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Then Brian was spun about, butt hitting the wood floor,
and Paul's mouth sucked his cock, hard and fast and before
Brian could think about it, or worry about it, he was coming
into Paul's throat.
Like they'd been hit by lightening, thought Brian dazedly,
gazing around at the bodies strewn over and beside the
leather sofa. He reached out and folded his fingers around
Scott's hand. His friend's head turned, golden eyes happy and
peaceful.
"Hey, there, sugar," said Scott, his voice still hoarse from
the screaming.
* * * *
Later, Brian stood in the bathroom frowning in the mirror
at Paul who stood behind him, wiping the last bit of shaving
cream from behind his ears. "You shouldn't have let me come
in your mouth," said Brian.
Paul's eyes flicked up and met Brian's in the mirror. "I
know it."
Brian's frown deepened.
"Hey," said Paul. He pointed a big thumb at his own chest.
"Human being here. Are you the only one who can make a
mistake?"
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Brian's eyes popped to big, cartoon eyes. "Oh," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just..."
Paul sighed,"No. No, I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms
around Brian's torso, burying his face in Brian's curls. "You
tasted so good," he said miserably. "I wish..."
"Me, too," said Brian. "I think about it, Daddy. I wish, too.
But Jim and Scott aren't..."
Paul's brows furrowed. "Maybe that has changed."
"Scott told me," said Brian. "He's not the monogamous
type."
"That was before Jim," said Paul. "I think we should call
another meeting."
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Chapter Nine
It was adorable, really, how much his Daddy was all about
rules and expectations. Paul loved to call a meeting. Brian
and Scott were in the kitchen, crushing tin cans for the
recycling barrel, though. And they settled it all ahead of time.
"You want to keep playing these days?" Brian asked
casually, fitting a can into the squasher.
"Playing?"
Well, right, Scott played lots of things. Soccer, tennis ...
"You know what I mean," said Brian.
Scott grinned, a big dimple flashing in one tanned cheek.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Goldilocks." He set the
contraption on the floor and stomped on it with one foot. It
made a satisfying sound of crunching metal. "Nope. Guess
not," said Scott. The dimple flashed again as the smile turned
to one of chagrin. "Never thought I could get enough, you
know? But..."
"Jim's sweet."
"So are you, sugar," said Scott. "So's that scary top you
drag around behind you."
"If we all get tested, we can go bareback," said Brian. He
worked the squished can out and tossed it into the blue bin.
"Okay," said Scott.
So actually, the meeting in the living room with his big old
Momma and Poppa bears sitting there looking so serious, was
really just a formality. To make their men feel like they had a
say in things. You know?
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They were all shaking hands within a few minutes, Jim
looking a little waylaid and Scott looking happy and pink.
Paul called the clinic and made them all appointments and
then all they had to do was wait.
Brian thought he might pop.
And, even better, the next day Scott pulled Brian back into
his party of two.
Brian wasn't even thinking about it. He'd grown semi-
reconciled to the idea that Scott and Jim were going to be
exclusive for awhile. The fact that they'd agreed to testing, to
the assumption that all four of them needed to be, reassured
him that sooner or later things would be back to normal. Or
whatever this was that passed for normal.
So Brian was just standing in the kitchen, watering one of
the few plants that you couldn't smoke or ingest, when Scott
came tooling in wearing a soccer club uniform and tossing the
ball back and forth between his hands.
"Game was cancelled," he said. "Wanna kick it around with
me?"
"Sure."
They ran in a wide circle around each other, kicking the
black and white ball back and forth between them. Brian tried
a fancy little kick and, of course, the ball went too high,
looped sideways, and bounced up onto the garage roof.
They stood side by side, looking up at where it had landed.
"We've got a ladder?" suggested Scott.
"Nu uh," Brian shook his head. "We'll wait for Paul to get
home." He felt Scott's hand on his shoulder, travelling
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downward. Sweaty and hot and five strong fingers squeezed
one ass cheek. His eyes slid sideways to meet Scott's.
"Mmm," Scott gave Brian's ass another squeeze. "Could
handle this for a while instead."
"You sure?" Brian was conscious of himself wiggling his ass
into those fingers.
"Sure I'm sure," said Scott, dragging Brian by the t-shirt,
and whatever else he could get hold of, toward the house.
Brian's cock was hilt deep in Scott's ass when Jim
appeared in the doorway.
"Oh." Brian looked up at his Momma Bear, not knowing
what to expect. But Jim's eyes were warm brown and shining.
"Prettiest thing I've seen in weeks," said Jim, peeling his
shirt off as he crossed the room.
Everybody scooched down so Jim could position himself at
Scott's head, feeding that fat cock slowly between Scott's
eager lips while Brian held Scott's hips and schooled himself
to stillness until his friend adapted.
Jim started making little crooning noises, his fingers
playing over Scott's scalp, breathing through his mouth as he
watched his lover's lips stretched over his cock. He raised
glazed eyes to Brian and managed a sort of loopy grin.
Scott's ass was wiggling and pushing toward Brian, and he
chose to take that as a sign and allowed himself to start
rocking again, slowly in and out, his balls pushing against that
hard butt with every forward movement. The channel around
him clenched hard just as Jim groaned, and Brian's brains
went down that slippery slope and he grabbed Scott's hips
and shoved hard.
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Everybody growled and moaned and a general shudder
seemed to move through their three joined torsos.
Brian was just sliding his hands around Scott's sweat slick
belly to find his cock, when he heard a low growl and felt the
bounce of the mattress under his knees as a weight of some
sort landed there.
A hand on his thigh. A deep chuckle. Paul worked his way
closer to Brian. A mouth on his back, down his spine. Brian
shivered and jerked hard into Scott as Paul's mouth found his
crease and his tongue started a pointed trail downward.
Jim moaned again, lashes flickering as he watched. The
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