Page 21 of Their Little House Boston (Five Little Roommates #3)

Tripp

I’d invited them over to my house to watch a movie, but I think we all hoped it would be more than that. At least I did. The air between us was charged with sexual tension whenever we were together, and our foray into playing at Chained again was even better now that we knew one another well.

Spending the afternoon getting ready for our date, I was as nervous as a teenager with his first boyfriend.

I knew about the popcorn salad at the little house from an invitation to join them one night, but I didn’t think I could achieve Scottie’s masterpiece—also, I found it a little intense for date night.

So, instead, I went another way, big food, but with a little twist.

A knock on the door startled me just as I finished my last bit of food artistry, and I covered the plate and set it in the refrigerator. Okay. Whatever happens is good. If we end up in the bedroom, if we don’t… It will still be a wonderful evening, so no pressure.

I hadn’t given myself a pep talk like that before a date since I was that teen boy back in the day.

It was about as effective now as it had been then.

But what did fix it, was opening the door to see Elliot and Boston on my front steps, holding hands, their expressions revealing anything but calm.

My daddy side snapped into gear, putting their feelings first, and I offered them a broad smile.

“Right on time! I picked out a few movies for us, and I hope you’ll like one of them. ”

Boston nodded solemnly. “Whatever you like, I’m sure we will too.”

“Oh no, not like that.” I reached for their linked hands and used them to draw them inside. “We all have to agree. I picked one animation, one superhero, and one action movie. Come and see.”

When we were seated on the sofa, I told them which I had in mind. “Of course, we can stream almost anything you like, I was just a little nervous and wanting to be all ready for your visit to my home.”

A whoof from the backyard preceded the entrance of a very fluffy dog who was super excited to meet any and all workmen, guests, and anyone else who came through the door. Before I could stop her, she had her front paws on Elliot’s thighs and a friendly dog-dog smile pointed at Boston.

“Oh, this is Juno!” Boston dropped to the floor cross-legged and held out his arms. Two seconds later, my dog and my boys were rolling around and having the best time ever. Juno and I had a great life together, but this dog wanted boys in her life as much as I did.

And my heart swelled even bigger with joy and an emotion we hadn’t named yet but that I hoped I wasn’t the only one feeling.

Once the two were covered with fluff, I managed to convince them to sit on the sofa while I brought out our snacks.

Juno stretched across both of their laps.

She didn’t belong on the couch, knew better, but from the furry state of the upholstery, she spent most of the time I was not with her, sleeping on it.

There were a lot worse things a pup could do on her own, so I had given up on telling her not to.

Besides, the photo I took of the three of them would warm any winter’s night.

“What are those?” Boston’s jaw dropped. “That’s fruit?”

Elliot clapped his hands. “I saw them on TikTok. Heart emoji fruit snacks! See?” He pointed to the plate.

“The yellow part is pineapple, but it can be other things like mango or papaya, and the eyes are strawberries. These are…oh my gosh, you know we could do other emojis for house movie night. But what would we make the sunglasses out of?”

I had also brought out a mini grazing board with nuts, cheese, grapes, apples…

various things that soon turned into a craft project as the two of them attempted to create all their favorite emojis.

At first, they used TikTok on one of their phones, but then they decided it was cheating, or maybe they wanted to be more creative.

Either way, I got to sit back and watch my men express their creativity on a whole different level.

Juno wandered off to eat her dinner in the kitchen eventually, and we ate all the artwork, cuddling on the sofa and making plans to wow everyone with their skill. They were even considering doing their own video to demonstrate. But then, it got quiet. The hilarity eased, and the atmosphere changed.

“Movie now?” I asked. “I think we need a break.”

“Can we watch it in your bed, Tripp?” Elliot asked, resting his cheek on my shoulder.

“I don’t have a screen in there,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Boston stood up and reached out a hand to each of us. “We can make our own movie magic.”

For a moment, I thought he really wanted to film us in bed, but then Elliot laughed. “No movies, but lots of magic, okay?”

I let out a breath of relief. Sex was great when it was in the moment, but the idea of watching myself in action made me shudder. Camera shy, much?

“Good. I want to concentrate on making you both feel good, not about what would look good on film…video…whatever.”

My bed was a California King, plenty big enough for the three of us, and I might have bought new bedding for the occasion.

Nobody commented on it, but I was far too focused on other things to care.

Like the men who were shedding their clothes next to it.

There was nothing little about these two at the moment, their toned bodies and not-little cocks making me feel a bit over my head. Could I be enough for both of them?

But the dynamic here was not a daddy and his two littles.

It was three adult men who knew what they wanted in the bedroom, and once the kissing started, I no longer worried about who might satisfy whom.

And when we were all giving one another blow jobs in a configuration I had no idea how we managed, I was ready to take back my doubts about filming our time in bed together. Because we were awesome.

Award-winning, possibly.

My heart pounded so hard, I was sure they could hear it, as we stopped before anyone came. “Condoms and lube in the nightstand,” I said, hoping one of them was close enough to reach, and rewarded when the supplies landed on the mattress.

Boston lay on the bed, on his back, knees pulled up to his chest, and I helped prepare him, holding his cheeks apart while Elliot donned a condom and covered it in lube then inserted slippery fingers into his hole.

I was ready to come already, but when Elliot replaced his fingers with his cock, I got on my knees behind him and went to work on his hole.

I’d never been with two men this way before, but it seemed so natural, so perfect, so complete, as we moved in tandem, Elliot in Boston, me in Elliot, and Boston stroking himself in perfect rhythm.

He went first, with a sharp cry that had my balls tightening. Elliot froze, gasping, and that was it for me, my cum spilling into the condom reservoir. Safety first, but bareback in a week or two was going to destroy my mind.

I braced myself on my hands, shivering in reaction before we all collapsed in a heap, kissing and panting and laughing a bit.

“Why did we wait so long?” Elliot asked, nibbling on Boston’s throat.

“To be sure,” the other man said, quivering.

“I’m sure,” I said, stroking whatever I could reach, “that you were both worth waiting for.”