Page 188 of Piece Us Together

I tap two fingers against Nolan’s cheek to get him to release me. “Messy boy,” I say when I notice the drool he’s left behind. “Be good for me. Clean that up.”

He does so quickly and efficiently before placing a soft kiss on the tip and sitting back on his heels. I murmur, “Good boy,” because he is, but also because he’s so damn beautiful whenever I say that, now included. I swear, the blue of his eyes brightens beneath those words.

“You and Maison are going to clean up down here and meet me in the bathroom upstairs, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

I lean down, giving him a kiss on the lips. “Go share that with Maison first. Don’t get distracted, though. You have five minutes before I come looking for you.”

He scurries out from under the table and practically climbs in Maison’s lap. Maison has just enough time to ask, “Did you eat enough?” before Nolan is kissing him in a way that the sweet, submissive boy on his knees a few seconds ago would never dare kiss me.

I have a stash of rather indulgent items in the bathroom, all bought with Maison and Nolan in mind—even if back then I was in denial about that. I smirk at my own ridiculousness as I sift through my options and settle on a lavender and chamomile bubble bath that will smell perfect with all the vanilla candles I have.

By the time my boys appear, the bath is filling with bubbles and I’m lighting the last of the candles. The lights are dimmed, helping the flickering flames illuminate the room. I can already tell from the way Maison is slumping against the doorframethat after the bath, he’ll be ready for bed. These past two days have dragged his emotions through the mud. He needs rest. Especially since Nolan’s friends are throwing him a party tomorrow—a party Carter will be attending.

“Can I strip you, sir?” Nolan asks tentatively, eyes wary.

I smile. “I’d like that, yes.”

He practically bounces toward me. I catch Maison smiling behind him. It widens when his gaze lifts to meet mine. I reach out, cupping Nolan’s head and stroking his hair as he begins working on the buttons of my shirt. When I tilt my chin, Maison comes forward. “You want me to undress him?” he asks, stopping behind Nolan.

“No.” I tilt my chin again. “Help him undress me.”

His eyes flash before he comes around Nolan and settles behind me. Nolan starts working my shirt off of me as Maison reaches around to unclasp my belt from behind. When I’m shirtless, Maison starts kissing along the stretch of my shoulders while Nolan lowers to his knees and pulls my socks off. They work together getting my pants and underwear down to my ankles in one swoop.

“Stay,” I tell Nolan quietly, a hand to the top of his head. Maison shuffles back when I turn. He takes an offered hand and lets me help him to his feet. I back him up a few more steps, not wanting it to feel like Nolan is kneeling for him. “How’s your arm?”

“Hurts. It needs to stay dry.”

“I know. I’ve got plastic wrap and we’ll keep it out of the water. Take it out of your sleeve, then let me do the rest.”

Nodding, he carefully works his injured arm out of the sleeve, letting it hang by his side. I make quick work of the sweatshirt after that, smirking when I see he’s not wearing anything under it. I’m not surprised when a moment later I discover he’s nakedbeneath his pants too. He smirks back, his eyes brighter than they’ve been in a long time.

I grab the plastic wrap I mentioned, wrapping his arm just like the internet said. I add an extra layer or two to be safe. Then I place a folded towel on the ledge around the bath and help him climb into the near-full basin. He doesn’t have to be told to rest his arm on the towel, his shoulders relaxing and eyes going heavy-lidded as he watches me start on Nolan.

Our boy is nervous, the anxiety practically vibrating off of him. I’m quick with his undressing, leading him to the tub and telling him to join Maison as I turn each faucet off. I move some of the candles closer to make the area bright enough to read their expression well before climbing in. They left the spot in between them open. I try not to grin at that. I sort of fail. Miserably.

Maison lifts his arm as I settle, wrapping it around my back to rest along the ledge behind me, his fingers skimming Nolan’s shoulder. Nolan turns, hooking his legs over my left one until his knees are dangerously close to my cock, his head tucking against my shoulder.

“I could sit like this with the two of you forever,” I admit with a deep sigh.

“Good,” Maison nearly growls.

Nolan laughs. “Yeah, we didn’t plan on letting you leave, sir. Probably for the best you’re happy about it.”

The water is hot, but the inside of my chest feels even warmer as the words sink in.

“Don’t make us wait,” Maison says when the silence threatens to settle in. “Please?”

“I won’t.” Even as I say that, though, I take a few seconds to organize my thoughts. This isn’t fun kinks and dirty talk. This is big stuff. Important. Dangerous, if not handled correctly. It’s probably sick, but that partly exhilarates me, even as it terrifies me. I’m beyond ready to step into this role.If Maison will let me,that is.“Dr. Singh told me a little more about the self-harm and self-care issues.”

Maison curls in on himself. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Hey, none of that.” I reach a soapy hand up to take his chin, tilting his face toward us. “I love you. All of you. This is a part of you right now. We’re going to work on it. We’re going to make it healthier. And I’m going to love you every second of the process, even if you backslide, even if there are days when you feel like you can’t fucking breathe it’s so hard.”

“We both will,” Nolan adds. “We’ll love you so hard you’ll be sick of us.”

Maison smiles, a little sad, a little ashamed still. “That won’t ever happen.”

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