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Hayes

The drive back was quiet, just the way I liked it.

Oliver leaned against the passenger door, half-asleep, his head against the window. The streetlights passed in slow rhythm, casting gentle shadows across his face. His breath fogged the glass a little with each exhale, and I kept catching myself glancing over, like I needed to confirm he was still there, still safe, still ours.

Before him, our lives had been clean in the way a scalpel was clean—sharp, functional, and cold. Hudson and I had rules, routines, and an understanding of the world that required precision, not softness.

And then Oliver showed up with his big, hurting heart and that adorable little smile like he didn’t realize how much light he carried. He expressed his emotions so beautifully. He cried without shame. He laughed like it cracked open the air. He clung to us like he wasn’t sure we’d stay—but hoped we would anyway.

I pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and looked over at him again. He stirred a little, eyes fluttering open, sleepy and soft.

“Home?” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” I said. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”

He nodded, reaching for my hand without thinking, like it was second nature now. Like trusting me was easy.

And even though I’d never say it out loud, I squeezed his hand back just a little too tightly.

Because somehow, without trying, Oliver had become the only thing in this fucked-up world I was afraid to lose. I was sure Hudson felt the same. I’d shoot him any day if I needed to in order to keep Oliver by my side.

Inside, the house was dim and calm, the way Oliver liked it after a long day. Hudson had already moved ahead of us, flicking on the soft amber light in the hallway and toeing off his boots.

Oliver shrugged off his jacket and let it fall onto the entryway bench without thinking, like he belonged here—which he did. He’d long since stopped asking permission to take up space. I picked the jacket up and hung it properly on the coat rack.

I watched him silently for a moment, just admiring him, then reached out and gently brushed a stray curl from his forehead. “Shower or bed?” I asked, voice low but warm. “Or bath, if you want.”

Oliver blinked up at me, taking longer than normal to process my words. “Bed. Definitely bed.”

“Figured.”

While Oliver padded up the stairs toward the bedroom, Hudson moved into the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. I joined him without needing to ask what he was doing. We moved like mirror images, practiced and quiet, pulling down a mug and dropping in Oliver’s favorite tea—a calming chamomile-lavender blend he insisted helped him sleep better.

“He’s quieter tonight,” Hudson said, voice hushed like they were in church.

“He talked with Lane. Got some things out, I think.” I paused, then added, “He cried a little. Smiled a little too.”

Hudson hummed, “Good, he needs that. The feeling stuff.”

“You say that like you don’t,” I dramatically scoffed.

Hudson gave me a flat look, but there wasn’t any animosity behind it.

When we brought the tea up into the bedroom, Oliver was curled in a ball under the covers, one arm flopped across his face. He peeked out when he heard us approach, smiling sleepily.

“Thanks,” he murmured as I handed over the warm mug.

“Drink a little, precious.”

Oliver sat up slowly, cradling the tea in both hands. He looked so soft like this, cheeks still flushed from the warmth of the house, eyes heavy but content. Hudson appeared a moment later, flipping off the overhead light and settling on the other side of the bed.

I tugged off my shirt and slid in next to Oliver, who immediately shifted to sit between my legs, his back pressed against my chest. Hudson leaned against the headboard next to me with his phone, absently running his fingers through Oliver’s hair.

Oliver sighed, “I love you.”

We both replied, “I love you, too.”

* * *

I woke up to a warm, wet suction on my cock. Reaching under the covers, my hand tangled in Oliver’s soft brown hair.

“Mmm, good morning, pet,” I said sleepily, resulting in Oliver’s eyes lazily blinking open to gaze up at me. His half-lidded, glazed look was like an aphrodisiac. My fingers raked through his curls, my palm putting gentle pressure on the top of his head, urging him to swallow me deeper. He hummed around my dick, causing delicious vibrations.

I rolled my head to the side, searching for my brother.

Hudson was still asleep, oblivious to what was happening.

“God,” I groaned, “I fucking love your mouth. Do you need some cum in your belly? Oh, good boy. That’s it. Perfect little cocksucker.” I began to thrust into his mouth, fucking it, earning whines and gurgles around my length. His lips looked obscene stretched so widely around my cock. “I’m close, baby. How long were you working my cock while I was asleep? Fuck.”

Beside us, Hudson shifted slightly in the sheets, still asleep. Oliver lunged forward, taking me all the way down his throat. The tight channel spasmed around me, and that was it.

“Here, pet—drink it down! Fuck! Don’t waste a drop.”

Oliver moaned, swallowing my load diligently. His tongue wrapped around my shaft, greedily licking up every last taste of my cum. Finally, he popped off, breathing hard but looking absolutely blissful. He placed a small kiss to the head of my cock, then laid his head down to rest on my upper thigh.

“Thank you, little one. What a perfect way to start your Master’s day.” I threw a thoughtful glance over to my brother once more, finding him still asleep. “Be a good boy and wake up Master Hudson, too, Ollie.”

Oliver licked his lips, peeking lustfully over at Hudson. “Okay,” he purred, raising to his knees to reposition himself between my twin’s legs.

Once settled, he moaned, mouthing at Hudson’s morning wood through his sweats. As he took a long breath, taking in my brother’s scent where it was the strongest, his eyes rolled back, and a whimper left his throat.

Oliver’s fingers hooked around Hudson’s waistband, slowly pulling them down to reveal his prize. Hudson hardly ever wore underwear, so as soon as his grey sweatpants had been lowered, his hard, straining cock slapped Oliver’s chin.

“Good morning,” Oliver whispered, pressing his pink tongue into Hudson’s slit.

“I hope you said good morning to my dick too, baby,” I joked, contently leaning on my side to take in the show.

Oliver huffed out a little chuckle. “I did. It’s a very important step.”

“Mhm, I’m sure,” I replied sarcastically.

Oliver blushed, smiling at me bashfully, before returning to his task. He took Hudson’s reddish-purple tip into his mouth, moaning around it.

Hudson’s hips bucked up a little, instinctively seeking the hot and slick hole Oliver was offering. Oliver took him deeper, working up and down the length of his cock.

It was maybe a minute or two before my twin’s eyes fluttered open and his hands found Oliver’s bobbing head.

Hudson groaned, voice rough with sleep, “Hi, sweetheart.” Oliver’s eyes flicked up to find his. “Suck a little harder— yes , just like that. Good boy.”

“Our pet woke up by himself and must’ve gotten lonely,” I said.

Hudson chuckled, “I can see that.”

“He’s such a whore for cum. Isn’t that right, pet?”

Oliver hummed happily around the dick filling his mouth, the vibrations causing Hudson’s thighs to tremble. He gripped Oliver’s hair with both hands, pushing him down until his nose was pressed against his groin. Tears leaked from Oliver’s eyes, but the rest of his face was peaceful.

He gagged, the sensation pulling Hudson’s orgasm suddenly from him. He held Oliver’s head down until he was finished releasing down his throat.

When Oliver pulled off, he wore a fucked-out expression.

“Good morning, Oliver,” Hudson said, using his rough thumb to collect a drop of cum from Oliver’s swollen lips. He pushed his thumb into Oliver’s mouth, moaning lowly when Oliver’s cheeks hollowed to suck the digit. “Perfect as always. Now, is your belly too full with our cum for breakfast or would you like me to make you something?”

“Yes, breakfast, please,” he said sweetly.

* * *

Later, as we sat cuddled up together on the couch, Oliver brought up the reward we’d offered him weeks ago.

“It’s been weeks since then, baby,” Hudson reasoned, an amused grin on his face as he watched Oliver stumble through bringing it up.

Oliver pouted, “But you said you’d never take it away, remember?”

I laughed, “Yeah, we did say that, Hudson.”

“See!” Oliver stuck his tongue out at my brother.

Hudson chuckled, “Okay, okay. What did you want your reward to be?”

Oliver hesitated, looking unsure. Just as I was about to reassure him that he could ask us for anything, he exhaled and avoided our eyes. “I want to go somewhere.”

“Like where, sweetheart?” I questioned, intrigued.

“Maybe…” Oliver hesitated again, biting his cheek. “Maybe… Europe? Like as a vacation?”

I felt Hudson shift beside me, his teasing grin fading into something quieter, more thoughtful, and affectionate. We hadn’t expected that, but I loved the idea of his reward being something so domestic and focused on us spending quality time together.

“Europe, huh?” Hudson said gently, his voice a little more careful now.

Oliver nodded, still not looking at either of us. “I just… I think it’d be nice. Just for a little while. Somewhere warm. Somewhere different.”

I reached out and took his hand, threading our fingers together. “We can do that. Of course, we can do that.”

Hudson smiled as he leaned in and bumped his shoulder against Oliver’s. “Is this one of those subtle ways you’re telling us you want to run around in linen shirts and drink wine on rooftops?”

Oliver’s lip twitched. “Maybe.”

“We’re gonna be so annoying in matching sunglasses,” I teased, giving him a short, sweet kiss. “And I’m absolutely dragging you through every old cathedral we pass.”

He let out a small laugh, finally looking at me. “I don’t care what we do. I just… want to be there with you guys.”

Hudson melted, reaching out and running his fingers through Oliver’s hair. “You should’ve asked sooner, baby. We’ll book it tomorrow.”

I nodded. “Anywhere you want. Lisbon, Barcelona, Rome, Amsterdam. All of them. You say the word.”

Oliver smiled, small and a little shy, like he couldn’t quite believe it. “Okay,” he said, blushing. “Then that’s what I want.”

And just like that, the reward became something so much more.

Oliver looked so small curled between us, like he hadn’t quite meant to ask for something so big, even though it wasn’t big to us. Not really. A plane ride, a hotel, some time off. That was nothing compared to what we were willing to give him. If he wanted the world, we’d find a way to wrap it up for him in tissue paper and ribbon.

I squeezed his hand tighter and tilted my head until he had to look at me. “Hey, pet. Look at me. Good boy. You know you can always ask us for anything, right?”

“I’m not—” he started, then trailed off. “I just didn’t want to ask for too much.”

Hudson made a soft sound in his throat, pulling Oliver’s legs into his lap, hands gentle as they skimmed over his thighs. “You can’t ask for too much,” he said. “There’s no such thing, not from you.”

Oliver’s lips parted like he wanted to argue, but I shushed him. I said, “If you asked us to move to another country tomorrow, we’d do it. If you wanted the kind of life where we disappear and live off the grid in the mountains somewhere? I’d learn how to build a cabin. If you wanted a castle, I’d find one to buy you. If you wanted the moon, I’d start studying rocket science tonight.” Oliver laughed softly in response.

Hudson nodded. “You could say that you want a tiny town in the south of France with a goat and a vineyard, and I’d be booking the flight before you finished the sentence.”

Oliver was staring at us now, wide-eyed and disbelieving, like we were speaking another language. He looked so used to being told no , to being told to shrink himself down just to be tolerated.

I leaned in closer, brushing my thumb along his cheek. “We don’t love you on a budget, baby. There’s no ceiling here. You get everything. You’re ours, which means we will always do anything to care for you or make you happy.”

He blinked a few times, mouth trembling at the edges, and then he ducked his head like he needed to hide from all of it—our words, the weight of being cared for this completely. Hudson was already pulling him in, one arm looping around his back as I tucked myself into his other side, all three of us pressed together on the couch in a mess of limbs, warmth, and too much feeling.

Oliver didn’t say anything for a long moment, but he nuzzled into our sides, a blinding smile on his face.

And that was enough.

It’d always be enough.