Taylor
I led the way to our bedroom, making a mental note to thank Carrick when he got back. He was getting the short end of the stick in this relationship, and I felt bad, but it meant a lot that he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness for Zac’s. And for mine, I supposed.
I watched as Zac set the candles around our room and the wine on our nightstand. “Such a romantic.”
“I try,” he said, his cheeks turning pink. I took a step closer and touched his face gently.
“You succeed.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, before pressing my lips to his. We kissed slowly, his hands running up and down my back. There was an underlying passion, but for now we were content just enjoying the moment. I lay down on the bed, pulling him with me.
“I love you so much, Zac.”
“I love you too, Tay. So much.”
I pulled him down to me, kissing his neck, earning a soft moan as I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Make love to me,” I whispered in his ear.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he replied, grinning. The look in his eyes told me he’d understood my choice of words. I shivered and kissed him again, deeper, letting my need come through the sentiment.
Hands wandered as we kissed, pulling at shirts until we lay bare-chested against each other. Zac stared up at me with a primal gleam as he kissed and nipped a trail down my body, pausing at my hips. He grinned up at me, teeth teasing my skin, and his name was all I could manage before he continued to strip me. I buried my fingers in his hair as he licked me slowly from base to tip, holding my gaze the whole time.
My eyes rolled back as he took me all in. I arched my back, cursing under my breath as he started to bob his head. So much for slow and romantic, I thought with a mental chuckle as my hips rose off the bed to meet his mouth. I felt him slide one hand underneath me, and gasped when he pressed a finger against my opening.
“Z-zac… please…” I whimpered. He didn’t make me wait, keeping his eyes on mine as he slid his finger into me slowly. I whimpered, shaking a little; it’d been awhile since we’d done this.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes… good…”
“Good.”
With that he began thrusting slowly, carefully; it didn’t take long for the pleasure to build, and soon I was moaning louder, rocking my hips. Zac held me down with his free hand, speeding up; I tried to keep still, moaning his name.
“Zac… more…”
“Okay, baby.” He pulled back a little, then added a second finger. I groaned and cursed as I pushed my hips against his hand, gripping his hair tightly. “Feels good?”
“Uh huh…” I was panting as I stared up at him, silently begging for more.
“What do you want, baby?” He asked, his hand not stopping.
“Please, Zac… I need you…”
“Okay,” he answered with a smile. Quickly he pulled back and kicked off his jeans and boxers, then laid down on top of me. “Love you, Tay.”
“God, Zac… I love you so much… so much…” I buried my face in his neck, kissing him; I couldn’t get enough. I felt him pulling my legs apart, lining himself up, his tip pressing against me.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes… I love you… please…”
“Love you too.” And with that he thrust fully into me.
I could feel him shaking as I wrapped my arms around him tightly; my eyes watered, both from the sensation of being suddenly filled, and the emotions washing over me. He kissed my tears away, then slowly, gently, began to move his hips. I captured his mouth with mine and kissed him deeply as he built up his pace. I took his left hand in mine, raised it to my lips, and kissed the ring on his finger, all the while holding his eyes.
“Tay… love you…”
“Love you more,” I breathed, placing a hand over his heart.
“Nope,” he replied, shaking his head. “Love you more.”
“Nuh-uh,” I teased, smirking.
“Do too,” he moaned, thrusting harder.
“Do not,” I panted, rolling my hips. Back and forth we went, upping the ante each time, growling, biting, thrusting, moaning. I dragged my nails down his back, squeezing his ass and loving the way he gasped and moaned. I reached back, teasing him with my fingers, and nibbled his ear.
“Tay,” he whimpered.
“Love you more,” I whispered in his ear as I slid a finger inside him.
“Nope.” He shook his head, panting as I thrust into him at the same pace he was using on me.
“Yes,” I insisted, adding a second finger.
“No,” he replied, more whimper than word. I rolled to my side, flipping us over; he whimpered again, shivering. I pulled myself off of him and positioned myself between his legs, sliding in without hesitation.
“Fuck! God, Tay…”
I leaned over him, kissing him deeply. He ran his nails up and down my back, digging them into my ass and pulling me closer. If he wanted more, I was more than willing to oblige; I lifted his legs and angled him back, hitting him right where I knew he loved it most. He cursed and growled, staring up at me with wide, hungry eyes.
I placed a hand on his chest, over his heart. “Love you more.”
“Tay…”
I trailed my hand down his chest, over his stomach, wrapping it around him; he moaned and whimpered as I twisted my wrist, matching my pace. I leaned down to kiss him; he moaned against my mouth, running his hands through my hair. I kissed him until I couldn’t breathe, then leaned my forehead against him, staring into his eyes so intently I swore I could see his soul.
“Come for me, love,” I whispered.
“I’m gonna…”
“I know… me too…” I sped up, our hips crashing almost painfully. “Zac,” I moaned, shuddering as I felt my climax hit. Zac cried out, reaching his own end. We stared each other down as we shared each ragged breath, beads of sweat rolling from temple to jaw. Slowly the world came back into focus, and we collapsed to the bed.
“I… win…” I panted, smirking. Beside me, Zac chuckled.
“I guess you do… this time.”
I looked over at him, so painfully beautiful in the candlelight, cheeks flushed, hair damp, lips swollen. I leaned close, flicking my tongue out at the tip of his nose.
“Mrew,” I said softly, smirking.
Slowly, Zac smiled and shook his head. “You… are a weirdo. And I love you.”
“I love you too,” I sighed, pulling out and settling next to him.
“So, good night?”
“Yes.” I smiled, and touched his cheek.
“I’m glad.”
I took his hand in mine, running my fingertips over his ring, and felt a tinge of sadness. It made me happier than anything in the world to see that silver band, but I wished it carried the meaning it was meant to.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I replied, shaking my head, but of course he didn’t buy it.
“Taylor. Talk.”
“Same old stuff,” I sighed. “I wish we could…” I looked up at him, still touching the ring. “You know.”
“I know baby. me too.”
“And… and you really would?” I bit my lip; I knew what he would say, but hearing it out loud made it more real somehow. He stared at me intently, and I could feel the love in his gaze.
“Yes, I would.” He pulled me close and I smiled, snuggling up to him. It still hurt that we couldn’t really get married, couldn’t profess our love before friends and family. But knowing that he would if we could, it made it a little easier.
“This is nice… just the two of us.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding.
“It’s weird though,” I added, smirking. “I’ve gotten so used to having Carrick with us.”
“Yeah… it’s definitely a lot quieter without him here.”
“I’ll say,” I laughed. Carrick was great to have around, but he definitely upped the overall energy, and volume, of the household.
“He’s… something else, isn’t he?” Zac chuckled, and I snorted in amused agreement. I thought about it, though, about him, and smiled.
“Yeah… he is.”
“I really do like that you two are getting along better, though,” Zac said with a contented sigh. I nodded, but then turned to him.
“You know you come first though, right?” I asked.
“I know.”
“Good,” I said, nodding. This… relationship between the three of us was complicated to say the least, but I wanted to be sure Zac knew who my heart truly belonged to.
“It’s kinda weird though, seeing you guys together. But it… it kinda makes me happy, too.”
“I’m glad,” I said, smiling. “I… I like him.” I felt my cheeks heating up, and Zac giggled.
“Aw, does Tay have a crush?” He teased; I blushed harder, giving him a shove. “You totally do!”
“Nuh-uh,” I replied, rolling my eyes, but he kept at it, giggling when I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Yes you do. Taylor… you can tell me.”
“Maybe… a little…” I admitted with a guilty smirk.
“I think he likes you too,” Zac said, grinning.
I smirked, then mock-gasped. “You think so? Really? Does he ever talk about me?”
“He may have mentioned you… once or twice…”
“Oh yeah?” I giggled, trying to hide how genuinely curious I was. “What’d he say?”
“He said you were…” Zac made a show of looking around, then lowering his voice to a whisper. “…Sexy.”
“He did not!” I gasped.
“He totally did!”
“Totally?” We fell into a fit of giggles, but I stopped suddenly.
“What?” Zac asked, tilting his head at me.
“Um… I think I’m a little too good at that,” I admitted with a nervous laugh.
“I’m just as bad though. Let’s face it, Tay. We’re girls.”
“Are not,” I spat, then realized how girly my response sounded. I cleared my throat and tried again. “No,” I said in my best ‘manly’ voice. “No we are not. We’re men, damn it!”
“Right,” Zac agreed, nodding and puffing out his chest. “Manly men,” he went on, and I had to stifle my laugh. “Manly men who have lots of sex with other men.” He couldn’t get through it without breaking into laughter again.
“So wait,” I said after taking a minute to calm down. “Did he really say that?” I bit my lip, knowing full well how much I probably resembled a giddy fangirl.
“Yup, he really did. You’ve got it bad for him,” Zac added, giggling.
“I’ve got it worse for you.”
“Well, be that as it may… it’s really cute.”
I smiled, and licked the tip of Zac’s nose. I still didn’t fully understand why he wanted his two boyfriends to hook up, but if it made him happy, that was enough reason for me.
“Seriously, though,” he went on. “I want you guys to… get along. And to… like each other. I think that will help, too. Help us make this work.”
“I think so too,” I agreed with a smile.
“Good. Not to mention…” He paused, and smirked. “You guys are fucking hot together.”
“Maybe the three of us should make a porno,” I joked, biting my lip.
“I bet we could make a ton of money,” he laughed.
“The fans.. oh god…”
“They would love it, and you know it,” he giggled. “We should at least make one for, um… our own usage…”
“You think?” I bit my lip, thinking. The idea was definitely an exciting one.
“Yeah. That would be hot as hell. Well, at least you and Carrick; not so much my fat ass.”
“Hey!” I playfully smacked him, but he should’ve known better.
“I’m just saying, you’re both way better looking than me.”
“Zac,” I warned him, and he sighed.
“Okay, okay.” He got quiet for a moment, looking lost in thought.
“What’s up?”
“Just… thinking…” He smirked, his eyes taking on an evil gleam.
“Tell me!” I prodded, poking him.
“Well… I was just thinking how…” He lowered his voice, but I could still make out his words. “Someone really needs to top the hell out of Carrick.”
“What was that?” I teased, smirking.
“You heard me.”
“I did.” I smiled, leaning close. “And I think you’re right.”
Zac
Maybe we’d had too much wine, too much sex or both, but Taylor and I were both acting ridiculous. Still, I couldn’t resist the urge to play along and carry out this fantasy about Carrick to its logical conclusion.
“Well…” I said, drawing the word out. “What if two someones topped him?”
“Oh.” Tay’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I wondered if he was only being silly and wasn’t going to keep playing along. “Oh my.”
“I don’t hear an objection,” I remarked, smirking.
“No,” Tay breathed out. “No you don’t.”
“We could… give him a dose of his own medicine, you know?”
Tay giggled. “Maybe wipe that smug grin off his face for once?”
“Exactly,” I replied. Giggling myself, I added, “You know… we’re always saying he’s our pet…”
“Uh huh…” Tay replied, and I hoped he would follow my train of thought without me having to say it. We might have played at something resembling BDSM, but surely there was a line somewhere that I shouldn’t cross.
“Well…” I said, when it was obvious that Tay was going to make me say it. “Let’s really make him our pet.”
“Oh?” Tay tilted his head to the side, and I could practically see and hear the wheels turning until realization finally hit him. “Oh..”
“I mean, it doesn’t have to be like… that weird…” I backpedaled, then mumbled, “But… it could be hot?”
“Yeah,” Tay breathed out, his agreement surprising me. “What did you have in mind?”
I shrugged. “Hadn’t given it that much thought. The idea kinda just came to me.”
“Hmm,” he replied, smirking a little. “Well, you’ve gotten me interested.”
I was surprised at how readily Taylor seemed to accept my perverted idea. Was he just playing along? He didn’t really want to do this, did he? If I kept talking, surely I would eventually find his limit.
“Well,” I said, still considering my options and wondering how far I could go before Tay balked. “I mean, we’re gonna need some… restraints or something. We could just tie him up and make him watch.”
Tay snorted, then looked a bit thoughtful. “Umm… Zac?”
“Yes?”
“When you said… make him our pet…”
And there it was. Taylor was going to call my bluff. “Y-yeah?”
“I mean… well… how far did you want to take that?”
“Umm,” I squeaked out. “I dunno… how far would you be willing to take it?”
Tay smirked. “I asked you first.”
“Well,” I said, deciding to just go for it. I couldn’t get much sicker than being in love with my brother, after all. Did he have room to judge anything that turned me on? “I may have googled some stuff…”
“Oh yeah?” Tay asked, and I nodded. “Such as?”
I blushed. “Umm… apparently there are people who like… roleplay as puppies and stuff.”
“Puppy play?” Tay asked, his eyes wide.
“Y-you… you’ve heard of it?” I wasn’t sure why that surprised me. Taylor had proven himself more experienced, more knowledgeable than me dozens of times. Apparently he was just as depraved, too.
He blushed and mumbled, “You find stuff online…”
“Yeah, I bet you do,” I replied, nudging him. “Just how kinky are you, Tay?”
Tay shrugged. “My limits… umm, I’ll let you know when I find ‘em?”
“Same to you.” I chuckled. I didn’t know why I had been so worried what he would think of me. To others he might have seemed reserved, even prudish at times, but I knew the truth. After a moment, I added, “And I’m pretty sure Carrick just doesn’t have any.”
Taylor snorted his agreement. He might have been laughing along with me, but Taylor’s refusal to name any sort of limits made me wonder. Was this really all a joke to him? Would he really go along with my plan–which I was realizing was a real plan and not just a joke–to try something new on Carrick? There was only one way to find out, I supposed.
“So, umm,” I said, clearing my throat. “I may or may not exactly tell him this is gonna happen. Surprises are fun, right?”
Taylor chuckled. “Does this mean we’ll be doing some shopping tomorrow?”
“I’ve already got a few websites bookmarked,” I admitted.
Tay mumbled my name and shook his head. I gave him a questioning look and he finally asked, “You’ve really let loose, huh?”
“I guess so,” I replied.
He leaned in closer and let his teeth graze my ear. “I think I like it.”
“Yeah?” I asked, already knowing the answer but hoping to get even more of a reaction out of him.
“Yeah,” he echoed, his mouth now on my throat, teeth sinking into my flesh.
I moaned loudly, before finally managing to reply, “Good.”
Tay tangled his hands in my hair as he continued his assault on my neck.
“Mmm, apparently you really like it…” I gasped out.
“Mhm,” Tay said, then finally pulled back and gave me a more serious look. “So, you’ve thought about this?”
I felt my face heating up under his stare. “A little bit.”
“Hmm, how much is a little?”
I shrugged, my face feeling like it was going to actually sprout flames at any second.
“Well, what did you learn?” Tay asked. “Like, how much do you know about it?”
“Not that much,” I admitted. “I mean, I was mostly just reading about like… BDSM stuff… and then I found that. Kinda took me by surprise. And then, you know, it reminded me of us saying that about Carrick…”
“Yeah,” Taylor agreed, the word coming out as a little snort of laughter.
“And uh… it sounded kinda hot,” I admitted.
Rather than replying with words, Taylor nodded his agreement, then leaned in and ran his tongue up the side of my neck.
“So umm… you’re… into doing this?” I asked, although the soft purr coming from Taylor suggested that he definitely was.
“Mmm, I think so, yeah.”
“Good,” I replied. “Carrick’s going to be very surprised…”
Tay chuckled. “I’d say so.”
“Tay,” I said softly. “I’m glad you’re not like… weirded out by this.”
“Trust me, I’ve seen weirder,” he replied. When I just stared at him, he added, “You don’t wanna know.”
Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I did. Taylor always managed to surprise me with just how many layers there were to him… how much perversion was lurking beneath the perfect husband and father role he’d played for so many years.
As if to stop me questioning that perversion by distracting me, he licked the tip of my nose and said, “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” I replied a bit monotone, hoping he knew we weren’t done discussing his kinks.
“So… Carrick’s gonna be our puppy, hmm?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, nodding. I guess we really were doing this. I didn’t think Carrick would have a problem with it, but it was still a bit crazy to think about.
“It’s a big responsibility, you know,” Tay said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
I giggled. “I think we can handle it.”
“I think so too.” Taylor smiled. After a thoughtful pause, he added, “I’ve never… done that. Read about it a little.”
“Yeah? You have?” I asked, surprised once again. When he just nodded and blushed bright red, I prodded him. “Well…?”
“Well, it’s definitely hot…” He said. “But I don’t feel much like a dog. More like a…”
“Kitten,” I finished for him. He blushed even more, and I giggled. “Which is adorable, by the way. So I have a puppy and a kitten.”
“Mrew?” Taylor offered, then smirked.
“So…” I said, struggling to stifle my giggles. “Umm, what do you wanna do to Carrick?”
“Hmm,” Taylor began, “he smirks too much. We need to fix that.”
I grinned. “So, we gag him.”
“Muzzle,” Taylor corrected. “He is our puppy after all. Hmm, what else…”
“He needs a collar…” I suggested.
“Oh, definitely,” Tay said. “With a leash.”
“Yes,” I replied, really getting into this plan now. “And I still say we should just tie him up and make him watch. If he’s good, he can join in.”
“Agreed.”
We both fell silent for a moment, probably both wondering just how far to take things. When it seemed clear that Tay wasn’t going to say anything else, I said, “And, umm, when I was looking this stuff up…”
I trailed off, and Taylor gave me an encouraging smile. “Talk to me, baby.”
“I found, umm… tails,” I mumbled.
To my surprise, Tay just chuckled. “Oh, of course.”
“What?” I breathed out, surprised. “You… you know what I mean?”
“Well, yeah,” Tay replied, blushing. “I told you; you find stuff online.”
I shook my head, more in amusement than disbelief. “I keep forgetting… you’re so much kinkier than me. At least, you already know more about this stuff than I do.”
“Only in theory,” he corrected. Of course I knew that; the reserved, perfect father thing wasn’t entirely an act. Even though he had acted so experienced online, before I even knew it was him, he wasn’t really. He just hadn’t locked himself up inside and totally denied all of his desires for years like I had.
“So, umm,” I said, clearing my throat and trying to clear those thoughts out of my mind. “Yeah, I think we should get him a… a tail.”
“Mhm,” Tay agreed. “And maybe some paws. And kneepads are a good idea. Don’t wanna hurt him… too much.”
I just nodded, shocked again to see Taylor so easily rattling off this list of kinky supplies like it was nothing stranger than a grocery list.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” He asked me.
“Yeah,” I said. “Definitely. And… and you are too, right?”
He nodded eagerly. “Oh, yeah.”
“I love how kinky you are,” I said, giggling.
Tay just gave me a shy smile and nuzzled my neck. So kinky, yet so sweet. He was a mixture of contradictions, but I wouldn’t have had him any other way. Sure, it was confusing, but it was him.
“Seriously, Tay,” I said. “You’re kinda perfect, you know that?”
He shook his head. “Am not.”
“Well, you don’t think I’m weird for… all the reasons you probably should,” I replied, chuckling a little to diffuse the seriousness of this line of conversation.
“I’m probably weirder…” He replied.
“Well, we’re weird together,” I replied. “And I like that.”
Tay nodded and looked right into my eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”