Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

"How did the walk-through go?" Randy asked, setting his book aside as Austin dragged himself through the door.

"Terrible. Not one of them has any idea how to walk, and the guys all move like truckers." He flopped down into a seat. "At least we got the outfits chosen. That was a nightmare, but from a clothing perspective, all twenty looks will flow together." He'd spent much of the past week getting the show organized. It would have been much easier to herd cats, but regardless, he was enjoying himself a great deal. "Randy…," Austin started when he noticed his attention being drawn back to the book. "If you don't want to hear about it, then just say so." He left the room and went upstairs. He was tired and cranky after having to hold in his frustration all evening so the volunteers didn't pick up on it.

He turned on the shower and let it heat as he slipped off his clothes, then stepped under the water. This was turning out to be a bigger job that he thought at first. But they were getting close. Though it turned out that the fashion show was the same weekend as Randy's mother's visit. Talk about piling it on. He reached for the soap as the shower curtain slid open, and Randy stepped in behind him.

"Hey, I was listening," Randy said, his voice low and deep.

"But your book was just so good…." He wasn't willing to let Randy off the hook just yet. Though his dick was more than ready, throbbing in front of him as Randy's hands slid around his waist.

"I had a tough day, too, and I was waiting for you to come home," he explained. "And I probably should have put my book away. But it was just too good… and sexy." Randy leaned closer, his fingers tightening slightly as he pulled Austin back against him, Randy's thick cock pressing along Austin's crack. "Do you really want to talk about fashion shows or how my day went when we could talk about something much… hotter?"

The water suddenly switched off and then the shower curtain was pushed aside. Weaver stood there. "Damn, that is one hell of a sight." Randy moved them both back, and Weaver stepped into the tub. There was barely enough room for them, but no one seemed to care. Austin certainly didn't as Weaver surrounded him in wet heat that made Austin's head throb and his leg shake. He groaned and shivered back against Randy.

"What do you want, baby?" Randy growled into his ear. He lifted his arms, and Randy's warm hands slid up his belly and chest, caressing him slowly. "You aren't saying anything," Randy whispered, and Austin swallowed.

"That's because what I want is something that I can't have." He stilled, and Weaver pulled away, the mood changing in an instant, and Austin wished he hadn't said it.

"You can have anything," Randy said, his hands continuing to roam.

Austin shook his head. "I can't have you." He felt Randy stiffen, and not in a good way, and then his hands slipped away and his heat disappeared when he stepped out of the tub. Randy handed him a towel as Weaver stood and got out as well.

"I'm sorry, but…." Austin swallowed, realizing that he had gone too far and that he should have just kept his mouth shut.

Randy shook his head and sighed deeply. "I don't think this conversation is for the bathroom."

Austin dried himself as he followed Randy to their bedroom. He set the towel aside and climbed on the bed on the far side of Randy, with Weaver on the other. "I didn't mean to push something on you."

"I know that, and…."

"Randy has always been a top," Weaver added, but Austin knew by Randy's reaction to the idea that there was more to it than that.

"You don't really want to talk about this, do you?" Austin asked.

Randy shook his head hard.

"But…," he prompted.

"I think it's something I should." He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply once more. "You know I grew up in Brooklyn, and you've been to my mother's place. It's a rough neighborhood."

Weaver drew closer. "Did someone force you?" His question had been on the tip of Austin's tongue.

"No. Not really. But I was this misfit gay kid in a tough neighborhood in Brooklyn. I didn't know shit. My first time was with a kid in school, but that was just a blowjob under the bleachers." Randy had already told him this part. "But later, when things got more serious, we started trying other things, and I got hurt… like, really bad. I was bleeding and…. Let's just say that I was ashamed and in pain, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't think I could tell my mother or anyone."

Austin sighed. "So you suffered in silence." He ran his hand lightly over Randy's amazing chest. "You know that we would never hurt you. Right?"

"Of course I do. But… I never want to do that again. It makes me feel…." Randy tensed. "I don't know how to explain it. But it makes me feel small, like I'm that kid back in my room in Brooklyn, bleeding into my underwear and trying to figure out how I'm going to keep this a secret from my mom." Randy put his arms around both him and Weaver. "My mother doesn't know about any of this, and I've never told anyone before."

"Why?" Weaver asked.

Randy sat up, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm a gay man, so that's supposed to be something that I'm supposed to like. I mean, it's part of the way we make love." He kissed both of them hard enough and hot enough to set the bedding on fire. "Lord knows I love making love to both of you, but…." He swallowed, and Austin knew that was as far as Randy was going to go. It was one thing for Randy to explain what happened to him; it was quite another to vocally admit a vulnerability. Not that he needed to.

Austin got to his knees, straddling Randy's lap. "Look here, big guy. If that's how you feel, then you never have to do that." He leaned back, rocking his hips, Randy hardening under him. "You are and will always be the man we fell in love with." He pulled Weaver into a kiss. "Right?"

Weaver's eyes darkened. "Oh yeah. You are both the men I'm in love with, and nothing is going to change that." He kissed Austin and then Randy, the temperature of the room rising by the second. When Weaver pulled back, Randy tugged Austin forward. Weaver came behind him, licking down Austin's back and then to his opening.

He quivered in Randy's arms as Weaver's tongue did amazing things to him. Damn, his men were talented, and as Weaver buried his tongue inside him, Austin kissed Randy, needing his strength to keep himself from shattering into a million pieces.

"And I love you… both of you," Randy said just loudly enough for them to hear. "You fill my heart."

Austin groaned as Weaver filled him in another way, his long cock touching him deep inside. Austin gasped, holding Randy, who kissed him again, probing his mouth with his tongue.

Weaver leaned over Austin, his chest to his back, rolled his hips, loving the way his men kissed as he sank deeply into Austin's heat. There was something sublime about making love to these men, and it didn't matter who was inside who. They were together, and the way Randy ran his hand around the back of his neck, the connection between them tingling up and down his spine, sent him over the moon. He kissed Austin's shoulder and then sucked lightly at the base of his neck, Austin's salty sweetness tasting amazing on his tongue. He needed them, and it wasn't long before his control began slipping. His men were the sexiest guys on the planet as far as he was concerned, and he was damned lucky to have them in his life.

"More…," Austin whimpered, clutching Randy. Weaver thrust and held still, the ecstasy overtaking him, short-circuiting his mind. He leaned against Austin, breathing hard, as Austin turned to the side, where he captured his lips.

"You're amazing," Weaver whispered as he slipped from inside his body.

"So are you," Austin said, repositioning himself, legs wrapped around Randy as Randy sank onto him. Fuck, that was the hottest thing ever. Austin always amazed him, but taking both of them was stunning, and Randy rode Austin hard. Sweat glistened on their bodies. Austin grabbed his arm, pulling Weaver close, the three of them kissing.

That was what always blew his mind: the three of them together, even if it was a kiss. It was the three of them. There were many uncertainties in this world and in their lives, but the three of them, together, that was right, and Weaver knew that to the core.

"Don't stop," Austin groaned, skin slapping skin, Randy disappearing into Austin's body, then appearing, only to sink back inside. Weaver's libido was already kicking in again by the time their movements became frantic. As he drew closer to watch, Austin wrapped his fingers around Weaver's cock, stroking to his and Randy's pace until the world narrowed to just the three of them.

Randy reared up, pressed into Austin, and lifted him off the bed with a groan as Austin's eyes rolled into his head, painting his release across Randy's chest. Weaver added his own release as Randy came as well, all of them floating in a post-orgasmic haze that Weaver hoped would last.

Austin collapsed against Randy, and Weaver held them both, their kisses now languid, gentle, almost exploratorily tender. Weaver lay on the bed, Austin settling next to him, and Randy cradling them both against his chest.

"Sometimes it surprises me that you're afraid of anything," Weaver said, looking up at Randy. "Remember how we met?"

Randy nodded. "How could I forget? At that club in Soho, where the most beautiful man I had ever seen was dancing up a storm. I was just about to work up the courage to talk to you when this guy grabbed your arm and pulled you to his chest. You struggled and told him to leave you alone."

"Yeah, I did, and I was trying to figure out how to get away from him when this tall, broad man pulled him away and clocked him right in the nose. The brute when down to the floor, and you stepped over him and gently escorted me off to one of the tables. The bouncers escorted the idiot out of the club, and you made sure I was okay and sat with me for hours, just talking. I thought you were nice. Little did I know at the time that you were sexy nice and would have my back for going on ten years."

"But something or someone was always missing," Randy said. "I mean, you and I were good together, but we…."

Weaver closed his eyes. "I know. We loved each other, but you and I… there was always someone missing. We went to work and built a life, but it was so haphazard."

"Is that your way of saying that neither of you could figure out how to make a home?" Austin asked.

"Yeah. That's about it. He was so busy with law school and then making partner. I was building the business. When you showed up, he and I were still using some of the furniture we'd had in college. There had been no need to change it, so we didn't. After you moved into the building and our hearts, then into the apartment, that old furniture was gone and you had turned the place into a home within a few months." Randy said.

"The apartment was just a place for us to live before you came into our lives. Now we have this house that feels like the home I always wanted."

"That we always wanted," Randy said, holding them both. "We each bring something to this relationship that the others don't. I think that's why we work." He patted each of them before slipping off the bed. Randy headed to the bathroom, and the shower started a few minutes later.

Austin sighed and began getting dressed.

"Aren't you going to join him?" Weaver asked.

"That was where all this started, and as much fun as we had, I don't think I'm up for a round two right now." He winced slightly as he stepped into his underwear.

"I know the feeling." Weaver began dressing as well. "Come on. I have a few projects to try to finish in the yard, and I could use your help."

"Me? You know I have a black thumb and can kill just about anything."

Weaver grinned. "Great. We can start with the weeds." He patted Austin on the shoulder, and he groaned. Weaver was pleased that Austin joined him outside anyway.

Randy's mother was coming in a few days, and with the guys out in the yard, he took the time to walk through the rooms of the house, making sure it was safe for family. Not that they had sex toys or dirty magazines around, but the last thing he wanted his mother to find was their copy of the Tom of Finland compilation or things like that. He didn't see anything, but that didn't mean that his mother wouldn't find it. The one thing he'd done was make sure his and Weaver's offices had locks. His mother was a snooper, and that was the best way to keep her out of those areas. She had no business being in there, but that wouldn't stop his mother. He hoped the locks would be enough of a deterrent.

"Your mother's visit is going to be fine," Austin said as he came up the stairs, covered in dirt. He looked almost like he and Weaver had built a dirt play pit, and Austin had fallen in. "Stop worrying."

Randy set his jaw. "You know what she's like. And she isn't going to be any different just because we're here in Pennsylvania instead of New York."

"It's been two years, and your mother likes both Weaver and me," Austin said, naively. "What's the problem?"

Randy crossed his arms over his chest and looked Austin deep in the eyes, making sure there was only stone cold in his expression. "Because she is going to spend the weekend here, laughing and having a good time, and before she leaves, my mother will take me aside and say that she likes both of you, but then she'll tell me which of you she thinks I should choose. She's done it before. My mother will never understand that it's the three of us together. That this is what I want, what we all want. That is beyond her, and she'll cause trouble just so she can feel comfortable about my life."

Austin shrugged. "So?"

"How can you be so blasé about this?"

"Because your mother is going to be here for two days. She can think what she likes, but after that, we'll take her to the train station, and she'll go home. And her opinions and views will go with her." Austin sometimes had this way of looking at the world that surprised him. Because he was the newest member of their relationship, Austin was sometimes a little insecure about his standing with him and Weaver, but then maybe things were changing for all of them. "It only matters what we think and what the three of us want." He kissed him. "And now I need to shower so I don't go to my runway walk class looking like a ragamuffin. I have somehow got to teach these people not to walk like truckers." He grinned slightly. "Actually, they're improving a great deal."

He zipped into the bathroom, and Randy wanted to follow him inside, but he kept to his task. Austin was right, and his mother coming for a couple of days was just a blip on their radar.

Austin cracked open the bathroom door, sticking his head out. "I got tickets for the show for all of us and your mother. And on Friday, we have the neighborhood get-together. So we'll be able to keep your mother pretty busy. Just stop worrying. There is nothing that your mother can do to hurt Weaver or myself." He came out, stark-naked, in all his warm-skin glory. "The only person she has the power to hurt is you, and only if you give her that power." He stroked Randy's cheek. "I love you, Randy. We don't say things like that all that often, but I do, and nothing your mother says or does will change that." Austin patted his cheek and then turned, his amazing ass drawing him toward the bathroom, until the door closed.

Randy knew that Austin was right; he usually was about this sort of thing. Still, he couldn't help worrying about what his mother had up her sleeve. He got the feeling that there was something more to this visit than her just coming to see him. His mother didn't leave Brooklyn all that often, and for her to decide to travel to the "wilds" of central Pennsylvania, there had to be a reason.

"Stop worrying." Austin said through the bathroom door. "And go out back and help Weaver. He's in the middle of a big project and could use the help." The water started a few seconds later, and once again, Randy was tempted to join him, but changed into jeans and went to the back yard, where Weaver was talking over the fence with their neighbor. She waved as he came out and then excused herself to go inside.

"I didn't mean to scare her off," Randy said softly.

"We were talking for a minute. She's a writer and is on a deadline, so she was taking a breather before returning to her article." Weaver grabbed the shovel he'd leaned against the fence.

"So what are we doing?"

"Well, the previous owners had the area for their son to play back here, and I've decided to turn it into a shade garden. But there are some drainage issues, so I got some large rocks, and we need to line this channel with them. Then we can fill the rest of the area with the new soil, level it out, and then plant."

Randy rolled his eyes. "You make it sound so easy."

"I already have the stuff in the back of the truck, and Austin helped me gather the rocks out of here. So do you want to line or spread?" Weaver asked.

"I don't suppose neither is an answer?" he asked with a smirk.

"No. We have a number of great things out here, but I want to make the yard even better, so we can spend time outside. This is the first house I've had with space like this, and I want it to be really nice."

"Okay. I'll spread the soil. That way you can place the rocks how you want them." Randy went to the back of the truck and began unloading the bags of topsoil, while Weaver set down the pea gravel and then arranged the larger rocks to keep everything in place. After an hour of hauling bags of dirt, his arms ached, but Randy finished with the topsoil, getting it spread.

"Looking good," Austin called as he strode their way, every inch the high-fashion model. He walked tall, almost gliding as he moved toward them.

Randy set down the last bag of dirt, grinning. "I'd say you were the one looking damned good."

"I thought I'd dress to impress. Let them see what they can look like and maybe teaching them to walk and present themselves will be easier." He carefully kissed both of them. "Don't get your dirty hands on me," he said before adding in a whisper, "You can both do that once I get home." Then he sauntered away and out to his car, leaving both Randy and Weaver completely hypnotized. Between the work and Austin, he had completely forgotten about his mother… for now.