Page 74 of Habibi: Always and Forever
“Lay down, Noah,” he whispers the command barely loud enough for us to hear.
It takes more effort than I’d like to admit, but I get my eyes open just in time to see Noah lying across the grass facing me, mirroring my position on my stomach.
Before I can ask what they’re up to, Noah leans in and nuzzles his nose to mine, breathes softly against my lips, and presses forward so our mouths collide.
Noah has always been overly affectionate, and the two of us have had this platonic yet intimate-of-sorts relationship for going on ten years.
It didn’t take long after Atlas and I got together for the two of them to find their own dynamic, and now the three of us simply take what we need from each other without hesitation or jealousy.
Noah has plenty of relationships outside of ours—including his Daddy and a special one with Shiloh I still don’t fully understand—and that’s just what works for us.
The first time he sat in on Atlas and I getting each other off was when he wanted in on our make out session one morning, and we’d already gotten a little hot and heavy. I remember him standing there, arms crossed, warring with his cuddle-slut side and his sex-adverse side.
Our little sweetie had walked up behind me where I was sitting in Atlas’ lap and tipped my head back to kiss me, fingers playing in the hair hanging loose around my throat, and even though Atlas had warned him what we were up to, he’d just shrugged and kept on.
It had been new and hot, but we never ask Noah to participate. It only happens when he wants it to.
So it doesn’t feel bad or wrong or weird to have Noah’s lips like a frenzy on mine while Atlas buries his hands in my body. One snakes under my hips to grip my leaking cock, the other, covered in a slick that is definitely not spit, notches three fingers at my hole and slowly pushes in.
Maybe he asked Noah to bring lube down, because I’m fairly certain we had none down here, but I’m starting to question if I truly knew Altas’ motivations for this impromptu stars date in the first place.
My jaw drops open on a gasp as Atlas works his fingers into me, and Noah is quick to cover both my cheeks with his palms and hold me steady while he flicks his tongue between my parted lips.
“Noah loves you, too, isn’t that right, baby bear?” Atlas whispers huskily into my ear, and Noah hums an affirmative into my mouth.
“Uh huh.” His focus remains on kissing me for several more seconds before he finally pulls away with a gasp, pressing our foreheads together. “I love you lots. You’re my safe person. If I ever miraculously fall in love one day, I’d want it to be with you.”
That makes the two of us chuckle, because Noah has one of the biggest hearts of anyone I’ve ever met, but he’s aromantic, so while he feels deeply for lots of people in his life, none of them hold a strong romantic interest like what Atlas and I have.
His lips find mine again, sure and steady, and I almost miss the moment Atlas shifts, replacing his fingers with the well-lubed head of his dick.
I almost break away to tell him to be careful—not a frequent sentiment when I bottom—but Noah’s hands on my face are like a vice, his mouth a tantalizing distraction from the burn that scorches through my backside as Atlas slowly sinks in.
“None of this would be possible without you, Bumble B.” Atlas’ brushes his lip to my ear as he gets fully seated, and my head is a floaty bubble of pleasure with him so deep inside of me and Noah’s mouth making a mess of mine.
“The bakery. Shiloh having a whole ass family. Noah being comfortable and safe enough to explore himself. You are the inspiration for us all, love. You deserve every single good thing the universe has to offer.”
I reach a hand back, feeling blindly until Atlas wraps his fingers around mine, squeezing tight as he inches his dick out of my hole and back in at such an excruciatingly slow pace.
This time I do have to pull away so I can gasp an “I love you”, back to Atlas, and when Noah’s whiny little mouth latches back on mine, I mumble the words to him as well.
Because I do. I love them both. Differently but it's love all the same, and my heart is quickly filling up with all of their sugary sweet affection.
My body feels like a taut string ready to snap, heat coiling tighter and tighter in my abdomen with each deep thrust of Atlas’ hips. It’s no wonder I lose my ability to focus on kissing with the way Atlas grinds into me, draping his chest across my back, and covering my neck with his lips.
Noah pulls away, and there isn’t even time for me to catch my breath before Atlas’ mouth is on mine, a hand on my neck guiding my head back to meet him. He kisses me dirty and sweet, a mess of spit and tongues while an arm hooks around my chest and hauls me backward.
Christ, I forgot how strong Atlas is. It’s always him being impressed by me manhandling him around, but on the rare occasion he returns the favor? Fucking hell.
He sits back on his heels, pulling me with him, and pushing me down on his cock. I grapple for something to hold onto, and he guides my arms back around his neck. The angle is odd, but the way he rolls his hips to slam into my ass stops me from caring.
“ Yes ,” I hiss through my teeth, finding Atlas’ hair with my fingers and clenching it in a fist. Pleasure zips along my spine and cascades throughout the rest of my body, making my skin prickle to every touch. “Feels so good.”
Atlas drops a kiss to my neck, gliding his lips up to my ear and releasing a hot breath. “You’ve needed this for a while. You should have asked me.”
I shake my head, but Atlas doesn’t accept that answer. He pinches my skin between his teeth, biting and sucking until I’m writhing on him. His fingers spread as his hands coast over my chest, down my abdomen, and finally settle with a warm palm wrapped around my dick.
“I want you to come,” he says into the hollow of my throat, stroking me with fast fingers. “But I need you to do something else for me, first.”
I turn my head to kiss his temple, torn between the way my body rocks onto his cock and into his hand. “Anything, baby.”
“Blair Novak.” His lips ghost mine, fingers stroking my throat and dick in tandem. “My Bumble B. My love. Please tell me that you’ll marry me? Be mine for the rest of our lives.”
It takes several seconds for my brain to catch up, for the words to sink in, and when they do, I’m already tumbling over the edge. My mouth can’t form a coherent sound let alone words, and the muscles in my abdomen pull in so tight I can hardly breathe.
Atlas strokes me through the release even as I tremble in his embrace.
His lips never leave my skin, and as soon as I have enough of my faculties to do so, I twist as much as I can while still seated on his dick, grip his flushed face in my hands, and slam our lips together so hard there’s bound to be a bruise.
I don’t care.
Atlas Huxley just asked me to marry him.
While fucking my brains out.
Who would have ever thought?
“I was going to wait until after the sex,” he mumbles against my unrelenting mouth. “But I couldn’t help myself. You’re so gorgeous when you let go like this.”
“I fucking love you, Atlas Huxley. My galaxy.”
Atlas eases me away to press our foreheads together, fingers gently tangling in the hair hanging around my shoulders. “Your husband, too, I hope?”
My smile is so wide and silly, something only my special A ever brings out of me. “Depends. Whose last name are we keeping?”
He chuckles and nips at my chin. “We could hyphenate. Or be like Loh and Cory—keep our names.”
The thought drags out a harsh, ugly snort. “You know the two of them are only married on paper to make fostering easier. Shiloh would crawl out of his skin wearing a wedding band or being referred to as ‘Mr. Morales’.”
“Agreed. He’d kill Corvin before taking his name.”
My brother loves his partner more than he’ll ever admit out loud, but he’s worked hard to become the man that he is, and something we both have in common is the appreciation we’ve grown to have for our last name.
Even with all the problems we had with our father, it’s an important part of who we are.
“You’ve always been an honorary Novak,” I say with a nonchalant shrug.
Atlas shakes his head, drawing me in for another kiss that feels an awful lot like a promise.
“Atlas Novak, huh?” he asks with a shy grin that somehow warms my heart more. “As long as I have you, I’m happy with anything.”
A throat clears, and the little bubble of private happiness we’ve absorbed ourselves in vanishes. My eyes widen as I turn back to Noah, sitting on the other side of the blanket with his hands in his lap and a pleased smile on his face.
“I’m very happy for both of you. Extra happy that I got to be here for it, but are the two of you going to finish or can I give my Blair-Bear a congratulatory kiss now?”
All the happiness in my chest explodes, and I burst out into a fit of laughter—which makes for an odd as hell sensation when there’s a dick lodged in my ass. Atlas on the other hand tightens his arms around me and pouts.
“What about my kiss?”
And that’s how orgasms and messes become forgotten with Noah clamoring over to shower us both in “congratulations” and “I love you, I get to be best man right?”.
The three of us trade kisses until we tumble to the blanket, and it’s only when I’ve started dozing with my arms wrapped snuggly around Atlas that I notice it’s just the two of us again.
There’s a second blanket draped over us now, and Atlas is lying on his side, holding me with one arm while stroking my cheek with the other.
“I hope this wasn't weird,” he says softly. “I wanted to make sure you knew you had all of me before I asked for all of you.”
My sweet, silly Atlas.
I cover his hand on my cheek and turn my head to kiss his palm.
“You could have told me you never wanted to have sex again, and I still would have said yes to marrying you.”
Our smiles meet in a kiss that is all sugar and starlight.
Even when the darkness comes rolling in, when my demons threaten to claw me back into old habits, it's Atlas who’s there to anchor me. Atlas who holds my stitched up pieces together. Who kisses the scars until they fade into a constellation of hope.
That no matter what life throws our way, Atlas Huxley— Atlas Novak —will always be on my side.
He’ll be mine, and I’ll be his.
Written in the stars for eternity and more.
THE END