by J. M. Dabney
He wanted the stretch and burn, wanted to feel Scary the next fucking day. It should feel weird, but it was just right. He curved his hands around Scary’s stubbly head loving the rasp of it under his palms. He lifted his head and caught sight of Elijah leaned back against the wall beside the door.
Scary released his cock with a wet pop.
“On the bed, hands and knees.”
He almost hesitated, momentarily worried about how Elijah felt. Elijah’s heavy-lidded eyes and the visible bulge of his hard dick eased his apprehension. He noticed Elijah started removing his clothes as Tank turned to crawl onto the bed. Tank glanced over his shoulder and found Scary and Elijah naked, kissing roughly. Their hands moved over each other in desperation.
His cock jerked between his thighs at the picture they made. They broke the kiss and Scary moved to the foot of the bed while Elijah strode to the nightstand. Scary’s huge hands squeezed his ass and pulled the cheeks apart, Scary’s warm breath fanned over his hole. He grunted as Scary pressed his tongue against the wrinkled skin, sucking and stabbing until he pushed inside. Tank groaned as he dropped his forehead to the covers and clenched them in his fists.
Scary fucked him, pressing his face deep between his cheeks. Tank rolled his hips trying to get closer. Elijah’s slender fingers combed through Tank’s hair and Tank lifted his head. Elijah’s soft lips conformed to his.
“Elijah wants to watch me fuck your tight ass,” Scary rumbled against his back as he kissed up the indent of his spine, “See his men get off for him. Do you want that,” Scary asked as he pulled at Tank’s left cheek and Scary’s dick rubbed over his hole.
Even if Tank could speak he wouldn’t have been able to Scary shaft rode the cleft of his ass. He opened his mouth to moan and Elijah’s tongue speared inside. Scary sucked at the back of his neck as the hair on Scary’s chest scraped his back. It was like sensory overload, he couldn’t focus on either.
His body shook as the broad head of Scary’s cock nudged at his opening. He shoved his hips backward as he felt the burn as Scary stretched him. Tank grabbed Elijah’s hands as Scary popped inside.
“Fuck, don’t—” Scary froze behind him.
He knew there was nothing between them. Scary was sliding into him raw and bare. Tank broke the kiss as he clenched his teeth. He grunted in protest when Scary pulled out pushing back to get Scary back inside. His patience was growing thin. Tank wanted to be fucked hard and rough, wanted to feel Scary filling him with cum.
“Condom,” Scary’s voice tight as he asked.
Elijah shifted on the bed and Tank realized Elijah was handing Scary a condom and lube.
“I’ll take your tight ass bare soon, but not tonight.”
Tank nodded his head, reached back to wrap his hand around Scary’s right thigh as the cool lube trickled over his hole.
“Elijah on your back, Tank, suck our boy’s cock while I fuck this pretty hole.” Scary’s thumb spread the slick and pushed inside, shallowly fucking Tank’s ass.
Tank rode the thick digit as he watched Elijah lie down on his back. Elijah wrapped his hand around his slender cock with flushed tip. Tank swallowed the hole length and choked as Scary shoved inside with one powerful thrust. He hadn’t even realized Scary had replaced his thumb with his cock.
Sweaty skin slapped together as Scary’s hips slammed against his ass. Tank desperately sucked Elijah’s cock as Elijah moaned and shook beneath him. Tank looked up from under his lashes to find Elijah watching Scary fucking Tank. Elijah plucked at his beaded nipples, his pinked skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Their man planted his feet on the mattress fucking into Tank’s mouth. Elijah’s thick, pubic curls tickled his nose as his throat convulsed around the head.
Elijah’s whimpers joined Scary and Tank’s grunts as Scary plowed Tank’s in brutal jabs. The barbells along the underside of Scary’s cock torturing his prostate. Elijah tapped his shoulder and Tank released his cock. Elijah scooted beneath him. A condom was quickly smoothed down his cock and Elijah positioned Tank to his hole.
“You two—s’good, sexy,” Elijah could barely speak with his labored breaths. “Fuck me,” Elijah ordered.
Scary’s next thrust forced him passed the slight resistance of Elijah’s body. Tank threw his head back as he yelled. The bulk of Scary’s body pushed him down on top of Elijah. Scary’s momentum causing Tank’s cock to fuck Elijah’s ass. Tank suspended between the burning pleasure of Scary’s possession and the tight, clench of Elijah squeezing him in a vice.
Tank tried to keep his weight off Elijah by bracing his elbows on either side of his head. His balls drew up right, his muscles clenched and he hung suspended between his men. Scary’s growls vibrated against his throat. Elijah rolled his hips rubbing his cock between their bellies.
“Come on my cock. Show me how much you fucking,” Scary’s piston hard snaps of his hips sped up, “Love me inside you. You’ve always wanted my cock, tell me yes,” Scary ordered.
Tank quickly nodded his head. His hair stuck to his sweaty face.
“Dreamed of this?”
Tank nodded again. He had before he’d pushed aside the stupid wants and after Scary kissed him. Tank clenched his fists in Elijah’s hair as he held his mouth to Elijah’s as Elijah tried to hold both him and Scary. Elijah’s screamed as the smaller man came between them. Heat spread between their bodies. At the brutal clenching of Elijah’s body he couldn’t hold off he groaned long and loud as his dick pulsed in agonizing pleasure.
“Both so fucking sexy, mine, both…of…you,” Scary’s thrusts faltered as he pushed once more until he caused Tank’s body to bow and sink deeper into Elijah. The trembling body beneath him and the shaking one on top too much and his cock jerked in time with Scary and Elijah’s until they collapsed exhausted to their sides causing him and Scary to slip free. All three of them groaned at the loss.
The kisses were lazy and slow, hands stroked tenderly as he weakly signed I love you to both of them. He closed his eyes as he tried to control himself. So many years he’d waited for someone, now that he had it times two he didn’t know how to handle it. It was too much.
# # #
It was after midnight and they curled up on either side of Elijah. They hadn’t spoken afterward. Each seemed lost in their thoughts. Elijah rubbed his and Scary’s hips. He was the first to break the silence.
“I love you both, but, Tank, if you pull this again I won’t be responsible for what I do. None of what happened with Ian is your fault. The man was insane.”
Tank signed I’m sorry.
“No, nothing to be sorry for. This is everything I want. You and Scary, raising Juvie and being a family. I won’t settle for anything less.”
“Elijah is right. This is our chance—our redemption. Let us have one good fucking thing. Us with Elijah, raising our daughter as weird as that sounds.”
Elijah smacked Scary’s hip as Scary chuckled.
“Now where are we going to live,” Elijah asked.
“This is a little far out for Juvie to catch the bus. Your place is okay, Elijah, but I’ve got the rooms. You need an office, we have our room and then there’s an extra room for Juvie.”
“We can keep it for getaways when we need alone time.”
Tank liked the sound of that and nodded. He’d built this place secretly thinking one day he’d have someone of his own. Now he had two and a daughter, Juvie liked it out here. Scary’s was even closer to Brawlers.
“So we’re in agreement,” Elijah asked.
Scary and he nodded. Elijah turned on his side with his back to Tank as Scary scooted closer to wrap his arm around them. He closed his eyes at the contentment he felt. Tank kept them away for too long. As great as the sex was this was the part he loved. The freedom to touch and hold his two men. He wouldn’t take this for granted again. As Scary said this was their redemption. They finally had the family they’d always wanted. He glanced at Scary and the man leaned forward to brush their mouths together. Scary pulled back
and Tank signed I love you.
“Don’t you fucking forget it.”
Tank smiled as he let his eyes close and couldn’t wait to begin his life without the specters of the past suffocating him.
EPILOGUE: ADOPTION DAY
A month later…
It was finally official, Scary leaned back on one the loungers in the backyard that was filled with both Twirled and Brawlers crews. Throw in the Trenton's and this was a freak fest for their daughter’s first official afternoon as a member of the family. He didn’t think Juvie believed it until today when the judge signed the adoption papers.
They’d all held their breaths. A so-called single man and gay as well they’d tried to be optimistic, but pessimism bled into their minds. Juvie hadn’t moved from one of their sides all afternoon as if she didn’t believe it yet.
At the moment she was on Tank’s lap who she’d started calling Dad, while Elijah was Daddy, he’d earned the name Papa. Lucky broke into his house a few days ago to redo Juvie’s room. It looked like the Twirled house threw up in Juvie’s bedroom. They’d move in over the weekend. Elijah packed two weeks ago and had slowly brought things over. Monday Elijah’s house would go on the market.
Juvie also had a whole new wardrobe courtesy of Lucky and his sewing machine which she’d find tonight along with the surprise of her room. Her hair even acquired a few new wraps and her ears earned another piercing. Zerk even broke out the airbrush to tattoo her a few full sleeves. He was worried she’d get overwhelmed with all the attention, but she seemed to love it.
“I want one, Priest, come on,” Lucky whined and stomped behind Priest.
“I can’t breed, we’ve talked about this. I’m not arguing about this. I said no when you tried this shit after Trouble got with Brody.” Priest picked up pace trying to put more distance between him and Lucky.
“I’ll bribe Lou for womb space, please,” Lucky’s please drew out for at least a full minute. “I want a ginger.”
He heard Elijah laughing behind him and then he had a lap full of his man. “Are those two ever going to admit they’re dating?”
“Fuck if I know, Lucky’s been sniffing around that ass since Priest showed up.”
“I’ve heard the stories. Priest barely uses his room because he’s sleeping in Lucky’s almost every night.”
“They’ll figure it out or continue to be best friends. How’s our Juvie?”
“I think she’s okay, but she’s good at putting on a brave face.”
“We’re good, all of us. She’s got the papers and it’s all fucking official.”
“I know, but we’ve been sweating this for a month wondering. She didn’t want to get too comfortable if this was like her previous homes.”
“Well it’s not, she’s ours. Ain’t no doubt about that now.”
Scary looked over at Tank to find the man smiling at him and Elijah. He tipped his chin to signal Tank to bring Juvie over. Scary curled up to kiss Elijah quickly. Tank knelt beside the lounger and Juvie stayed standing with her forearm resting on Tank’s shoulder.
“Elijah, we wanted,” Scary cleared his throat. Fuck this was harder than he thought, “Listen we know it can’t be all official and shit, but we wanted to know if you wanted to make honest men out of us?”
Elijah’s mouth fell open and Juvie giggled.
Tank held up his hand and dumped three rings from a small velvet bag onto his palm.
“We definitely ain’t prizes, but—”
Elijah’s mouth slammed onto his and then disappeared as Elijah threw himself at Tank.
“Hey, you’re gonna lose them, Daddy,” Juvie dropped to her knees and picked up the rings that fell to the ground.
“Are y’all fucking kidding me?”
“Hey, little ears, she’s already foul-mouthed enough.” Scary chuckled as Juvie sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.
She held out her tiny hand with the rings filling her palm.
“No, we love you, every crazy inch of you, not so much your new bodyguard,” He nodded towards Psycho who watched Elijah and Juvie like a hawk. The man took his job seriously inside and outside Brawlers.
“Psycho is a sweetheart in a weird way. I love y’all too, but marriage? Y’all never mentioned it before”
“Like I said it won’t be official, just a commitment ceremony so that all three of us can say all those beautiful vows. We wanted to make today special. Our family being all legal.”
Tank signed asking did Elijah want to and Scary could tell he was as nervous as him.
Marriage an enormous fucking step for all of them. They’d worked their ass off to make this relationship work and get this far. All they wanted was to have their man stand in front of their friends and family as they committed to each other forever. Because this was it for them.
“Tank, Elijah, wanna be official with me?”
Tank and Elijah leaned in and hugged him, they both nodded. They slipped on the rings as everyone whooped and passed out shots around them. All three of them reached out an arm and pulled a smiling Juvie between them.
They didn’t have to do it tomorrow, next month or even next year, he knew the rings were enough for them. But he wanted to ask them, to show his men he loved them. This is what he and Tank escaped their old lives for, a chance at redemption and a different life—something better and that’s what they got.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
By day, J.M. is an introverted cook hiding out in her kitchen in the middle of nowhere Ohio, by night and any free time she may have, she is a writer of mainly LGBTQ Fiction and Erotica. Although. she's equal opportunity when it comes to telling a story, she'll even write a bit of straight erotic romance when the mood strikes.
She has been writing for years in old notebooks. At the age of eight, she wrote the worst poem in the history of poetry, but it sparked her love for writing. She reads too much and loves to get lost in other worlds and her favorite stories have to include laughter and having the reader doing at least one double take. Thirty-something, forever restless she uses her stories to ground herself, and find her place of peace.
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