Asher scrunched up his brow. “I don’t know about that…”
Rory chuckled as he popped the DVD in the player. “I promise to keep my mouth shut,” he said. “Most of the time, at least.”
“It’s a musical,” I added. “If he starts to talk too much, we just have to get him singing along instead.”
Asher took another sip from his tea, then nodded. “No, that sounds nice. I’d like it if you told me about the movie.” He pulled himself up a little more on the pillows, then scooched to the middle of the bed. “I think I could use a distraction.”
I nodded to Rory, and we both climbed into bed on either side of Asher. It felt like a treat to crawl under the covers so early and to give some of the evening away to the movie. But as I pulled the blanket up, and as Asher rubbed his foot against my own, I knew the real pleasure in just being together with him and Rory. For once, we weren’t trying to build up walls or place boundaries on what we were doing. I wasn’t fretting about my responsibilities or making myself anxious over Asher’s age.
We were just three people who cared about each other, and that evening, I realized how truly right that felt.
“You know Romeo and Juliet, right?” Rory asked as he grabbed the remote and flicked on the movie.
Asher nodded. “I had to read it in high school.”
“This is an updated version,” he said. “Set in New York.”
“The love story is very tragic,” I added.
“It’s a gay movie?” Asher asked.
“In a way,” Rory answered. “Romeo doesn’t fall in love with another Romeo, but the men behind the musical both had same-sex relationships, and there are definitely some iconic gay moments.”
“Don’t worry,” I added, resting my hand on Asher’s leg. “There are as many switchblades as there are dance numbers.”
Asher smiled, the first sincere smile I’d seen since he had his breakdown. “I could probably handle a little bit of both,” he said.
Rory hit play, and the movie jumped to life on the screen. The lights flickered across the room as Asher curled up against Rory’s side, and I stretched my arm across the back of the bed and settled into the warmth. When we finished our tea, I passed the bowl of popcorn around, throwing handfuls in my mouth while Asher asked occasional questions about the movie, and about Rory’s job, and what our favorite films were. The more time passed, the more he seemed to melt across our bodies, tangling his legs with ours and flipping back and forth as he cuddled me, then Rory, then me again.
He’s our boy, I thought to myself as the musical entered its second act. The thought came clearly, like the clouds parted and the light started shining again. It wasn’t about the sex, amazing as that was, and it wasn’t about the work we did together. Asher had shaken things up in my life and brought me and Rory to a new stage in our love. But none of that made him ours.
He was ours in a way I didn’t know how to explain. Just like how he fit so snugly between our bodies, so perfectly soft and warm against our skin, Asher clicked into place, filling an emptiness I hadn’t realized was there. Twenty years ago, when I first met Rory, he had been a Daddy to me. We didn’t exactly use those words, but he trained me, and held me, and made me into the man I was. He lifted me up.
But I didn’t need a Daddy any longer, and Rory didn’t need me to be his boy. My business was a success, and Rory was happily tenured at work. We had grown and become men together. It was only right for a new chapter to begin.
As the movie flipped to the credits, Asher pulled himself up a little closer on Rory’s chest. I reached out, stroking the back of his head.
“How are you, sweetheart?” I asked. Even after being held by us, he still looked tender and raw.
“Are you hungry?” Rory asked.
Asher shook his head quickly, then yawned. “Just tired, I guess.”
He placed his hands on Rory’s shoulders, then pulled himself up, straddling Rory’s thigh. Asher gave me a dopey smile, then nuzzled his nose into Rory’s neck, purring softly. “Just tired,” he repeated. “Stay here?”
Rory nodded, and Asher pulled himself up a little further. He threw his leg across Rory’s hips, then thrust his ass back and pressed his cheek against Rory’s chest.
I bit down on my lip to stop a groan from coming out and watched them as Rory’s eyes flickered shut and Asher pawed at his shoulders. He was riding the bulge of Rory’s cock, but slowly, almost like he was lost in a dream.
“Let me,” Rory said as he grabbed the bottom of Asher’s thermal, then pulled it over his head. Asher nodded into Rory’s beard as he unbuttoned his jeans, then kicked them off.
My cock hardened as I drank in Asher’s body. He was wearing a plain pair of Fruit of the Loom briefs that clung tightly to his backside, the cotton stretched thin over his cheeks as he ground down on Rory and nuzzled his nose into Rory’s beard. Asher’s cock stretched the front of the briefs when he leaned back, then rode his ass hard and slow over the rod in Rory’s trousers again.
It was soft and desperate at the same time. The night slowed almost to a stop. Every breath between the three of us was shared. Asher looked to me while he bit his bottom lip. “Come,” he said, extending his hand. “Come here.”
I pulled myself close, pressing my body against Rory’s, and Asher climbed onto my lap. He fished my cock out, pushing my pants down only enough to grip it in his hand, then rub it along his hole. At the same time, he buried his face at my neck, kissing at the sensitive skin beneath my jaw and huffing in every breath. My cock hardened in his hand, and I finally let out a needy groan when he rubbed my tip against the back of his cotton briefs and pressed my shaft between his cheeks.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “So good.”
Rory freed his dick, stroking himself beside us, then reaching out to palm my balls. I groaned when I felt both of their hands together, pleasing me and teasing me.
“Rory, Sir,” Asher gasped, precum wetting the front of his briefs. “Can I ride Franklin?”
Rory fisted his dick, purple with veins. “You were a good boy to tell us what’s going on,” he said. “You can have your reward.”
I groaned again, the pleasure of Rory giving us both permission feeling just right. Asher placed his hands on my shoulders and met my eyes as Rory handed him a condom and lube. He kept stroking me as he rolled the condom on, then rubbed the lube along his hole with two fingers.
Something rose up inside of me, a desire to throw him down and ride him hard, but I knew that was for another day. Asher was delicate this evening, and it was his first night in our bed. Tonight, we would make sure Asher was held and in control of his own fate.
We would build him up and put him back together, piece by beautiful piece.
Asher tugged down his briefs a little, and his pink cock slapped against his skin. “Like this?” he said softly, pushing his hole down against my tip. My muscles seized at my hips, and my cock pulsed with desire to feel the inside of him and stretch him wide. “Is this good?”
“Just like that, Asher,” I said, taking his hips in my hands and steadying him. “Just like that.”
He nodded, still biting down on his lip as he started to ride me harder. I’d tried topping a few times when I first got with Rory, just to explore, but hadn’t penetrated him for well over a decade. As Asher’s entrance stretched to take me, pleasure shivered down my cock, sending warm waves across my body. He arched his back, whimpering my name, then thrust down, sinking a few inches more.