eat donuts?" Damn, he should have kept his mouth shut. "So far, we have been here two hours. There are no action items and nothing has been determined. So what's the point? We all have better things we could be doing." Lord knew he was wasting time while Austin and Weaver dealt with the movers.

"I don't think you know how things are done here," the leader said.

Randy shrugged. "You mean wasting hours and doing nothing?" He stared the man down, and the others around the table began to nod.

"I have plenty I could be doing," the woman across from him said. "This is supposed to be about the curriculum, not a discussion about adding new classes that have nothing to do with our department." A number of throats cleared, and the leader sat down, shuffling papers.

"Then maybe someone else would like to lead the group?" he asked, clearly challenging the rest of the room.

"I will," the woman across from him said, and the man at the end of the table practically swallowed his teeth. "Our next meeting will be in two weeks. By that time, everyone is to have developed a list of two justified proposals for updates that should be made. Send them to me, and we will discuss and evaluate each of them at that time. They must be to me in ten days, and I will aggregate them and distribute. This meeting is adjourned." She stood, and the others left the room, with Randy staying behind.

"I probably should have kept quiet," Randy told her.

"I'm Violet Richards, and you're Randy Mather. I think I'm going to love working with you. Gerald has led this committee for a decade, and nothing ever happens. Everything has stayed exactly the same, and I've wanted this chance, but I never got an opening. You gave me one." She was clearly pleased. "I heard you just moved to town."

"I did. The moving van is at the house right now."

"Then go and help. And I'm looking forward to your proposals for updating what we teach. You have a great deal of practical experience that we should be incorporating into our program."

"I'll do my best." He gathered his things and headed out of the building to his car. He drove home to find a well-oiled machine, with Austin holding his clipboard and the movers and Weaver obeying his every command.

"Go inside and get changed," Austin said. "I need you upstairs. They've brought in a number of things for your office, and you can start setting it up. I have Weaver in the family room, and once the movers have everything inside, I'll start in the kitchen." One thing was for sure, it was best to do exactly what Austin said when he got into drill-sergeant mode.

To Randy's surprise, the major pieces of furniture were placed, with boxes piled out of the flow of traffic. He raced upstairs, changed his clothes, and spent the next hour in his office setting up bookshelves and getting his papers organized in his desk. By the time he was done, the house was quiet. Randy opened the door, wondering what was going on. He descended the stairs and found Austin putting away dishes.

"They're done?" Randy asked.

"Yeah. I read online that it was customary to tip the movers, so I did and made a note of it so we can adjust the costs." He pulled open the refrigerator and handed Randy a bottle of water, taking one for himself. Ever the caretaker, Austin anticipated what he wanted. "A couple of neighbors were outside while I was seeing them off, and I gave them my cell number. They said they'd add it to the neighborhood chat."

"Excellent." It was his job to see to it that everyone was happy. Weaver had always been the peacekeeper, but Randy was the leader, the problem-solver, a man of action. It was his job to blaze the way, and he always felt like he had to make sure that they had what they needed.

"The family room is done, so we can watch TV if we want. I also got the boxes redistributed where they belong. I found some that go in the basement and carried them down."

Weaver's phone rang as he joined them, and he pulled it out.

"Is it them?"

Weaver nodded, and Austin shifted closer to him. Randy took his hand, knowing that Austin wanted this for Weaver almost as much as Weaver wanted it. "No matter what happens, everything is going to be cool." Austin squeezed his hand, and Randy waited as Weaver listened, nodding and then finally smiling that bright smile that Randy had fallen in love with the first time he saw him enter one of his gyms.

"Did you get it?" Austin asked quietly, and Weaver smiled.

"Full-time, permanent," he mouthed back.

"Go to my office," Randy told him, and Weaver nodded and headed for the stairs.

Austin turned to him, smiling, but Randy knew it was his nervous grin. He usually wasn't the most attentive of men when it came to everyone else's emotions. They sometimes went right over Randy's head. It wasn't one of his strong suits, but even he could see that Austin was nervous—it practically washed over him. Austin needed to find a place for himself, and as much as he hated it, Randy didn't know what to do to fix it, which totally sucked.