He gives me my underwear. “Come on. Let’s go find our boyfriend.”
Casey is in the small room, sitting in the centre of the bed with his headphones on. He’s tapping his thigh, so he is probably listening to music. He looks up when we enter and takes his headphones off. We climb into bed on either side of him and snuggle him. Casey puts his arms around us.
“It was amazing,” I whisper.
He kisses my hair. “I’m glad.”
“Auggie took good care of me.”
“Did you doubt I would?” Auggie asks.
“No.” I kiss Casey softly. “I want to make you feel special now. I want to make you feel loved.”
He widens his eyes. “H-how?”
“By holding you. Touching you. Kissing you. All the things you like. Shuffle down.”
Casey moves down the bed, allowing me to sit behind him so I can massage his shoulders. Auggie cups Casey’s jaw and kisses him.
“So many butterflies,” Casey whispers between kisses.
He puts a hand on my knee and wraps his other arm around Auggie’s back.
“We’ll always seek you out. Always.” Auggie says.
“We love you. We need you,” I say.
“Yeah, I’m getting that. Thank you.”
I knead his shoulders harder. “Does it feel good?”
“Uh-huh.” He moans.
I kiss his nape.
“Would you tell me about it?” he asks.
“You want to know?”
“Yes.”
I tell him everything. Well, almost everything. I focus on the way Auggie made me feel rather than the mechanics of our lovemaking. Casey smiles throughout, occasionally whimpering or sighing when I hit a sensitive spot as I massage him. When I’m done, the three of us cuddle up. I lose track of who is stroking which part of me. All that matters is that I’m connected to my boyfriends and that we’re communicating our love through touch and tender kisses.
“It’s been a perfect evening,” I say.
“Perfect,” Casey and Auggie say in unison.
“Fuck, I love you both.”
“Love you too.”
I burst out laughing as they speak together again. “That’s going to get creepy.”
“Why? The twins do it,” Casey says.
“The twins?” Auggie asks.
“My siblings are twins. Hazel and Ash. You’ll meet them tomorrow.”
