Page 29 of Finding Ash
“It went okay. They’re gonna stay until Monday. I promised we’d have dinner with them this week. Just them, not half the town.”
Remy smiled. “This is a combination of some of my stuff and groceries we picked up. Ash and I decided a home-cooked meal in our new home was warranted, so we’re gonna cook for you.”
“That sounds wonderful. Ash, why don’t you help Remy get settled in and I’ll man the front?” I wadded upthe sign I’d made and happily threw it away. Leave it to my boys to return with a wonderful surprise. I couldn’t wait to see what culinary masterpiece they would create together.
They both came down at closing and helped me clean and sanitize as we did nightly.
“Dinner is in the oven.” Remy gave me a proper greeting with a hug and a kiss and whispered. “Ash may not be ready for more, but I am.” Then he flittered off to start the dishwasher and left me with that fresh thought.
Was I? I hadn’t been with another in twenty-five years. Hell, Sammy was my one and only.
But yes, yes I was. But how would Ash react? Would it bother him to watch Remy and I engaged in sexual activities? Would he join in, or would he leave? This warranted a conversation before a single act took place. Over dinner would be the best time, but how to bring it up?Hey, pass the potatoes, and by the way, Remy and I are going to get each other off tonight.Yeah, definitely not the way to go.
“Boys, it smells wonderful,” I announced as we entered the apartment. “I can’t wait. Let me get changed and I’ll be right out.” When I returned they had the table set, lit candles included. “Well, what do we have here?”
Ash blushed, and Remy spoke for them. “Ash wanted pasta, so I got mom’s manicotti recipe, and this is our attempt at replicating it. Hopefully it tastes as good as hersdid. There’s garlic bread and salad too. We didn’t know what kind of dressing you liked, so we picked up a couple different ones.”
“This is fabulous. I love Italian food and will eat just about anything. Except for Brussel sprouts.” The disgust on their faces was enough to tell me we were all in agreement on that one. “Shall we?”
That first bite transported me back to a trip Sammy and I took to Italy before he got sick. We stayed in a wonderful villa for the ten days we visited, reading and relaxing. Poking our heads into various shops and bistros, something we rarely did given our hectic schedules. Who knew that would be the last trip we’d take together? We received Sammy’s diagnosis not long after.
“This is delicious. Feel free to surprise me with home-cooked meals anytime you wish. Thank you both.” Now to address the elephant in my head. “Ash, Remy has expressed to me that he’s ready to explore a more sexual relationship.”
His face reddened. “I-I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
“And that’s fine, sweetheart, you don’t need to be. But would you be uncomfortable or upset if Remy and I engaged in sexual activity with each other?” Remy’s headbobbed back and forth between us, weighing every reaction from Ash.
“I don’t know. We can, we can try it and see. If I don’t like it I can just leave the room.”
I hated to see that happen. This was a poly relationship, which meant the three of us must be comfortable with all things taking place between us, but I’d not push Ash into an uncomfortable position. We’d just have to wait if he wasn’t ready.
“Hopefully it won’t come to that, but it might answer some of the questions swirling around in that busy brain of yours.” Another blush, so I hit that one on the mark. This may enlighten him, or it may not. “Not every relationship is of a sexual nature, Ash, and that’s fine. Don’t push yourself to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I can assure you Remy and I will love you whether you engage sexually or not with us.”
“It’s true, Ash. But I’m ready to try more. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, and I’d like to be there. I’m never going to know what I do, or don’t want to do, if I’m not introduced to it.”
“Very true, my love.”
Remy shrugged. “I don’t know if I’m a top or bottom.”
“What’s that?”
This sweet, innocent boy. “A top is the partner penetrating the other. The bottom is the one being penetrated. I’m verse, and though for the most part I’ve topped, I do enjoy bottoming from time to time.”
“Good to know,” Remy chimed in. “I’m not sure what I’ll prefer, so does that mean you’ll let me try it both ways?”
“Absolutely, sweetheart. But given your lack of experience, I think it’s best we start off with non-penetrative sex and work up to it.”
“Non-penetrative sex?” Ash asked.
“Yes. Hand jobs, frotting, oral sex.” And a deeper blush, one of a scarier shade I was afraid would lead to Ash passing out again. “Deep breath, sweet boy. You do not have to engage in anything you’re not comfortable with. But Remy and I would like to share that intimacy with one another, and we’d like you to be there and be a part of it even if you’re not participating. Will that be okay with you?” He’d previously answered this, but with the details somewhat laid out, it was important to me to verify he’d not changed his mind.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll um, I’ll watch?”
Not sure having that come out in a question form was good, but we’ll gauge his reaction tonight when Remy and I test the waters, so to speak. I just hoped jealousy and disgust weren’t two emotions he felt as things heated up.
Remy was far too delighted, smiling wide while Ash’s eyes were glued to his plate as if he found something fascinating on it. I didn’t want to test limits, but at the same time we’d reached the point of needing to, and considering both my boys were virgins, it could go either way. Interesting was the best way to put it, I guess.
