Her vigilance gives me leave to sink into the hot pleasure of his mouth.The familiar grip of his hands, the delicious suction of his lips, and the slippery swirl of his tongue are my undoing.
My insides clench.My fingers tighten on Dove’s, and my hips thrust, chasing, reaching…
“Coming!Fuck, Wolf!I’m fucking coming!”I explode in his mouth, roaring, shaking, and jerking uncontrollably.
Black spots blotch my vision as my cock kicks, spurting and knocking against his throat.
He swallows it all and sits back, grinning like a gorgeous fiend.
“You cured me.”He falls to the mattress beside us.“Medicine never tasted so good.”
“That’s not how it works.”I nudge him with a boneless leg.“You don’t need a cure, pup.”
“You’re right.”He kisses my hip and crawls to his spot behind Dove.“I just needed the throat goat and the belle of the balls.”
“I’m afraid to ask who is whom.”She snuggles into my arms, pressing a drowsy smile against my chest.
“Labels are flexible.I appreciate you both equally for your specialized talents.”He tucks in closer behind her, his hand reaching across her to rest on my hip.“I’m inclusive like that.”
My chest loosens, the air finally moving all the way in and out of my lungs without catching.This is the space I didn’t know how to name.The shape I spent my entire life trying and failing to survive without.
I needed this.Them.Not as an idea.Not as a fantasy.As this.Affection and acceptance and shared breath.They’re proof that the world can hold more than vigilance and duty.
“I love you,” I say quietly, because anything louder would fracture the moment.I touch my mouth to Dove’s hair, my hand settling on Wolf’s neck.“Both of you.”
They remain still, listening as I break open.
“I spent my whole life clenching and bracing.”The words drag from places I don’t usually expose.“Waiting.Guarding.Holding the line.But with you, I don’t have to do that.You don’t just stand with me.You fill the emptiness.I carried this void, andfuck, it ached so badly.But not anymore.You complete my life.Not by fixing it.By sharing it.God, it’s just… I can finally breathe now.”
“I get it.Not the same way.But close enough.”Wolf shifts, twining his legs around ours.“I thought I had to choose sides.Women or men.Straight or gay.But those choices don’t fit me.Being with you two… That fits.You both helped me realize there were never walls to begin with.”
Dove presses her forehead to my chest, her arm snaking around my waist.
“Before you,” Wolf says, “my life didn’t feel like mine.My body, my fear, my future, even my desire felt dangerous.”He swallows.“When I started wanting without panic, wanting freely, wanting both of you, it felt… Right.Fated.And the best part?Loving you didn’t fracture me.It put me together.”
I relish the relief in his voice.The wonder.The quiet joy of not having to justify himself to anyone in the room.He doesn’t frame his bi-awakening as a revelation so much as a homecoming.His desire no longer feels fenced in or scary.It’s simply his.
“This, being here, being seen, there’s no judgment.”He looks at me, then Dove.“No rules about who I’m allowed to be.My sexuality isn’t caged.It’s free and mine, and I get to share it with you.”
I take that in, the steadiness of it, the courage it took him to get here.Pride lifts my chest.But more than that, I’m filled with reverence.
“I’m so happy for you.”Dove rolls to her back between us, meeting each of our gazes in turn.“For both of you.Watching you find yourselves like this, without fear or apology, it’s everything I ever wanted for you.”A small smile curves her mouth.“I get to love you both exactly as you are.That makes me feel so fucking lucky.”
“I love you, too.”I draw them closer, my hand firm at Wolf’s nape, anchoring us all in the quiet that follows.
This honesty is the thing I didn’t know I was allowed to want.Hearing them say it, I know it’s real.Three breaths syncing without effort.Three lives aligned, not by force or necessity, but by choice.
We’re here.We’re enough.For the first time I can remember, nothing inside me is on guard.
And that’s how we fall asleep.In a tangle of limbs and a growing trust that holds.
My roller skates hum against polished concrete as I carve lazy loops around Luke’s hypercars.
This space is big enough to swallow Monty’s garage with room left over for echoes.Everything gleams with glass, steel, and chrome, orderly to the point of obsession.
I drift past a wall of tools, snag what I need without stopping, and coast back to the red lady that owns my attention.
Luke’s 1956 Porsche Speedster sits where he parked it when he moved his collection here years ago.I’m obsessed with this car for the same reason I’m obsessed with anything vintage and mechanical.It tells me the truth when I listen.It rewards precision, punishes carelessness, andmy God, the rumble, the electricity, the sexy power.
