Page 92 of Roll With The Punches

Chapter Twenty-Five

With Emma volunteering to spend the night at Grace’s house—sleeping in the guest room—to give them alone time, the men were able to relax once the clean-up finished and all the guests had left. Jeff and Stuart both stripped and donned their leather collars only—per Brandon’s order—and knelt in front of where he sat on the couch.

Brandon had specifically told Jeff he didn’t have to kneel, but Jeff had wanted to. They put a throw pillow down to cushion his knees.

He already had an appointment for Monday morning to get a PICC line inserted so they could start the IV drugs.

Brandon and Stuart had both taken the day off so they could go with him, drive him, and find out all the information they needed to know about his care.

While they’d been stripping, Brandon had tossed a sheet over the couch and prepared a few things they’d need. He reached out and caught the D-rings on the front of their collars and hooked a finger through each one, pulling them in for a kiss, Stuart first, then Jeff.

“My sweet boys,” he softly said. Then he nuzzled Stuart’s forehead. “Sorry I can’t legally marry you, too.”

“It’s okay, Master. I’m happy with this. I know none of us are going anywhere. I can quit worrying about him so much now.”

“I propose a change to our household arrangement, however,” Brandon said. “Since Jeff got to marry me, I think it’s only fair Stuart is now designated our Alpha sub.”

The two of them exchanged a glance, and in unison said, “Red.”

“Oookaay,” Brandon said, a little taken aback. “Explain. Stuart first.”

“I still want him to be able to Top me when you say so, and I’m not toppy, Master.”

“That wouldn’t change. But since Jeff’s going to be our stay-at-home slave now, and he married me, I wanted you to have a little something special.”

“Oh.”

“Was that your only objection?”

“Um, actually, yeah.” Stuart smiled. “So it’s just a title change?”

“Right.” He looked at Jeff. “Explain.”

“Um…green, Master?”

Brandon snorted. “You’re killing me, Smalls.”

Jeff grinned. “Well, I know he’s not toppy. That would have made him miserable, Master.”

“So you’re okay with the title change?”

“I’m even okay with some other things changing, as long as Stuart’s okay with them. I don’t mind being the resident house elf for both of you.”

“Please don’t give Dobby clothes, Master,” Stuart joked. “We’ll lose him.”

“Well, I know where he’d wear the sock.” Brandon grinned.

Jeff couldn’t help but laugh. “Are we going to devolve into kinky book fandom, or are we going to fuck, Master?”

Brandon’s grin widened. “The two are not mutually exclusive acts. You’re forgetting, Iama sadist.”

“No, Master,” Jeff said. “There’s absolutely no way I’d ever forgetthat.”

“So, Stuart, how’s your ass, boy?” Brandon asked.

“Full, Master.”

That morning, before the festivities had gotten into full swing, Brandon and Jeff had a lot of fun working the last butt plug into Stuart, the biggest one, with orders for him to wear it all day. Jeff had done the honors while Stuart had been bent over the bathroom counter, and Brandon had knelt in front of him, sucking on his cock just enough to keep him horny and distracted and to make the process easier on him.