Page 24 of Fanboy in the Falls (Devon Falls #3)

You can ask for things you want. —Gabe Gomez

I wonder if this is what family feels like.

The sentence whirls through my brain as Tom plates up pasta and Colin dishes up salad and the three of us laugh and talk about Devon Falls gossip and the possibility of Benson Lewis wearing leaf costumes.

Lou hops onto Colin’s lap at one point to show him something on his tablet, and Colin doesn’t even blink.

The whole scene feels like something out of one of the family sitcoms I’d always watch as a kid.

There’s a twinge in my stomach as I realize that it also feels a lot like how my house used to feel before my mom got sick.

She loved making big dinners, and when it was just the two of us, before she met Dave, she’d lean across the table with excitement as she ate, staring at me as though everything I was about to say might be the most important or interesting thing in the world.

I’ve always hated that Lou didn’t know our mother, and that he never got to feel that kind of vibrant, all-encompassing love from her.

I know that Dave makes Lou dinner when he’s home, and I hope he listens while Lou talks.

But when it’s the three of us together, I’m always the one leaning across the table, nodding and making him the center of attention.

Dave’s eyes are somewhere else, usually his phone, and he only looks up at Lou when something he doesn’t want to hear catches his brain.

But Lou’s got a fully captive audience right now, and I can’t stop smiling as Colin asks earnest questions about the brightly colored game Lou’s showing him.

Because I’m sitting here, in this perfectly decorated dining room with its just-right pastel colors and its shiny silverware, between two men I used to actively think about while I jerked off, and they’re both making my little brother the king of the universe. I mean, come on. Pinch me, right?

And that’s probably why I say what I say while we’re doing the dishes.

“Can I sleep over tonight?” I blurt out.

The words are forward and pushy and not the kind of thing I’d usually ever say.

But you have to ask the universe for what you want, right?

“I mean,” I add quickly, “if it’s not too big of a problem for you.

And if Lou could stay in a guest room or something?

But maybe that’s a terrible idea and we should go home. ”

Tom slides behind me in front of the refrigerator and wraps his arms around me. He drops his lips down to my neck and starts slowly kissing around the back of it. “Are you asking to spend the night with the two of us, little fox?”

Colin drops the dishcloth he’s holding and raises his eyebrows.

“Yes?” I say. But somehow it comes out like a question. “I mean, yes! Yes.”

You can ask for things you want. It’s an affirmation I don’t use very often, but this seems like the right time.

Colin slides in front of me so that I’m basically a Gabe sandwich between the two of them. It’s a position they both seem to like, and I’m sure as heck not complaining about that. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “If you stay the night,” he says, “would you like more coaching?”

“Um, yeah!” I all but yell the words. Tom hasn’t stopped kissing my neck, and Colin’s got his hands set loosely on my hips now, and my brain is heading in some very awkward directions for the middle of a kitchen when your little brother is in the next room.

Colin grins. “What do you think, Tom?”

Tom nibbles at my earlobe, and my cock tents my jeans.

He nips at the skin there one last time before he pulls away.

“I think the two of you are making excellent progress. And I am happy to offer continued coaching wherever it’s necessary.

” He looks down at my pants. “And I’m guessing we need to get this kitchen cleaned up and some little ears off to bed as quickly as possible. "

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a dishwasher filled that quickly in my life. I probably set a world record.

By the time I’ve gotten Lou bathed in one of Colin’s four guestrooms—in the room’s ensuite, of course—and fast asleep, I am more than primed for whatever’s coming next. I may be new to this whole physical relationship thing, but Tom says I’m a quick learner. And isn’t that what matters?

I practically sprint back down the hall to Colin’s giant master bedroom. And when I open the door, every cell in my body stands at attention.

Colin and Tom are both standing, stark naked, on either side of the bed. They’ve placed candles all around the room, dropped the light low, and some kind of soft classical music is playing nearby.

“Lights out and away we go,” I whisper. Colin laughs and holds a hand out for me. “Take your clothes off, little fox,” he says.

I probably also set a world record for undressing.

Colin draws me over to the bed and he and Tom sandwich me again from either side.

They seem to love cuddling and snuggling, these two, and I let myself fall into the calming sensation of their skin against mine.

Tom’s lips drift against my neck again and Colin’s hands travel up and down, across my skin.

My cock’s growing harder and harder with every stroke, and when Colin finally ghosts a finger over my cockhead, I yelp and rut against him. He laughs.

You can ask for things you want.

“I want to do something,” I blurt out. Since some kind of ghost of empowerment has taken over me today, I figure I may as well lean into it.

“Always,” Tom says against my ear. The words tickle, and I giggle.

“Um, okay. Well, sometimes? When I’m alone? I like to touch myself… um, behind. And I was wondering if we could try that today. With fingers. And maybe more.”

Colin’s eyebrows go up, and Tom runs a hand across my hip. “Are you asking us about assplay, little one?”

Just hearing him use the term sends more blood straight to my cock. “Yes!”

And then they both do that thing where they look at each other over my head and have a conversation with their eyes. But maybe I’m getting better at their language, because I can translate it this time.

Do you think he’s ready?

Yes.

Do you think we’re ready?

Yes.

Okay.

Tom starts circling a finger gently around my hole. I’m not sure if I’m more or less sensitive there than most people, but every part of my body goes tense at just how damn good that feels. I grab hold of Colin, and he drops his head down to mine.

“Remember the colors,” he says. “Red, yellow, green.”

I nod, and he captures my mouth in a kiss.

He holds me there, teasing and playing, while Tom dances his finger back and forth.

“Nightstand, Colin?” he asks. I’m not sure what he means at first, and I can’t really be bothered to care.

I’m too busy seeing stars as Colin presses our cocks together.

I rut up and down against him, because holy hell I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good it feels to have his body against mine.

Then something wet and just a little cold hits my hole, and I know what Tom was getting from the nightstand.

It all washes over me, then. The reality. I’ve never had anything but my own fingers back there, and I honestly had no idea what to do with them. I just knew what seemed to feel good. But now I’m going to have Tom’s fingers there, and maybe Colin’s, and maybe… maybe even more.

Some kind of strangled noise fills the room. Tom laughs, and I realize it’s me.

Tom draws circles with the liquid, teasing every nerve there until I’m thrashing up against Colin. “Don’t forget your colors, little one,” he says into my ear. “And push back when you feel me.”

And then his finger is inside of me, moving up just toward the knuckle.

I bear back against him, against the slight pain and pressure that dances with sensation and shocks of pleasure.

Colin pulls me more tightly against him, and I feel him drop lube against our cocks before he takes us both in his hand and begins jerking us together, hard and fast. I wrap my arms around his neck and hang on for the ride.

And then Tom pushes in deeper. I lose myself in sensation as he adds another finger.

“I’m touching myself too, little one,” Tom whispers in my ear. “I’ve got one hand on my cock, and the other is inside of you. You’re a masterpiece, do you know that? The way you move against both of us. The way you respond to every little touch.”

I think I whimper. It’s not entirely clear.

Colin presses his forehead to mine. “You have no idea what it’s like,” he whispers, “to watch Tom play with you like this. Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Tom presses his fingers in farther, and I feel another finger dancing around the edge of my hole. “Do you think you could take more?” he asks softly. “Would you like to try that, Gabe? Would you like me to go deeper?”

Words are very hard to find right now, so I don’t try for many of them. “Green!” I yelp. “Green! Green! Green!”

Tom and Colin both laugh, and Tom lifts one of my legs up in the air as he presses in more deeply. The pressure is full and somehow not nearly enough, and I’m on the edge of begging for more when he presses a third finger into me.

“Hell, yes,” I whisper.

Colin’s still jerking our cocks together, setting a rhythm that perfectly matches the rhythm Tom’s using to move in and out of me. He’s pushing in farther than I’ve gone; farther than I’ve ever even dared to go myself. “I’m wondering,” he says, “if you’ve ever felt this…”

And then he moves inside of me hard and fast, and something happens. He hits something in me, and it’s like every nerve in my body explodes at once. “More!” I scream. “More! More! More! More!”