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Craig gave me an odd look when I wrapped my arms around him from behind,
then leaned his head back against mine.
 What were you thinking about? he asked, voice low.
I shrugged.  Not much, just trying to get my brain around the past few days.
He gulped down hot coffee, then carefully placed the cup down. Reached up and
gripped my forearms where they crossed his chest.
 We ll sort it. Somehow. Don t worry, Kyle.
Craig pulled my phone out of his pocket, put it down next to his mug.
 Maybe you should message your dad. Seemed like he was the most& open.
I glared at the phone like it was a viper.
 I don t see why I should be the one to make contact. This is their fault, their
problem. Let them apologize first.
He turned in my arms, our faces close. I could feel his breath against my lips,
warm and minty.
 It doesn t work like that, he explained patiently.  They need to come to terms
with it, but you can move things along, help them to do that. Sometimes you have to be
the bigger man about it.
 Even if they re being dumb, ignorant bastards?
 Even then. Craig chuckled. He reached down and squeezed my ass through my
jeans.  If they re going to be childish, then you ll have to be the big boy about it.
I thought back to how all this had started and that first unexpected Saturday when
he d kissed me and sucked me and awoken some strange, foreign feelings that had led
me to here.
Grimacing, I snatched up the phone and thumbed out a message to my dad. Still
at Jake s. I love you, and I m still your son. I hit Send.
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Craig nodded as I turned the screen to show him before letting it clatter to the
counter.  You did good, he told me.
 Yeah, so where s my reward?
Gripping my butt, he pulled our hips together.  I ll let you choke me with it, he
whispered, lips brushing my ear.
 Oh, like you don t beg for that anyway I retorted. I could feel the corners of his
mouth twist up in response, the gentle pressure of his fingertips on my skin.
My phone buzzed on the counter. I eyed it warily.
You re still my son. Our son. I love you too. Dad, it read. I felt my eyes get a little wet,
watched as Craig glanced over the words, his arm tight around my waist.
 Told you so, he said eventually, nuzzling his face against mine.
 Guess I should ve listened to you, then, I replied.
He nodded.  They just need time to process it. At least now you know that they re
willing to work at that.
How long would that take, though?
 So Jackson, Craig said, turning in my arms so that his back was to me.  Do you
date other jocks?
Jackson glanced over from the sink, wiping his hands on a towel. Jake had
apparently won the argument over who was going to load the dishes.
 Sometimes. I don t really have much of a  type as such, I guess.
 Apart from idiots with spandex fetishes, Jake sniped from across the kitchen. He
ducked almost in time to miss the towel his brother aimed at his head.
 Yeah, so preferably not people more interested in spandex than me, though I m
not opposed to some fun along those lines, y know?
Jake put his fingers in his ears, started chanting  la la la at full volume. I leaned
in close to Craig.
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 I should probably talk to Louis first, before I out him to Jake, I whispered. Craig
frowned, nodded.
 Why do you ask, anyway? Jackson said, busy yanking Jake s hands free.
 Oh, no reason, Craig muttered. I knew that wouldn t be sufficient to dampen
down Jackson s curiosity; and sure enough, he looked over quizzically.  Guess I was
just wondering if I stood a chance is all.
 Hey! I blurted out as Jackson winked at my boyfriend in reply.
 Don t be all uptight about it, dude, Jackson teased me,  We could always share
him& take one end each and meet up in the middle.
Craig was blushing now I was suitably gratified to see but Jake was looking
more than slightly horrified at the way the conversation was running.
 Seriously, guys, can we keep the gay tag-teaming talk to a minimum, please? He
winced.
Jackson slapped him on the back.  It s more like spit roasting, actually.
 Dude! Jake shouted.
His brother shrugged.  Look, you re the one who asked.
 Um, no, I really didn t!
Whoever had started it, the thought had struck a certain filthy chord in my
imagination. Craig spread across the kitchen table, or over the arm of the couch
perhaps, Jackson at one end and me at the other. Would I want to see another guy fuck
my boyfriend s ass, or would I rather see him suck another guy s dick? Even just the
thought of either sent a shiver down me.
It wasn t that I wanted to share him. Not actually, not literally. And yet the weird
power dynamic that had always ebbed and flowed between us my dominating him,
Craig subverting that, and my seizing back control meant the idea of him sandwiched
between Jackson and me was irresistibly arousing.
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I could picture Craig s lips taut around my cock, his hair falling over his eyes as
Jackson twisted his arms up, behind his lean body. The wrestler s broad shoulders in
stark contrast to Craig s small form, the slap of his muscled hips as they hit my
boyfriend s ass as we made eye contact, knowing we were using the same guy, our
dicks inside the same flesh. It was animal and dirty and maybe even disrespectful
somehow, and it was making me hard in my boxers despite the fact that I d climaxed
less than an hour before.
 All right, well, nice as it is to see my pervert brother bonding with my friends, I
need to get going, Jake said, glancing pointedly at Jackson. His twin looked nowhere
near abashed and even less contrite at being called out.  Do you guys need a ride?
I shook my head.  We re all good. My car is here.
Jake nodded.  Okay, well, remember you guys are welcome here as long as you
need a place to stay. Though I may have to put you on the chores rota& 
We all laughed at that I d seen just how reluctant Jake was to do housework
and then he was walking out through the door and it was just the three of us in the
kitchen.
 He s right, you know, Jackson said after we d heard the front door slam.
 What, we have to go on the rota? Craig replied.
Jackson rolled his eyes.  No, dummy. That you re welcome here as long as you
need somewhere you can crash. I mean, I m sure your folks won t be crazy about all this
stuff forever, Kyle, but just until they get with the program, I mean.
 Thanks, dude, it means a lot, I told him. And it did; it meant a lot that people
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