by Ruby Keller
"That must've been horrible, Lance." Elijah kissed his cheek. "You don't have to blame yourself for turning him gay. It isn't possible to change someone's sexuality."
"I don't," he said. "Clayton told me that he liked men long before he met me, but he was afraid to come out to his family because they were so homophobic."
"It all makes so much sense now." I rubbed his back. "No wonder you haven't let yourself grieve properly. You haven't even been to his grave! It doesn't matter that his family doesn't want you near his grave. Clayton would've wanted you to and that's all that matters. Besides, banning his fiancé from a funeral is an outrageous and disgusting thing to do. I liked to throw punches back then and I wish I had known you. I would've gotten you in somehow. And yes, Elijah, your Daddy was a bad boy back in the day who didn’t think twice before getting into a fight, but that’s a story for another day."
"I just didn't want to disrespect his family's wishes." He shrugged as Elijah looked at me in awe. "They wouldn't want me near his grave."
"He decided to leave his family for you," I said. "They lost the right to call themselves his family when they chose their religion over their son. It didn’t have to be a choice but they turned it into one. Besides, you were going to be his family anyway. He was your fiancé after all."
"You're right." He smiled. "Maybe visiting his grave is exactly the thing I need. But I don't know if I can bear to see it after all these years."
"It's going to be hard, yes." Elijah rubbed his back and smiled. "But Oliver and I will be there with you if you need us."
"I'm glad I have you two." He looked at us as tears formed in his eyes. "Clayton would've been so proud to know I have such good men in my life."
Chapter 7: Elijah
I was glad I was wrong. Initially, it looked like my men weren’t getting along, but after coming home from work to find Oliver comforting Lance over Clayton’s death, I was sure things were fine. It was in Oliver’s nature to take care of everyone. It was sweet that he was being a Daddy with Lance, even if he wasn’t his boy. That’s how Daddies were, they were caring not just with their boys but with everyone.
Now that I thought about it, it had been silly of me to expect them to fall in love. They were both Daddies and it wasn’t in their nature to fall for another Daddy. It had been wishful thinking on my part to expect them to be anything other than good friends. Sure, it meant it would ruin my fantasy of us being a family together but Michael was right when he said you can’t force people to fall in love.
Now as Oliver drove us to Lance’s house in the city, I sat with my stuffed bear in my lap, looking out the window and fantasizing about my Daddies making out.
“What are you thinking, honey?” Oliver asked, placing a hand on my leg.
“Nothing, Daddy.” I blushed and looked at him.
“You look guilty right about now.” He grinned. “You’ve got to tell me.”
It was time to change the topic. “I was wondering if you’ve ever been to Daddy Lance’s house before?”
“I haven’t. I wanted to wait till you got out so we could visit together. He wanted to go early and clean up before we arrived, but your uncle John told me it’s practically a mansion, like the one Michael lives in but on steroids. There’s a swimming pool too, so I packed your swimming briefs.”
It was silly that I was in a relationship with Lance and yet I had never been to his house. But that was because I loved my home in the woods so much I spent all my time there.
“Oh, a mansion?” I looked out the window and realized we were in the posh part of the town. “Clayton must’ve been one lucky boy.”
“He sure was. John told me he had the biggest nursery he’d ever seen. I wish I could provide for you like that. I have the money but it would mean moving out of the woods.”
“Daddy, stop it.” I wrapped an arm around him and rested my head on his shoulder. “I already have what all I need, you and Daddy Lance.”
“Yes, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a nice big nursery where you could crawl without hitting a wall on every turn. It’s too small for any boy, let alone the best boy in the world.”
“The best boy in the world only needs his Daddies to make him happy. Besides, the bears wouldn’t be able to visit us in the city. I can’t bear to think of leaving them behind.”
“I see what you did there.” He laughed. “Very clever.”
“I wanted to thank you for what you did by the way.”
“For what, honey?”
“You found a way to help Daddy Lance.” I snuggled with my stuffie. “He’s going to feel much better soon, all thanks to you.”
It was comforting to know that no matter how big of a problem life threw at me, Daddy was going to take care of it.
“You don’t have to thank me, honey.” He stopped before a big mansion. “I would’ve done it even if you hadn’t brought it up. You care about his well-being, which means I do too.”
It was nice to hear Daddy talk about how he felt about Lance. Him saying it out loud showed that there was, in fact, nothing bad going on between them.
He got out of the car and walked over to my side to open the door. He put the backpack on and held his arms out. I climbed into them and wrapped my limbs around him, clinging onto him like a baby chimp to its mother. He carried me up to the porch, my mouth open in surprise at the size of the mansion.
He moved me closer so I could ring the doorbell. When the door opened moments later, Lance stepped out and kissed me on the lips.
"Welcome to my humble abode." He led us in. "Hope you didn't have trouble finding the place."
"Not at all," Oliver said, putting me down on the couch. "Everyone knows this part of the city."
"Yes, because it's where all the rich people live," I said as they sat on either side of me.
"Oh, it's all thanks to Clayton." Lance smiled. "I wanted to spoil my boy like every other Daddy, which meant I was taking bigger risks with my business and making bigger profits. I would've loved to give you a house tour but that would take an hour at the very least. You'll be visiting pretty often anyway, so you'll get to know it on your own."
"You don't even know which room's which, do you?" I chuckled.
He laughed. "Honestly, it's been terrible living here for the past few years. Living alone in a big house like this was a constant reminder of how lonely I was. I'm glad I live with you guys now."
"But since you've lived here for years, our house in the woods must feel too small," Oliver said. "I've been considering buying one big enough for the three of us. It would be nice to have a big nursery for our boy. What do you think?"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about me." He shook his head and stroked my hair. "Houses mean nothing to me. They don't matter if you don't have people you care about living in them."
He was looking at Oliver and it made me happy that he considered him someone he cared about. Oliver had said the same thing about Lance on our way there. Did my Daddies like each other without even realizing it? Maybe they needed a nudge to act on how they felt, or maybe it was all in my head.
Oliver stood up and walked around the large living room, looking at the beautiful paintings hanging on the walls. He had to raise his voice so we could hear him from that far. "Have you finished up cleaning or do you need some help?"
"I have, so let me show you the areas I use the most." Lance scooped me up in his arms and I clung onto him. While he carried me up to his bedroom, Oliver fished my binky out of the backpack and put it in my mouth. As we stepped into the room, I began sucking on it. There were framed photos of him growing up, graduating, and one with his parents. He looked just like his father, which made two of us since I looked exactly like my biological father, Peter.
"I've noticed something about the photos in your home," Oliver said, taking a closer look at the one where he was a laughing baby. "None of them show Clayton though he was such a big and important part of your life. Why is that?"
I had noticed it too. I wa
s expecting to see them everywhere.
"It's just too painful to see his face," he said slowly and sighed. "It still hurts too much."
"It's another sign that you haven't let yourself grieve properly." Oliver rubbed his back. "You should be able to remember him for who he was, for all the beautiful memories you made together. You can't just pretend like he never existed and hope to forget him. The dead live on in the hearts of those who loved them. You need to live on celebrating his life and the love you had together. To begin with, try putting up a couple of his photos. Looking at him is going to hurt in the beginning, but soon you'll remember him for the happy times you had together."
"You're right." He smiled. "I should be able to look at him for who he was, not for how he isn't with me anymore."
Daddy Oliver always knew just the right thing to say, to make everything all better.
He then carried me into the nursery next door and the binky fell out of my mouth in awe. Oliver caught it in time and put it back in the backpack. There were toys everywhere I looked, and shelves after shelves of books. A bed that looked like a crib on three sides was in the corner and a giant tent to play in on the other.
When he put me onto the floor, I got down on all fours and wiggled with excitement. "It's big enough for ten boys!"
Lance chuckled. "Michael and Clayton had the strength of ten boys when they played together. You should've seen it back in the day. Every time they had a playdate here, it looked like a battle scene, every inch on the floor covered with toys. I decided to never step in here after his death. His toys were here but there was no one to play with them. But life had other plans and you walked into my life. All this is yours now, sweetheart. This is your new nursery whenever you come over, so do with it as you please. I guess it was supposed to be a little surprise I'd been planning for you. So, surprise!"
I just looked up at him with big eyes, tears beginning to form as my lower lip wobbled. I wrapped my arms around his legs tightly and rubbed my cheek against his thigh.
They sat down on the floor on either side and hugged me, kissing me on the head one after the other.
"What's it, sweetheart?" Lance ran a hand through my hair. "Don't you like it?"
After spending my life being whipped and punished by my father for merely existing, I had come to believe what he always said about me, that I was so disgusting that I would never be loved. But my Daddies constantly kept proving my father wrong by showering me with all the love in the world.
"You're giving his things to me, Daddy?" I sniffled as they wiped my tears away. "I'm honored you consider me worthy enough to play with such a good boy's toys."
"Silly goose." He tapped my nose and scooped me up in his arms before standing up. "You're just as much of a good boy, and you stole my heart just like he did all those years ago. Do you want to see all your new cool clothes?"
He carried me to the opposite side of the wall and into the walk-in closet. There were dozens of colorful clothes in there, from jammies and onesies to costumes.
"I believe there's a bear customer somewhere over here." He went through some of the clothes before holding it out for Oliver to take.
"Oh, he'd look so cute in this." Oliver led us back into the nursery and Lance put me back onto the floor where I stood patiently.
I raised my arms and Lance pulled the shirt off me while Oliver pulled my jammies down.
"Oh, he isn't wearing anything underneath?" Lance said and I giggled.
"You've got to let the boys breathe a little fresh air every once in a while." I moved my crotch around wildly, helicoptering my dick. "And you know how Daddy is. He can never say no to his boy."
"I truly can't." Oliver chuckled and looked at Lance. "Especially when he asks for something with his big puppy dog eyes. You know the look I'm talking about. He has us wrapped around his little finger, I tell you."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I lowered my chin and looked at them with big eyes, giving them the puppy dog look. "My eyes are just naturally big and sparkling."
"Sure." Oliver rolled his eyes and sat on the floor.
When he put the costume under me, I stepped into it. Standing up, he pulled it up until I had to put my arms in the sleeves. Lance stepped behind me and covered my head with the bear-shaped hood.
"Aw, he looks adorable, doesn't he Lance?" Olive kissed my cheek and led me by the hand to the mirror.
"I'm going to be honest," Lance said, resting his hand on my shoulder. "I was afraid no one could pull it off other than Clayton, but I was wrong. We need to take a family photo and show it to Michael. He's seen Clayton try it on years ago."
Is that what we were? A family? I couldn't help but smile for what a great day it was turning out to be. They both had confessed mid-conversation that they cared about each other, and now Lance just called us a family. What else could a boy need other than a loving family? Toys, costumes and presents were fun, but nothing beats feeling the love of your Daddies.
Lance fished the phone out of his pocket and took a selfie of us as a family.
"We need to frame this as a reminder of your first time here," Lance said, showing it to us.
I had my arms around their neck and I looked so happy, unlike the photos of me growing up where I stood all alone because I wasn't allowed to have friends. Back then I knew that smiling would earn me extra whippings since my happiness enraged father.
Chapter 8: Elijah
Oliver chuckled when he caught me checking out boxes and boxes of toys in the distance. "You can go ahead and play with them if you want, honey. It's all yours now, after all."
I smiled and got onto the floor before crawling towards one of them. "Look, Daddy. I have so many cool figurines now. They can join my bear army and help fight Michael's evil wolf army."
They walked over, sat before me, and smiled, going through some of them and taking them out with me. My attention quickly turned to the other boxes. One of them had blocks in them and we began making a giant tower together. Once it got big enough, I crawled away and then charged towards it.
"Oh, no!" Lance dramatically put his hands on his cheeks in horror while Oliver chuckled. "A giant bear is attacking the city. Is there no one who can save us?"
When I crashed into it, I watched it crumble onto the floor all around us. So much time and effort in building it, but there was nothing more satisfying than destroying it in seconds. I giggled when one of them fell on Lance's head and he pretended to faint onto the floor.
"We need to rush him to the hospital, Daddy." I giggled again, crawling over to him and poking his face with a finger.
Lance suddenly opened his eyes and swiftly wrapped his arms around my waist, rolling over and pinning me to the ground. "I've caught the evil bear. Attack it with all you've got, fine citizens. Make him pay for all the lost lives and the damage he's done."
Oh, oh. I knew what that meant. They slowly moved their hands towards me with an evil smile as I braced myself with eyes closed. Fingers poked at my belly wildly before they full-on tickled me mercilessly. I tried to keep it in and pretend it wasn't affecting me, but soon I couldn't help but laugh out loud, tears of joy forming in my eyes.
"Stop, please," I begged, gasping for air as I tried to break free. But my Daddies were brutal and they continued their attack until I was laughing like a maniac. When they finally did stop, I took deep breaths to calm down and stop smiling through tears. Too bad I couldn't tickle them back. Their big muscled abs had their downside.
"That should teach the evil bear a lesson." Oliver smiled contently, standing up.
*Yeah, this city has two Daddies protecting it, so don't mess with it again." Lance walked over and put a hand around my waist, looking out the window with me. I was looking at the swimming pool in the backyard. It was just like the one Michael's house had, but bigger.
"Is it time to swim yet?" I said, resting my head on his shoulder.
"It's whatever time our boy wants it to be," Oliver said from behind.
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br /> Soon they were undressing me again until I was naked. Oliver pulled my tiny briefs out of the backpack and helped me wear it. When they returned in their swimming briefs, Oliver carried me into the huge backyard and got into the water with me.
"Ah, it's so relaxing," I said as Lance joined us with a pool toy.
"Look, Daddy." I almost squealed as I pointed at it. "It's an inflatable unicorn and it's so big."
Once it was full of air and in the water, I climbed onto it. "I'd love for you to join, but there simply isn't enough place for three of us."
They swam out on either side and looked up at me.
"Oh, we're fine out here in the freezing water, Rose," Lance said, holding onto the unicorn as if for dear life. "We might die before the rescuers arrive but it’ll be worth it as long as you’re comfortable up there."
Who was Rose? Then it hit me. We were playing characters from Titanic.
"I'll never let go, Jack," I whispered, prying his fingers open one at a time before pushing him in.
"Can we at least take turns on the raft, Rose?" Oliver said playfully.
"Yeah, I'd rather not," I said. "The water is freezing."
"I say we throw her in the water and save ourselves," Oliver said with a laugh, grabbing a hand and pulling me into the water with him as I squealed.
When Oliver climbed onto it himself, I crossed my arms and pouted. "That is definitely not how that movie ended."
"Oh, look at that heart-melting pout." Oliver held a hand out. "There's enough room for everyone. Get on board."
I climbed up and then Lance did the same. There was barely any room for any of us to move but we were all together and that's all that mattered. As usual, I was in the middle, the lucky boy sandwiched between his hot Daddies' bare muscular bodies. It was times like these that I wondered how I had gotten so lucky.
Lance wrapped his arms around my waist and we began swimming around the pool by moving our legs.
"It's so great here, isn't it?" Lance said.
"Yes, Daddy."
It wasn't because of the big house, but because of the men I was with.
