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When Jack woke up, one of the young blackbirds that had hatched this spring was sitting in the grass next to him, wings splayed around it, its beak open. The little ones didn't quite know how to cool down yet. At least that what he thought that was.
"Yeah, it's hot today, I know," he told it. He felt the same way. Hot and in need of cooling down.
That startled it enough to snap its wings in, like car doors. It looked at him, alerted, but didn't move yet. Jack snorted. "No one's bringing you a worm, are they?" he asked it. No one was bringing him anything either. His thoughts froze because that wasn't true, was it? He was getting a present today, he realized, with sudden eagerness.
He lifted the book he'd been reading off his chest and with the laziest of movements, put it on the chair he'd been using as a side table. He reached for his glass of water to have a sip before going inside, but a dried-up blossom from the wisteria above him had dropped into it. No worm, no water.
On the far side of the house, the motorcycle rumble stopped and the automatic garage door whirred closed, giving away what had woken him up in the first place. Robby was home, with his present.
He pulled himself up using his side table chair and reached for his crutches. He went inside and into the kitchen to have some water. When the door between the garage and the kitchen still didn't open, he went over there to see what was going on. If Robby was alone, him not coming in was not a good sign. And if he had company… Jack wanted to be included.
He pushed the door open and heard a quiet sigh; not Robby.
"You like that, hm?" Robby rumbled, a sound that immediately went to Jack's crotch.
"Well, hello there," he greeted the two men in front of him.
Their helmets were already on the shelf behind Robby—they both looked sweaty and mussed. Frank was still sitting on the motorcycle with Robby standing next to him, his hand high on Frank's jeans-clad thigh.
Robby looked up with a devious smile. "Hey, you."
Frank turned his head to Jack as he was rolling his hips on the bike. "Oh, god," he moaned.
"Here I am," Jack replied with a smile, opening his arms—damn right he felt spoken to when Frank moaned for a god.
Robby laughed.
"What are you two still doing in here? It's cooler in the house."
"Mmhm," Robby hummed and kneaded Frank's thigh. "We're tailgating… pregaming." He leaned in and muttered something low in Frank's ear before his other hand slid in behind Frank's ass and the seat and curled his fingers in, which made Frank moan again. Jack immediately connected the dots.
"Are you kidding me?" Jack asked. His cock twitched in his shorts. "On the ride here?"
No wonder Frank's eyes were fucking glazed over with want. He'd just spent twenty minutes riding a butt plug on the bike, with Robby probably going past the school, down the road with the speed bumps, the ass.
"Had to get him ready for you," was Robby's sly excuse.
"You good?" Jack asked Frank.
"Very." Very good, apparently, even if he sounded almost hoarse. He'd probably moaned in Robby's ear on the ride here to get some mercy. But just as Robby knew how to make his bike ride smoothly, he knew how to make it fucking vibrate under him.
"Poor baby," Jack cooed and came closer to reach out a hand. The crutch dangled in his other, but all of Jack's focus was on getting Frank off the bike and into his bed. "Come on. Let me take care of you."
"I was taking care of him," Robby protested.
"You tortured my present," Jack shot back and was pleased to see Frank flush at the phrasing. Yeah, Frank was his present today. And presents got prepared and wrapped, and then the one being given the gift could unwrap him and play with him… to his heart's content. And it helped when his present was so fucking eager to please. "Come on, off. Let's go inside."
He looked over to Robby. "You two hungry? Thirsty? I made popsicles with the melon we had."
"No, we're good. Frank?"
Frank's reply lagged. Aroused as he was, he wasn't exactly focused on listening. "I'm good," he said a moment later.
Jack snorted. "Yeah, you are. You'll have more trouble standing than I do."
Frank slid off the bike—deliberately slowly, having to take a break leaned over the bike. Robby shook his head at Jack, meaning he could hear Frank was fine. "He's laughing," Robby added. "No need to worry." To emphasize that, he smacked Frank's ass.
The reaction was instant. A moan and "Ah! Fuck. Robby."
Finally, Frank stood and came over, more limping than walking, and greeted Jack with a hungry kiss. He tasted pineapple, meaning the fruit stand had been at the hospital when they left. He licked in deeper and slid a hand down Frank's back. He could feel the arousal coming off Frank.
Before he could get any further, Frank leaned away to look at him with his half-lidded eyes. "Take this to the bedroom? If we do any more pregaming, I'm going to… touchdown early, if you know what I mean."
Behind him, Robby groaned audibly.
Jack heard Frank's plea under the lame joke. He wanted to get naked, too. He'd waited all day for this, after all. So, he let go and stepped aside to let the other two men walk ahead of him inside.
"How has your birthday been so far?" Robby asked and half turned around. "Enjoyed your book?"
"Couldn't have asked for a better day off. Marinaded the chicken in the morning, went for a run, read my book while I waited for my two hotties to get home… perfect." He cast a sideways glance at Frank, to see if he'd heard the possessiveness and the 'home.' Robby had definitely heard it, he noted when he looked up at his husband. He got a wink for it.
Jack pulled Frank to the bedroom with him, awkwardly tugging, wishing he'd taken the wheelchair so he could have both hands free and possibly have Frank directly in his lap.
"And the cherry on top," he continued at the same time as Robby said, "I'll be right behind you."
That was unsubtle, but Jack would take the opening. When Robby had left, Jack turned to Frank with a more serious tone. "I know you said you wanted this. I'm really glad you did."
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," Frank replied.
Jack sighed. He wished Frank were more assertive in this relationship of theirs. "You know you're not just my present, right? This not… inviting you in for sex." he asked and cupped Frank's cheek. He stroked a thumb over that sharp cheekbone. "We both want you here. Permanently." He'd repeat it as often as he needed to until Frank believed them.
"I know."
"Not quite there yet?" Jack asked carefully. He and Robby had done everything they could to be clear about what they wanted out of this. They were giving Frank room to move in and out of their lives, to make up his mind, but it was becoming harder and harder to watch and wait these days.
Frank leaned into his hand and smiled. "I'll tell you later," he said ominously and gave a subtle nod that made Jack hope.
"Yeah?"
Frank nodded again, quietly, with a smile that lit up his whole face. "Not because it's your birthday."
Jack pulled Frank in for a kiss. Damn that kid. "Good. I want you to be sure."
"I am. I just needed time."
"I know." He tugged Frank into an embrace. He felt giddy with excitement. He didn't want to read too much into that, but it was hard not to hope. "Now I won't be able to concentrate."
Frank chuffed and reached for Jack's hand on his cheek. "You shouldn't have to concentrate on anything. I'll do all the work, promise. You just lie back and let me take care of you."
That sounded promising. "I can do that."
Jack did do exactly that. By the time Robby was done finishing up in the kitchen what he and Frank had prepared in the past two days, Jack was lying in bed, propped up on pillows and naked. His amputated leg was propped up on its hard pillow, giving him something to push against when he wanted to move. Frank was straddling his lap, doing his best to distract him from the rummaging and rustling Robby was doing.
Jack was trailing his fingers over Frank's abdomen, making him shiver. With every movement, the plug inside him shifted. It squelched, too.
Frank grabbed Jack's hands and pulled them towards the headboard before leaning in for a kiss. When he let go again, Jack left his hands where they were, his arms falling open invitingly.
"You can do whatever you want to me," Jack murmured with a sparkle in his eyes.
Frank hid his smile in Jack's neck and nuzzled the skin there before pressing small kisses down his throat and over his collar bone. His hands stroked down Jack's sides, sure and firm. He'd meant it when he'd said he was certain now that he wanted all of what they were offering. He looked Jack in the eyes and rolled his hips again, leaning in to push their hard cocks together.
Jack moaned. His hands clenched around the headboard.
"Found you," Robby announced himself with a wink at Frank. That meant the flowers were on the kitchen table and the whimsical 'Happy Birthday'-banner they'd bought was set up as well.
"There you are," Frank said, playing his part.
Jack seemed a little taken by Robby undressing, which Frank found as endearing as all the other things they did that showed just how much they loved each other. He liked watching them.
Jack smacked his hand against the headboard. "Nice of you to join us. I was about to unwrap him without you."
Before Frank could say anything, Robby was suddenly right next to him and stroked down his back. He tipped his head back and looked up at Robby. He was just as in love with this guy as Jack was, he realized.
"You could've," Robby answered. "He's all yours tonight, right?"
Jack huffed out a laugh that sounded like a scoff. Robby's hand halted on Frank's back. "What's that?" he asked, confused.
"You say that, Mike, but look what I found." With that, he brought his hands down and ran soft fingertips over Frank's inner thigh, high up, where earlier… Frank squirmed at the burning sensation he felt under those ministrations and looked down. There was a reddened patch of scratched, sensitive skin. Ah.
Robby climbed onto the mattress behind Frank, arranging himself—warm and broad and naked. His full cock was heavy and wet against Frank's tailbone.
"You always mark what's yours, you bearded lumberjack," Jack teased.
Robby hooked his chin over Frank's shoulder, scratching the skin there the same way he had Frank's inner thigh earlier. "Oh," he murmured and grinned into Frank's shoulder. He dipped his head so only his forehead was resting on it. Frank brought a hand up to pet Robby.
"I'm both of yours, how does that sound?" he offered the two men. "Just like you're both mine."
It felt surprisingly easy to say that today.
Jack agreed with a soft smile. "Both yours, both of ours. That sounds good, baby."
Robby nodded against Frank's shoulder and dropped a kiss to his shoulder blade. A small bite followed to his trapezius that made him arch and lean back against Robby. The arm around him tightened.
Suddenly, there was a firm, lubed up hand on Frank's cock, stroking up. He hadn't even noticed the snick of the tube, that was apparently how gone he was.
Robby started teasing the plug in his ass, reaching around it, fingers teasing his rim, sliding lower. He moaned and arched up, which only made Jack's grip feel tighter on his length. He see-sawed between their touches, heat and arousal sweeping through him.
"Ready?" Robby murmured, his beard tickling the shell of his ear.
"Mm. More than." His heart thrummed in his chest. He was vibrating with anticipation.
The plug pulled against his ring, stretching the muscles, dipping back in and pulling back out, fucking him with the hard silicone until his breath hitched. His hole was throbbing with need; muscles pulsing. His balls felt tight with need. Just when he was about to beg, the plug came free and he raised his hips so he could sit on Jack's cock.
They didn't play fair. Robby held Frank's hips still.
Frank kept eye contact with Jack, biting his lip as Jack teased his hole with just the tip before pulling out again, only to smear lube and precum around it and along his crack. The tip dug into his balls, teasing them. Jack's smirk as he demanded patience almost undid him.
Finally, Jack had mercy and guided himself inside. He thrust up, bigger than the plug, stretching him wider, rasping against his inner walls. Frank sighed at the heavy, aching pressure of it opening him up.
"Come on," Jack purred. "Help me out here," he asked of Frank. The mattress dipped as Robby adjusted something behind them, more experienced at knowing what Jack needed.
Frank steadied himself on Jack's torso, kneading into his chest as he sank down on that long cock at a teasing, glacial pace. Slowly, inch by inch, he felt it spread him open as his hole accommodated the girth. He angled his hips so he could take it all. Deeper and deeper it went. Only half way and he already felt so full.
When he had sunk all the way down and was sitting on Jack's hips, balls against skin, he arched against Robby behind him—just to feel both of them. Immediately, Robby's arm went around him again and his big and stroked over Frank's stomach. Up and down, soothingly.
Robby's "So good for Jack" rumbled into his ear made him flush. Jack's warm hands ran along his thighs and then higher to his hips, to pull at him.
He ground down on that cock. It was so fucking deep inside of him. He raised his hips again and dropped himself down.
"Give me all you've got," Jack encouraged and snapped his hips up on Frank's next downward stroke, squeezing a moan from his lips. His hand stayed on Frank's sides, tight enough to bruise, like encouragement; not that he needed any.
He found a rhythm, pulling up slowly and dropping himself down to feel that pressure deep inside, as Jack's cock carved into him. He loved that bump with every drop and sought it out, riding Jack hard.
"He's so fucking tight, Mike."
"A dream, right?" Robby's fingers brushed over a nipple, pulling at it, adding a twist and a pull and— Frank whined. He wanted more.
"A fucking wet dream come true," Jack murmured and wrapped a hand around Frank's cock. "You hear that? So fucking hot and tight, squeezing me so good." He snapped his hips up hard and nodded at Robby behind him.
Robby grabbed his hips and angled him a little forward. On the next drop, Jack's cock made him see stars. He moaned loud, helpless and unable to keep the noise in as heat spread through his belly.
Without warning, Robby's fingers found his mouth and hooked around his bottom teeth, pressing his tongue down. He sucked them in, all three of them, choking wetly when they reached too deep. Saliva spilled over Robby's hand.
"Jesus," Jack murmured and snapped his hips up harder, each thrust finding Frank's prostate, sending a throbbing heat through him. He knew he was moaning, couldn't have stopped himself if he'd wanted to. He was still see-sawed between them, mouth and ass full, pushed and pulled, both of them reaching so deep. Jack's cock dragged against his inner walls with every pull, his hole clinging to the shaft.
He belonged with them, that was what they were telling him. He choked on Robby's fingers and was mercilessly pummeled deep by Jack's magnificent cock.
They wanted him. Robby's arm wrapped around him, holding him tight, chest against Frank's back. Jack's hand was working his cock, stroking it fast and tight. Heat spread through him, burning hot, bringing him closer and closer.
It wasn't just this, either. Not just him offering himself as a present for Jack's birthday, more as a silly joke than anything. This was so much more.
Jack hit his prostate again, making him see stars and moan around Robby's fingers.
They'd invited him in once and he'd thought that would be it. That he'd get to have them just that once. Or maybe sometimes; a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of deal, them enjoying someone who was like an energizer bunny on a good day. He'd thought he knew what this was going to be, that he'd be fine settling for just having them physically. He'd wanted them to use him for their pleasure. But then they'd just… opened themselves up to him; opened up their whole relationship to him. Let him use them for love and comfort as well.
"Let go, baby," Robby murmured in his ear.
And now here he was, getting fucked on both ends, held lovingly, praised and kissed and fucked thoroughly like he'd never been before.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. Fire coursed through him and he came with a wail around the fingers in his mouth, letting himself go. His heart hammered in his chest, a bird fluttering. His thighs trembled from the exertion.
Robby held him up so Jack could chase his own orgasm. Frank clenched down and was fucked through his orgasm. Jack pumped into him with brutalizing, hard strokes that jackhammered against something deep inside of him. A spot Robby reached with his cock every time, too, a spot Robby managed to breach when he bottomed out. So deep it made his eyes well up with tears.
It wasn't just the fucking. It was all of it; the decision that he'd made, being loved and letting them both in, letting them have him and allowing himself to have them. He wanted this more than anything. Wetness spilled down his cheeks.
"Almost there," Robby murmured and shoved his fingers just that tiny bit deeper that made him retch and his whole body clamp up. "Make him feel good, come on."
Frank tried. He tightened up, doing his best to be good for Jack; to provide that tight vise that would get Jack off, trembling in the aftershocks of his own pleasure. Jack groaned as he came. Frank could feel it deep inside of him. He was dancing on the edge of too much as everything went blurry. Jack was still pumping, grinding into him. Frank whimpered as Robby's fingers left his mouth, smearing saliva over his chin and chest as he held him close. He flinched and clenched as Robby's wet fingers grazed a nipple.
Robby let him go then and he sank gratefully down. He leaned forward carefully so he could drape himself over Jack's chest. Jack's cock slipped out an inch or two, the rest slowly softening inside of him. Robby traced his rim, making him shiver for a new reason. He hid his face in the crook of Jack's neck while he imagined Robby spreading him open wider, adding his fingers, adding more. His muscles shivered in anticipation of that possibility; of getting so thoroughly used by both of them at the same time.
Jack slipped out then and Robby helped Frank slide off of him and onto the mattress.
Robby lay down behind him and pulled him against his chest. His hard cock digging into Frank's ass crack, insistent and heavy. He stroked Frank's chest as he held him.
Jack looked down at them both. His hand found first Frank's hair, then Robby's, he petted them, alternating between them, tracing over their faces with his fingers like he couldn't quite believe that he had both of them. It made Frank want to love him all the more.
"This is what I wanted for my birthday," he said suddenly. "The two of you in our bed. Frank where he belongs."
Frank smiled up at Jack and put his hand on his stomach. It was sticky with his cum. "Yeah?"
Jack nodded.
"So, the sex was just a bonus?"
Behind him, Robby huffed.
"Yeah." Jack looked at him seriously. "Yeah, the sex is just a bonus… to having you here." A kiss pressed into his nape.
"A pretty nice bonus, though," Robby rumbled and rolled his hips against Frank's ass, like a promise.
A promise of things to come.