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“Me?” His eyes widen with surprise.
“When you’re near me, when you let me touch you, fuck you, and I feel your hands on me, the sensation disappears,” I confess.
“Not today.” He looks down at his hands on his lap. He hasn’t touched me since the hospital, when I jerked back. I grab his hand and kiss each finger before placing his palm on my cheek. He sighs, like the contact soothes him as well.
“I don’t know what happened today. I’ve never felt this level of pain. Not since I was a kid. Hearing about Meg, it took me back to what happened to my mother. How I lost her because of what I did. I couldn’t protect her, just like I couldn’t protect Meg.” I pause as sorrow falls silently in my heart. The prickling tries to come back, but I wrap my arms around Lori and hold him tightly against me, taking a giant hit of lilies and pushing the unwanted feeling away. “It was, it still—it hurts.”
“I know.” His voice is filled with tears.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this. But it turns out all I needed is you.”
His wet smile is filled with joy as he brushes his fingers over my short beard, nose, and eyebrows. I sigh at feeling his calming touch on me again. When he gets to my lips, I nip his thumb. He giggles and gives a light peck on my mouth.
“Is what Sari said true? About you and Bez?”
I search my memory. “You mean the fact that Bez doesn’t come out much?”
He nods.
“It’s true. He doesn’t like my family.”
“They are boring and annoying,” Bez clarifies.
“You don’t like anybody,” I tell him.
“But my Little Wasp,” he adds.
Lori bites his lower lip, and I might be wrong, but I think seeing me and Bez interact like this with him turns him on.
“Is he coming out more because of me?” He knows the answer already, he just wants to hear it from us.
“Yes. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw your round ass bouncing in front of my eyes,” Bez crassly says.
“You’ve been fucking me both at the same time lately. Why didn’t Bez come out before?” he asks in a low tone.
“What, you prefer Bez?” I can’t hide the bitterness in my voice. Since Lori came into my life, I’ve let emotions govern me once again, especially when I’m around him.
“Are you jealous?” Lori seems shocked, while Bez snorts. “How can you be jealous of an identity that your mind created?”
“Answer the question,” I insist, not wanting to analyze how what Lori just said makes perfect sense.
Everything about him becomes uncharacteristically hesitant. “I love to be taken by both of you because it’s you. Gabe, Bez, I don’t care. It’s you. I love both my boys.”
Everything stills except my heart that tries to claw its way out of my chest.
“Of course, you do. You’re ours,” Bez replies smugly.
“You love both of us?” I feel a weird stretch on my lips, and judging by Lori’s starstruck look, I might be smiling. But how can I not when I discover that my love is reciprocated?
“I did it!” He raises both arms in the air. “Blimey. Your smile is a lethal weapon.” He suddenly frowns. “Don’t you dare do it with anybody else. Only me!”
“You’ve seen Bez smile many times.”
“He smirks. It's different. You are different, I’ve never thought I could love two men at the same time. In the past, I got easily bored with one; two seemed double the boredom. I was wrong. I was just waiting for you two, I guess. Love is not finite. The best thing about it is that there’s always more to give.”
Fuck. My Lori is just amazing. “Promise?” I echo his word. The longing in my voice is clear.
He straddles me. Cups my face in his tiny hands and whispers with a thick voice against my lips, “Promise.” Then he kisses me. With his arms wrapped tightly around my neck, legs squeezing my hips, and lips devouring mine, Lori seems to say, “Don’t leave me.” And I never will.
