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“Is he going to make this batch in time?” I asked.

Anton reached under his shirt and flicked his nipples. Chase stifled a moan.

“We should be careful around an open flame,” he said. He did have a point.

“Will these be the best pancakes of our lives, Seb?” Anton gave his nipples a harder squeeze. He held Chase back from falling forward. Anton eyed me. That was a close one. We took it down a notch.

We pulled Chase back from the stove and continued torturing him with our hands and tongues. Chase reached for his spatula, his fingers clawing the edge. He broke free from our clutches just in time to remove the pancakes from the frying pan. Golden brown discs slid onto a plate. His kitchen smelled like the world’s best diner.

Chase calmly put the pancakes on the kitchen table. “Breakfast is served.”

He then proceeded to go over the freezer door and fan the cold air against his face.

When he joined us by the table, he flashed the sweetest smile. He was exceedingly proud of his pancakes and that he got to make them for us, that was obvious.

No guy had ever made me breakfast. Chase was special. What was happening between us was something special.

But I knew that any relationship, no matter how special it seemed, even the one between father and son, could be ripped away at any moment. As great as this morning was, in the back of my mind, I knew things could change in a heartbeat. An extra minute on the frying pan, an extra ounce of flour in the recipe, and the pancakes would be inedible.

Still, I didn’t let that thought echo too loudly in my head. We had a delicious breakfast all laid out for us.

“Let’s eat!” Anton said.

Chase blocked both of us from sitting down. He had a hand on each of our chests.

“Not so fast. You’re not the only ones who get to have fun at breakfast.” He sunk to his knees, pulling down our boxers to the floor with him.

23

ANTON

Two Weeks Later

[Chase edit: Actually, if we’re being precise, it was sixteen days later.]

The past two weeks have been perfection.

Ever since Puzzles and Pizza night, the three of us have clicked on a spectacular level.

We’ve had mindblowing, galaxy shattering fun in the bedroom, Sebastian and I passing Chase back and forth like a joint, Sebastian and Chase worshiping my dick. Why had I never thought to have threesomes on the regular before? There were so many positions, or permutations as Chase liked to say. No matter the permutation, they all ended with the three of us spent and glowing, wrapped in each other’s sweaty arms.

I saw myself not as part of a threesome, but a grand protector. I would do anything for my guys. I wanted to take care of them and use my strength to keep them safe. From what? I wasn’t sure. We were in a very peaceful suburb. But still, they knew that I always had their back.

Even outside the bedroom, we had fun. Chase popped by our office after school a few times. Once, he pretended to be a prospect for cold call practice. (Although I’ve never had a prospect go down on me during a call. That was a fun first.) We surprised him at school during his lunch period. Though no way in hell was I eating South Rock cafeteria food; we did take out. We’ve enjoyed more puzzles and pizza nights together, taking on 1500 and 2000-piece puzzles.

Sebastian and I were also getting closer, the walls that had surrounded him were crumbling down now that our feelings were out in the open. I was seeing a whole new side of him, and I wasn’t just talking about his fine ass. I got to see the vulnerable, tender, unsure of himself sides that he usually hid under his stern demeanor. That he let me see these parts of him only made me care for him more. Chase was the special sauce. He was also a fun onion to unlayer.

Was unlayer a word? Chase said that language was always evolving, so I took it as a yes.

The other times we got sweaty together was at the gym, where we dragged a reluctant Chase. He might’ve been naturally slender and flexible, but everybody needed exercise.

“You got this,” I said to my favorite science teacher.

Currently, he was tackling his first time doing a bench press. I stood over him, hands under the barbell ready to hand off. Sebastian was one bench over doing an incline press.

“Chase, stop looking at my junk,” I told him.

“Stop putting it in my face then.”

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