Page 62 of Becoming Us
Connor’s parents had been over the moon. They’d always wanted more children but had never been able to conceive again after Connor was born. The idea he would bring them home a daughterandanother son made them ridiculously happy.
My parents had been harder to convince, but again it had helped that they already loved Connor and Law. With two sets of parents, and Frank, so happy to see us together, it hadn’t taken them too long to come around. Some of our extended family members looked at us askance when they saw us together, and a few friends had been weirded out by the whole thing. On the whole, though, we felt loved and supported by the people who meant the most to us, and we were grateful for every one of them.
“Have you missed living here in London?” Sean asked Connor as we all drank champagne and scoffed bite-sized pieces of heaven from overloaded trays.
“Not for a second,” Connor replied, shaking his head. “I love this place, and it’s been awesome to visit again, but it’s not home.”
“I hear you, man.” Sean said with a grin. “The sun doesn’t quite work right here. It’s nearly summer and I’m still bloody cold.” He gave a dramatic shiver. “You know if you’d waited another couple of months you could have met up with us for the final concerts in Rio. It should be nice and warm there.”
“We had to fit our holiday in before Connor starts his university course,” I reminded him. “Rio was a no-go.”
After much deliberation, Connor had successfully applied for a mid-year entry to a bachelor’s degree in nutrition. He’d decided he wanted to use his experiences of living and working as a model to help others in the industry avoid the mistakes he’d made. That had led to him setting his sights on nutrition counselling, though he hadn’t ruled out the idea of going further and becoming an accredited dietitian. Law and I were proud of him and we were on board with whatever career choices he made. As long as he was happy, we were happy.
“The cold hasn’t been so bad,” Law said to Sean, as he stretched an arm out behind my shoulders, his hand curving around the back of Connor’s neck. “We don’t have any problem keeping each other warm.”
“Huh,” Connor cried, pointing a finger in Law’s direction. “Says the man who steals the covers every time he’s not in the middle.”
Law put a hand on his chest in mock indignation. “I can’t control what I do when I’m asleep.” Giving us a wicked grin, he added, “But then again, I don’t think you want me to.”
A shiver went through me at the memory of the night before, when Law’s wandering hands and restless hips had brought both Connor and I moaning to blissful consciousness. Our bodies had writhed beneath his touch, and the goose bumps covering our skin had nothing to do with the chill in the air. It hadn’t taken us long to realise Law was still sound asleep. With lazy smiles, we’d taken full advantage of his amorous mood, taking turns sucking the pre-come from his steely hard cock until he whimpered.
By the time Law became fully aware of what we were doing, I was already riding him while Connor’s teeth tugged gently at one of his hard nipples. “Holy fuck,” he’d whispered, watching us through heavy-lidded eyes. He’d taken hold of my hips, lifting the lower half of his torso clear off the bed as he slammed into me over and over. I came quickly, my broken cries spilling into Connor’s open mouth.
“You might have a point,” I said now, my voice husky and my body flushed as I pulled free of the memory.
Connor cleared his throat beside me, licking his lips as he shifted in his seat. “Who needs covers anyway?”
Sean threw his head back, laughing uproariously at our obvious discomfort. “I know exactly what you mean. Dante has, sure as hell, become my favourite blanket.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” Dante drawled, appearing from the sidelines to drape himself all over Sean’s sprawling form.
Sean leaned back further on the cushions, grinning up at his partner. “Blanket,” he said in a low voice that implied he was using the filthiest of curse words.
Chuckling, Dante lowered his head for a deep, lingering kiss. “My Grey,” he murmured against Sean’s lips, “always finding the weirdest ways to turn me on.” A laughing kiss followed, and I smiled at the undeniable devotion between the two men.
It had taken a long time for Dante to be ready to admit his bisexuality to the world and claim Sean as his partner. But Sean had helped him get there, and now their public displays of affection were almost as legendary as Dante’s latest album. Our friend, the rock star, did have a fondness for making a scene.
Finally, Sean put a hand against Dante’s chest, forcing him to back up. “Babe,” he said with a meaningful glance in our direction, “we have guests.”
A low groan sounded as Dante dropped down onto the couch beside Sean, turning to us with a shameless grin. “Hi, guys. Didn’t see you there.”
The three of us burst out laughing, before launching into a chorus of congratulations on his awesome performance. Our praise led to stories of the places they’d been so far on the tour, and before we knew it the hours were passing as we shared adventures and laughter.
By the time Law, Connor and I made it back to our hotel, the sun was on the verge of coming up. Without a word spoken between us, we stripped off our clothes and crawled into bed. Law made sure Connor and I were both well covered with the thick bedspread, before he snuggled in on one side of me. We fell asleep tangled up together, the way we were always meant to be.
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