by Alie Nolan
I watched them kiss for a moment, my cock aching while watching the glorious scene laid out in front of me.
I picked up the bottle of lube, and smeared some over my erection, and Elliott’s. As I swiped a little more lube across Caleb’s entrance, his hole clenched at the sudden coolness.
I watched Elliott’s face as I tentatively took his cock in my hand, giving it a few strokes before lining it up with Caleb’s hole.
They both moaned as I slid Elliott’s cock inside Caleb.
Elliott held Caleb, his arms wrapped tightly around Caleb’s chest, as he thrust his hips off the mattress, sinking deeper inside.
I wrapped my fist around Caleb’s cock and slowly began to pump my hand as he canted his hips.
“Stretch him some more,” Elliott panted.
Caleb whined in protest when I released his cock, but quickly quieted when my finger slid into him, alongside Elliott’s cock.
Caleb and Elliott both stilled as my finger became two, and I started working them slowly in and out. It was so tight, and my cock jumped with excitement.
I pushed in a third digit, because I wanted to make extra sure that Caleb was actually going to be able to take both our cocks.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Too much?” I questioned.
“No, no. Please, don’t stop,” he pleaded.
I withdrew my fingers and lined the head of my erection up with his entrance, slowly sliding my lubed cock along the base of Elliott’s, where it was buried almost to the hilt.
I moved as slowly as I possibly could as I nudged my erection against his already filled hole and pushed into the tight muscles.
His hole tightened, and he drew in a ragged breath.
“Breathe,” Elliott whispered to Caleb. “Relax for us.”
His words helped calm Caleb, and his muscles loosened, allowing me to slide my cock in on top of Elliott’s.
Holy shit.
I’d never experienced anything as perfect as the sensation of having my cock wrapped in a vice-like grip, rubbing against another hard cock.
I gingerly pulled back, before pushing back in. When I didn’t see anything but pleasure on either of my men’s faces, I started to pick up the pace.
Caleb and Elliott lay still as I pumped my hips.
Elliott moaned, clearly loving the feeling of my cock rubbing against his as much as I was, and Caleb cried out and squeezed his eyes shut.
I wasn’t going to last long, but I never wanted this to end.
Elliott released one of his arms from Caleb’s chest, and ran his hand done the toned, muscles of Caleb’s abs. He teased Caleb’s cock with gentle caresses—his cock hadn’t softened in the slightest and was now leaking pre-cum onto the trail of dark hair on his stomach.
Caleb writhed on top of Elliott as I continued to move my hips, until Elliott wrapped his fingers around Caleb’s length and began working it in time with my thrusts.
“Fuck,” Caleb whined. “I’m coming.”
Elliott’s hand picked up its pace, stroking Caleb through his orgasm, as ropes of white cum splashed across Caleb’s stomach and chest.
I couldn’t stave off my orgasm any longer.
I was hit by a tidal wave of pleasure, as all the air was stolen from my lungs, and every muscle in my body tensed.
My vision blurred as my orgasm rolled through me, then I heard Elliott groan, and his cock pulsed under mine as we both filled Caleb with cum.
“Fucking hell,” Elliott gasped.
“Holy shit,” I panted as I flopped down onto Caleb, trying my best not to flatten Elliott even more than he already was, but my limbs felt like jelly and I couldn’t hold myself up.
Caleb didn’t say anything, but as I glanced up, the sated smile on his face was proof enough that he’d enjoyed it as much as we had.
I closed my eyes as my cock slipped free of Caleb’s body, and relaxed my head onto Caleb’s chest, not caring that I was squishing his cum between us. One of them—I wasn’t sure which—ran a hand through my hair, and I heard the two of them kiss.
The moment was utterly perfect.
“We wanted to ask you something,” Caleb said, almost hesitantly, turning onto his side to face me.
We were lying in bed, Caleb between Elliott and me, after we’d got cleaned up.
“Okay…”
“Would you move in with us?” He swept my hair away from my forehead, and a ran his thumb down my cheek and across my jaw. “I mean, not here, but somewhere closer to Wiltonham. If we were to buy a house together, the three of us?”
I didn’t think I could have said yes faster if I’d tried.
“Y-yes,” I rushed out.
“That was a fast decision,” Elliott laughed. “Don’t you want to take some time to think about it?”
“No time needed,” I assured him with a wide smile, so excited at the prospect of moving in with them that it felt like my insides were vibrating. If I wasn’t so worn out from my orgasm, I would have been jumping up and down on the bed.
“I love you both, so much,” I murmured as I snuggled up to Caleb, and wrapped an arm around his middle. Elliott’s large arm wrapped around Caleb and came to rest on my arm, where he traced patterns into the skin as my eyes fluttered closed.
As I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in their arms, I heard Caleb whisper, “We love you too,” before pressing his lips to my forehead.
I had never felt more loved in my entire life.
I’d known when I was sixteen that Caleb was my soulmate, and it turned out I just had to wait a little while to find my way back to him. To both of them.
EPILOGUE
Elliott
Three Months Later
Dill barked as the front door opened, and I saw a beige blur scurry out of the kitchen towards the noise.
Armadillo—Dill for short—was our dog. Since Matty loved them, and we didn’t think it was sensible to get a pet armadillo, we’d named our dog Armadillo instead.
He was one of the puppies Matty had gone to check on the first time he’d taken us to the shelter. Caleb and I had started going with him more often, and we’d bought our house around the same time the puppies had been available to adopt… so it only made sense that we added one to our family.
Caleb smiled at me, and we turned to face the kitchen door, waiting for Matty to walk in.
As Matty entered the kitchen, he immediately looked suspicious. “What’s going on?”
Caleb and I weren’t exactly doing our best at acting nonchalant, and it was obvious that we were both hiding something behind our backs.
Matty raised an eyebrow as he approached us, where we were standing in front of the central island, facing the door.
“You’re being weird.” A concerned crinkle formed between Matty’s brows.
“Matty,” Caleb started softly.
He tried to peek behind us, to see what we were holding, but we both angled away so we couldn’t.
We’d spoken for weeks about how to do this, but nothing ever felt right. Until Caleb suggested we stop overthinking and do something simple and sweet—exactly how he’d done it for me ten years earlier.
“I once told you that you were the brightest part of my life, and that I would spend the rest of my life being grateful I got to love you,” Caleb said to Matty. “That still holds true. You are one of the two…” He looked at me, and then back at Matty. “…brightest parts of my life. And I am grateful every single day that I get to love you both.”
“I knew Caleb was my soulmate almost as soon as I met him,” I told Matty. “But I didn’t realise I’d only found one of my two soulmates. Each of you have half of my heart, and I couldn’t imagine it not being the three of us, forever. I love you both so much.”
Caleb and I both lowered ourselves to one knee in front of Matty as we presented him with the cupcakes we’d been hiding behind our backs.
Mine said Marry, and Caleb’s said us?
Matty’s mouth fell open and his hands cam
e up to cover it as he stared down at the cupcakes.
“Oh my God,” Matty spluttered, tears escaping his eyes. He crouched down in front of us, so he wasn’t towering over us. “Of course, I will, yes,” he exclaimed, and wrapped his arms around both of us—trying his best not to destroy the cupcakes as he did.
When he pulled back, Caleb cupped the side of Matty’s face, and pulled him in for a kiss. Once Caleb released him, I did the same.
I carefully handed my cupcake to Caleb and reached into my pocket.
Matty choked back a sob as I slid the white gold band onto his ring finger.
“We love you,” I told Matty. “And we want to spend the rest of our lives with you.”
They were everything to me.
Equal parts of my heart.
Perfect for me in every way, and perfect for each other in every way too.
“I want to get a tattoo,” Matty said excitedly. “On my finger, under my ring, like you guys have. Mitchell owns a tattoo shop near here, right?”
“Yeah, he does,” Caleb replied, pulling Matty into his arms and kissing him. “But don’t you want to wait until we actually get married, before getting a tattoo?”
Matty shook his head adamantly. “Nope, no more waiting.”
I sat in the chair, as Mitchell dipped the needle of his tattoo machine into a tiny pot of black ink, before bringing the needle to my skin.
Carefully, he dragged the needle, drawing a small M next to the C on my ring finger. Etching something into my skin that I would have with me until the day I died.
It would be a constant reminder of how lucky I was to be able to add Matty to my life.
Tattoos were so much better than rings. They were permanent, just like my commitment to both of my men.
Once Mitchell was done, and had cleaned up my skin, he got out a new needle and ink, and turned to my men.
“Who’s next?” he asked them.
Caleb opened his mouth to speak, but Matty beat him to it. “Me,” he beamed.
I got out of the chair, unable to take my eyes away from my ring finger as I did, and Matty took my place.
The second the needle pierced Matty’s skin, his face contorted, and he squeezed his eyes shut in pain.
“Ow! Fucking hell, why does something so small hurt so bad? Oh, my fucking God,” Matty whined. “How on earth do you two have so many, if this is what it feels like?” His question was directed at Caleb and Mitchell, who were both covered in tattoos. “This feels terrible. I’m never doing this again.”
Caleb and Mitchell both laughed.
“Done,” Mitchell announced, as he wiped the excess ink from Matty’s finger.
Matty’s face softened when he looked down at the letters on his skin.
“They’re amazing,” he beamed. “Thank you.”
Matty got up, and Caleb kissed him and said, “That reaction is why you put up with the pain,” before switching places with him, and sitting in the chair.
I watched Caleb go through the same routine, and then looked over to see Matty staring at his hand, smiling adorably as he examined the tattoos.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and tugged him against me.
“I love you,” I pressed a kiss to his temple.
He looked up at me and smiled. “I love you too.”
The End
CALEB & ELLIOTT’S ORIGIN STORY
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Home Sweet Home
When Elliott finds a young man eating scraps out of the bins in the alley behind his bakery, he knows he has to do something to help him. With Valentine's Day coming up and a spare bedroom in his flat, he offers the man a place to stay in exchange for help in the bakery. Elliott knows he shouldn't develop feelings for him, but as their friendship blossoms, it becomes more and more difficult to resist.
After spending several months living on the streets, Caleb doesn't expect his luck to change, until a kind stranger offers him the help he needs to get back on his feet. Falling for the wrong person has come between Caleb and an ideal living situation before, and he plans on doing everything he can not to let that happen again.
Home Sweet Home is an 11K word MM romance, and is a prequel to the first Little Hollow novel.
This short is part of the Little Hollow series, but can be read as a standalone.
LETTER FROM ALIE
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ABOUT ALIE NOLAN
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Alie lives in the UK with her husband and dog, neither of whom share her love of reading. She drinks an absurd amount of decaf coffee, is a huge fan of the New Orleans Saints, adores aquatic animals, exists with a book/kindle in her hand, and is actively trying to get her husband on board with the idea of pet piranhas.
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ALSO BY ALIE NOLAN
Portland Piranhas
His Favorite Player
Being Enough
Little Hollow
Home Sweet Home
Waiting for Them
Standalones
Until After Christmas
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
My favourite people, Heck and Charlie, thank you for making me smile every day, for pushing and inspiring me to keep writing, and for listening to me complain endlessly about how I should never have tried to write a book on such a tight deadline. I love you both.
Table of Contents
Waiting for Them
Copyright
Logan Family
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Epilogue
Caleb & Elliott’s Origin Story
Letter From Alie
About Alie Nolan
Also by Alie Nolan
AcknowledgEments
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