by T. M. Smith
They both still worried about the potential setback the fucked up family reunion would cause Mattie and his progress. So they contacted Dr. Elliot and shared their idea with her, wanting her professional opinion. Perhaps they were wrong and such an event would cause irreparable damage to Mattie’s psyche. She agreed that it was an unresolved issue that was holding Mattie back, stopping him from completely moving past that dark part of his life. She also agreed with Mattie, she did not think just showing up on their doorstep was the best solution.
In a strange turn of events, Dr. Elliot contacted the Carlsons and spoke at length with them about what it was Mattie wanted. They were adamant at first that they did not have a son, until Dr. Elliot stated that wasn’t what the records on file at the local court house reflected. Mattie’s father then stated that their son was sick and troubled and had run away from home a few years back. They hadn’t seen or heard from him since. When she shared that little detail with Victor and Andrew, Victor went into a rage and wound up having to replace several items in Dr. Elliot’s office before they left that day, including an antique armoire that splintered under the weight of Victor’s fist.
“Maybe we should schedule you an appointment as well Mr. Dimir? Anger management perhaps?” Dr. Elliot asked, trying her hardest not to grin.
Several phone calls later, including one from Victor’s lawyer, and the Carlsons agreed that Matthew, Dr. Elliot and Matthew’s employer could come to their house on a certain day at a specific time to speak with them and get a small box of personal items they had that belonged to Matthew.
They made the two hour drive in virtual silence. Mattie’s mood had been somber since he woke that morning, but as they drove closer to his childhood home, Mattie seemed to be almost in a catatonic state. Victor was less than pleased that he would have to wait in the truck, fidgeting like a five year old on a road trip while he watched Dr. Elliot lead the way up the sidewalk, with Mattie and Andrew following behind. They knocked, the door opened and the three of them disappeared inside.
Victor watched the hands on his watch, swearing they moved backwards as he waited and waited. It felt like hours before he saw the door open. He jumped out of the truck, eager for Mattie to see his smiling face waiting for him. But no one came out. He could see Andrew’s side, he was standing next to Mattie whose back was to the door, and he wondered what the hell they were doing. And then he heard Mattie shouting and that was it. He raced down the sidewalk and up the steps, stopping in the doorway behind Mattie.
Andrew’s posture was rigid, his eyes were black orbs full of rage and anger, very unlike his usually brilliant blue. Mattie was panting like he’d just run a marathon. He followed Andrew’s glare that was aimed at the two people standing about ten feet inside the house. The woman was petite with long blonde hair and big brown eyes, just like Mattie. The man was tall and menacing with a pot belly and a receding hair line. They both scowled and wore matching looks of disdain.
“Why?” Mattie croaked. Victor winced at the broken tone he heard in his partner’s voice. He wanted nothing more than to grab Mattie and wrap him up in his arms, but he waited to see if the fuckers would answer him or not.
“You had one job Mom, one! To love me unconditionally. Why couldn’t you?!” Mattie’s chest heaved. And yet, there was deafening silence surrounding them.
Andrew moved closer and placed a hand on Mattie’s shoulder. “Mattie, we got what we came for,” he held a small box under his arm. “I don’t think that is a question she will ever answer. Let’s go.”
Mattie stared at them long and hard before nodding. Victor stepped sideways to allow Andrew to pull Mattie out the front door followed by Dr. Elliot. He glared at the two people that had created the kind, gentle, beautiful, loving person that he was so proud to call his with nothing but hatred and contempt. As he was closing the door, Victor paused and looked up into the eyes of Mattie’s father, “Să te ia dracu`.” and with that he closed the door and jogged after his men.
Mattie fell asleep with his head on Andrew’s shoulder on the drive back to Mamaroneck while Victor drove, stealing glances at them in the rearview mirror. He almost forgot the Doc was with them until she spoke from the passenger’s seat. “What was that you said to them Victor, before you closed the door?”
“Să te ia dracu`,” he said.
She waited a few seconds before adding, “In English please.”
Victor glanced her way, “May the devil take you.”
~ Chapter 11 | Moving on ~
Andrew carried Mattie into the house, up the stairs and put his exhausted body into their bed when they arrived home that night. He gently removed Mattie’s coat and shoes though he was certain a tornado could have blown through the house right then and Mattie would sleep through it. When he went downstairs he found Victor sitting at the kitchen island with the contents of the box they took from Mattie’s parents spread out in front of him.
“Vic, baby. Don’t you think we should have let him open that first?” he asked, leaning forward and kissing Victor’s cheek. “Shit. Well, since you opened it, what do we have?”
The box was very small, the size of a shoe box, far too small to hold sixteen years’ worth of life. Spread out in front of Victor was Mattie’s birth certificate, social security card, what looked like report cards and a series of pictures. Victor had already arranged them in chronological order from birth to what Andrew assumed was a year book picture. Sixteen years in pictures stared back at them. Mattie’s white blonde hair when he was a boy, always a smile and those sparkling brown eyes. But as the pictures grew, the sparkle started to slowly fade. And then it hit Andrew, most of the images were cut out of other pictures. A five year old Mattie was obviously sitting on someone’s lap, he could see the arms wrapped around his tiny belly, but Mattie had been cut out of the rest of the image.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! They literally cut him out of their lives!” Andrew barked.
“I do not understand any of this Andy. Who do this? Why? He is so kind, so beautiful. His soul, his heart, they so big. Why they do this?” Victor turned and wrapped his arms around Andrew, holding him tight and burying his head in Andrew’s neck. He couldn’t be certain, but Andrew thought Victor was crying. His big body shook in Andrew’s arms so he just held him close and let him get it out.
“Guys.” Mattie’s voice broke through the little bubble they’d retreated to and their heads shot up at the sound of it.
“Hey.” Andrew said, turning and managing a smile. “How you feeling sweetie?”
“I’m okay.” Mattie said the words, but they didn’t sound very convincing. He made his way over to where Victor and Andrew stood, sliding right into the space between their bodies, as if drawn there like a magnet. He looked down at the mess of images and sighed, “Just get rid of them, all I need is my birth certificate and social security card. The rest, it doesn’t matter anymore. My life, it’s here with you,” he stood on his tiptoes to kiss Victor’s chin, “and you.” He turned and kissed Andrew.
“You hungry?” Victor asked. Mattie shook his head and turned to head back upstairs. Victor caught his hand and pulled him back to him. “You need to eat. Some soup?”
Mattie conceded and while Andrew warmed up some Tomato bisque he grabbed a bottle of apple juice from the fridge. When he sat down in the chair next to Victor, he saw that Victor had shoved everything back into the box and tossed it over onto the chair on his other side.
They ate in silence before cleaning up and heading upstairs to watch a movie in bed. Victor quickly vetoed Mattie’s choice, Terms of Endearment, insisting that it was a comedy or nothing. They finally all agreed on Talladega Nights, curling up in the bed and starting the movie. Mattie even laughed a couple of times before turning on his side and falling asleep with his head on Victor’s chest.
The movie had long since ended, Andrew was passed out on the other side of the bed, lying on his back with his arm thrown over his head as usual, and Mattie was curled up in between
them. Victor flipped over to the news and sat watching that for a while, unsure why he was still wide awake. Mattie mumbled something in his sleep, his body shifting closer to Victor’s. He sat the remote down on the bed before turning onto his side, facing Mattie. Victor reached out and brushed the stray strands of blonde off Mattie’s peaceful face, tucking them behind his ear. It wasn’t often his youngest lover was this quiet, or this still, so Victor enjoyed the opportunity to explore Mattie’s features freely.
Victor traced the outline of Mattie’s face with his fingers, his eyes, down the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the strong line of his jaw and following the soft skin over his neck. Again, he wondered how anyone could have this young man in their life and not cherish every minute. When he brought his eyes back to Mattie’s face, he was met with a sleepy, half lidded smile.
“Hey beautiful, I did not mean to wake you.”
“S’okay.” Mattie slurred, still floating somewhere between sleep and consciousness. He reached up and slid his hand around to the back of Victor’s neck, pulling him close and meeting him half way, their lips connecting in a soft kiss. Victor held still for a few seconds, letting Mattie decide whether or not to deepen the kiss. He pressed his smaller body into the curve of Victor’s, tightening his hold on his neck before opening his mouth and sliding his tongue along the seam of Victor’s lips.
Victor not only opened his mouth and let Mattie in; he tilted his head allowing for deeper access as they explored each other’s mouths with vigor. His arms wrapped around Mattie’s waist at the same time Mattie draped his leg over Victor’s hip, effectively eliminating any space between them. Mattie was making some of the most delicious sounds, little moans and gasps that Victor greedily swallowed.
He didn’t know how far he should take this impromptu make out session, still uncertain about taking that final step with Mattie. There were several concerns Victor had at that moment. First, Andrew was asleep, albeit he was in the bed with them, but he was still asleep. Second, they might not be in the right mindset to carry this any further. With everything that had happened earlier in the day and all, Mattie could be grasping at any form of human contact to erase the memory. And third, neither of them had penetrated Mattie fully as of yet.
They’d played with fingers, hands and an occasional toy, wanting to give Mattie’s body ample time to acclimate to sex, especially after what he’d been through the one and only time he’d been penetrated.
The way Mattie was rubbing his body up against Victor, the feel of Mattie’s tongue as it danced with his, and those fucking little kitten sounds he was making were making it awful damn hard for Victor not to strip him naked, roll him over and bury himself balls deep in his ass right that minute. It did not help matters in the least when Mattie snaked his hand inside Victor’s pants, fisting his cock and setting up a steady jerk from root to tip.
Victor pulled his mouth off Mattie’s and stared down into those huge brown eyes, swimming with need. Mattie began to stroke him faster and Victor hissed, “Mattie, you make this very hard for me to say no.”
“Then don’t,” Mattie whispered, his breath hot and intoxicating on Victor’s face. Mattie didn’t even flinch when he felt hands touch his back and glide up to his shoulders. Andrew scooted closer, his body inching in behind Mattie, he leaned in and nipped Mattie’s collar bone, causing him to gasp.
“Are you sure Mattie?” Andrew reinforced Victor’s concerns with his question.
“Yes, I’m sure. I love you both and I trust you. It’s been six goddamn months and I’m tired of waiting. If one of you doesn’t fuck me now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind!” And just to prove he was serious; Mattie thrust his hips forward, his hard cock rubbing up against Victor’s. Then thrust back and felt the hard length of Andrew along his crease. “Please. Please. Stop telling me how you feel and show me,” Mattie pleaded.
It was a tug of war almost, Mattie seeming to have his mind set on Victor taking him first. Not listening to his lovers until they pushed him down on the bed, sitting up on their knees in front of him, lining their hard cocks up side by side. Mattie swallowed hard at the sight, but finally relented when he saw that dancing next to each other; Victor’s dick was indeed a few inches longer and definitely thicker than Andrew’s was.
Victor grabbed the pillows and laid two of them at the edge of the bed, tossing another toward the middle. He moved Mattie’s body until he lay with his head on the pillows at the edge of the bed, his ass on the other. Victor was on his knees on the floor next to the bed, looking down into Mattie’s eyes. Andrew leaned over him, running his hands over Mattie’s body, making his skin tingle. Victor tossed a bottle of lube to Andrew who caught it mid-air, popped the top and squirted a generous amount into his hand. Mattie watched enraptured as Andrew greased up his cock, his own dick twitching, his hole quivering in anticipation.
Moving closer, Andrew lifted one of Mattie’s legs and placed it over his shoulder and then Mattie felt the tip of his lubed finger circling his hole. Mattie sighed and closed his eyes on a groan as that finger slowly slid inside him. He felt Victor’s breath on his face just before he kissed one eyelid, then the other, moving down and kissing Mattie’s nose before claiming his mouth. Even at the reverse angle, Victor’s kiss was wicked and toe curling. Or perhaps it was the two fingers Andrew was twisting around inside him, grazing his prostate with every pull that had his toes curling and his back bowing up off the bed.
Mattie was so wrapped up in the cacophony of sensations invading his senses that he didn’t even realize Andrew had replaced his fingers with his cock until he felt the head slide past the first, tight ring of muscles. “Fuck!” he cried out as the burn increased. He felt so full and stretched beyond capacity, he wrapped his legs around Andrew’s waist, his thighs bracketing Andrew’s hips as Andrew painfully, slowly slid into his body.
“Andy, do not move, give him a minute.” Victor’s gravelly voice penetrated the fog in Mattie’s mind and he blinked his eyes open. He stared up into Andrew’s glassy eyes, feeling a little bit of satisfaction at that blissed outlook, knowing he put it there. The burn began to fade so Mattie wiggled his hips a little, telling Andrew with his body that he was ready for more.
It still hurt a little, but the pain quickly gave way to pleasure and soon Andrew was driving into him at a steady pace, rocking Mattie’s body back and forth on the bed. Victor held onto Mattie’s shoulders and the three of them took turns kissing. When there was not a pair of lips to latch onto, because they were already otherwise occupied, they caught the first thing their mouth would reach. Necks, shoulder, ears, anything covered in skin, to kiss and suck. While Mattie wanted the incredible feeling that had settled in his belly to last forever, he felt his balls tighten and he knew he was close to exploding.
As soon as Andrew sat back on his heels and wrapped his hand around Mattie’s cock, jerking in time with the thrusting of his hips, Mattie threw his head back and cried out. “Oh god! Oh God! OH GOD!” His back arched up off the bed and his cock exploded in a series of spraying jets that covered them both and the bed. Stars exploded behind Mattie’s eyes, fireworks igniting the synapses in his brain when he came. He was vaguely aware of Andrew thrusting into him a couple more times before he felt warmth filling his channel and then the full weight of Andrew’s body fell on top of him. And then there was this guttural growl above his head when Victor fisted his load all over the bed skirt.
Andrew finally pulled out and collapsed next to Mattie on the bed; Victor leaned against the bed with his head resting on Mattie’s shoulder.
“Wow. That was…” Mattie couldn’t find the right word.
“Fanfuckingtastic.” Victor finished his sentence for him with a chuckle.
“Yeah, it was,” Andrew agreed.
~ Chapter 12 | Celebrations ~
Finally, fully consummating their relationship caused another shift in the mechanics of their threesome. It seemed like every time they took another step forward, things progressed an
d they grew stronger, together. While facing down Mattie’s demons at his parents’ house was hard and trying, they came out on the other side better for it. They finally shared the truth about their living arrangements with the employees at All Cocks, but Mattie took Jordan to lunch, just the two of them, and told him before they shared it with the entire group.
Jordan was understandably a little upset when Mattie first told him, asking why Mattie did not trust in their friendship enough to confide in him. Then he had a ton of questions, some intrusive, but Mattie allowed them realizing that Jordan just wanted to be sure Mattie felt comfortable and safe with Andrew and Victor. Still, he was standoffish with Victor and Andrew for a while after their conversation.
By the time the sun rose on Mattie’s nineteenth birthday, things had pretty much settled down. Victor served him and Andrew breakfast in bed before disappearing without explanation. Mattie curled up in bed with a book until he heard hammering and banging down the hall, Andrew had to distract him with a birthday blow job to keep Mattie in the bed and away from his birthday surprise.