LOGINThe warmth of Jordan’s skin against my cheek was the first real homecoming I’d felt since we’d driven through those iron gates. His arms locked around me like a shield. I didn’t want to let go.Macmillan’s footsteps stopped behind us. I heard the soft thud of our bags hitting the floor, then the quiet click of the door shutting. A moment later his large hand settled between my shoulder blades, rubbing slow circles through my hoodie.“Missed him that much already?” Macmillan’s voice carried a smile.I turned my head just enough to look at him without leaving Jordan’s chest. “I did, I miss living with him.”Jordan’s fingers slid into my hair. “I'll make sure I recover all the times we didn't sleep in the same space.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, then eased back enough to meet my eyes. Water still clung to his lashes. “You two look exhausted. Sit. I’ll finish getting dressed and we can unpack together.”I nodded, but my gaze drifted over the room again. The beds pushed togeth
Aiden's POV The holidays were over. School had resumed, and we were heading back to our stressful lives but I was glad I’d made memories with my boyfriends before everything started again.“Aiden, I want you to remember that even though you’re going back to school, you’ll never stop being our child,” Mom said, her voice soft but firm. “Call us the moment anything happens. If someone so much as touches a hair on your head, you come to me. And also remember what I told you, stand up for yourself. Don’t let anyone bully you.”I took her hands in mine. They were warm and soft even though she has been working in her garden a lot. I nodded. “I’ll stand up for myself, Mom. I promise.”Dad stood behind her, his large hands resting on her shoulders. He stepped forward, looking down at me with stern eyes that still held his affection. “You heard what your mother said. Stand up for yourself. Don’t let anyone bully you. You’ll be a man, a strong man who can protect himself. Do you understand me
Aiden's POV I heard the front door open at around 3:30, I was in the kitchen, wiping down the counter for the third time, even though it was already clean. My hands needed something to do. I had finished reading the novel earlier than I thought so I came down to find something to do since mom has also gone to her room.“Aiden?” His voice carried down the hall, low and a little tired.“In here,” I called back.He appeared in the doorway a moment later, still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, the top button undone. His hair was a little mussed from the day, he looked at me for a second, then crossed the room and kissed the side of my head, lingering just long enough that I felt the tension in his shoulders start to ease.“Long day?” I asked.“Long enough.” He set his phone on the counter and rolled his neck. “Everything set for Jordan?”“Yeah. Texted an hour ago. He’s ready whenever we are.”Macmillan nodded, already unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. “I’m going to wash
The next morning came soft and silver through the wide glass doors, I woke up first.Jordan’s arm was a heavy, warm band across my waist. Macmillan’s hand still rested on my calf under the throw, fingers loosely curled even in sleep. The movie had long since ended; the screen was dark. Outside, the waves kept their slow, steady conversation with the shore.My body made itself known the moment I tried to shift. A deep, thorough ache pulsed between my thighs, pleasant in the way only being well-used could make it, but insistent. My legs felt loose and overstretched. Every small movement pulled at places that still remembered being held open, filled, claimed. I was limping before I even stood.I stayed still for a long minute, listening to their quiet breathing. Then the impulse rose. They had carried me out of the water. Bathed me. Fed me. Wrapped me up between them like something precious. For once I wanted to move first. To give something back, I wanted to be the giver and not the tak
The blanket had done its work. The worst of the shaking had faded by the time Jordan and Macmillan walked back out of the black water, skin gleaming under the moonlight, hair dark and dripping. They didn’t speak as they approached. Jordan simply crouched, slid his arms under me again, and lifted. Macmillan gathered the towels and the blanket in one smooth motion."For someone who looks like a twig, you are strong." I teased.He slapped my ass not letting again, making Yelp and groan at the same time.They carried me up the soft path of packed sand toward the beach house. The low wooden structure sat just beyond the dunes, its wide glass doors already cracked open to the night air. Warm light spilled from inside, golden . I rested my head against Jordan’s shoulder, the residual ache between my thighs a pleasant, heavy throb with every step even though I wasn't the one taking them.Inside, the air was cooler, scented with salt and the faint cedar of the beams. Macmillan moved ahead, di
The waves kept washing over us in soft, rhythmic pulses, carrying away the heat of what we’d just done. I floated between them, boneless, every muscle loose and trembling. Jordan’s arm was a solid bar across my chest; Macmillan’s body curved around my back like a second skin. I could still feel the warm of their cock in me even though they had pulled out, the slick evidence of both of them leaking slowly down my thighs with every gentle shift of the water.Jordan’s lips brushed my temple again. “Still with us?” Asked yet again.I managed a weak, breathless laugh. “Jordan I am fine, remember I once took...." I shook my head deciding not to complete the statement.None of them pushed, they acted like I didn't say anything and I silently thanked them for that.Macmillan’s mouth pressed a slower, softer kiss to the nape of my neck. His hand slid down my side, fingers tracing the curve of my hip with something almost careful. “We need to get you out of the water,” he murmured. “You’re sha
Mysterious Stranger’s POVThe boy was light, carrying him was no sweat. Slender and fragile, just how I like. Once I got him out from under the bar’s neon haze and into the back of the cab. His head lolled against my shoulder the whole ride, breath shallow and uneven, lips parted like he was sti
Aiden's POVI stood in front of the teacher's office, my heart pounding in my chest not because I just ran all the way here but because I was scared.I can't lose my scholarship, I did everything I could to get it because I knew I wouldn't be able to sponsor myself to school and I can't depend on m
Aiden's POV The cold air hitting my face felt like nothing, it wasn't soothing at all, nothing could sooth me at this moment.I wanted to book a cap, and go back to campus not caring about the pricing but I couldn't because there's a boy waiting for me to tutor him.There was a store nearby, I wen
Aiden's POVI have always hated mirrors, they always told the same story, thin shoulders, a narrow chest and messy red hair that refuses to lie flat no matter how much water I use on it. At twenty one, in a school that I never really belong to, I still look like the type of guy teachers asked to c







