by Skylar Heart
I sit at the table and look around, taking a deep breath. I hate this waiting phase we’re in now. It’s worse this time than it was last time because last time we had no idea what Mia’s parents would say, but this time we’re just waiting to see if they’re going to let us buy this place or if they’re not going to let us do that. And now we have to wait until they decide what to do...
I grab my phone and start scrolling through listings for houses in the area. This place isn’t the best it could be, but at least we know the area and it’s actually a really nice place to live. But we could get a house that’s in a better condition and in a more practical location. We could even move to a neighbourhood with more kids for Elly to play with... We could do all that if we moved away from here. But at the same time, I don’t really want to leave this town. I did, when I was with my ex, we lived at the edge of the city where I teach, and I didn’t like it a lot. I didn’t like not seeing the sea when I drove around, or not being able to get to the sea whenever I wanted.
A car door bangs shut, and then I hear the excited voices from Mia and Mal, and then the rumbling tone of Tom and the bright giggle from Elly. They’re back.
I get up, right in time to watch them walk up the path, carrying a whole lot of bags of food. I quickly open the door and Elly is the first to reach it. “Did you buy a lot?” She’s carrying a bag which looks pretty heavy for her.
“Bananas! We got bananas.” She grins as she carries her loot to the kitchen.
Well, that’s one thing, I guess? And fruit is healthy, but it doesn’t give me an idea of what they got.
Mia grins at me as she steps past me. “How was your day?”
“Pretty good.” I nod, following her. “How was yours?”
She pointedly looks at the bags she’s holding. “Heavy?” Then she puts them on the table. “I always forget how much we all eat, even in a week. We’re really going to need a big freezer, and a bigger fridge, sometime soon. I’d like to not be shopping three times a week. That trip is long enough, and we somehow always buy way too many extras.”
I eye her. “Maybe stop taking our rockstar with you? He’s got a bad influence on the shopping, usually.”
“Hey!” I hear Mal behind me and then he bumps his shoulder into mine. “That’s not true. Not entirely. I was being really good today.”
“Hmm, hmm.” I level a look at him.
“It was Elly this time.” He grins.
“And you enabled her.” Mia rolls her eyes, then steps past me. “I think we’ve still got a couple of things to get from the car. We can’t let Tom carry it all on his own.”
While I’d like to make a smart comment to that, she’s right. It’s probably a good idea to help the guy out.
Shopping would also be easier if we live closer to a city, or a place with stores, because it wouldn’t take so long to get it done and it would make doing multiple trips so much easier. But Mia is right too, if we keep shopping so often, the chance of buying stuff we don’t need is much bigger too...
Thus, we wait.
It’s Friday evening, the week has finally ended and we’re all home together, finally. Elly is already in bed, after Mia and Mal took her for a long walk on the beach and through some forests today. The little girl was exhausted, even though Mia and Mal just look extra energised for some reason. We’re all sitting in the living room, the mood a little strange. We all know that we’re waiting for news from Mia’s parents and it really dampens the mood, makes everyone apathetic.
If we buy this place, then we can really start fixing it up, but if we don’t, we have to find a new place to live, which is a whole other journey, looking houses up online, taking a look at the place, negotiate pricing, things like that. And we’d probably still have to make things in the way we prefer them in a different house too, so the actual work won’t be that different in amount, just the type of work.
“If we’re buying this place, can we build a studio out back?” Mal pipes up and we all look at him. That definitely came out of nowhere.
“You want to build a studio? For your music?” Tom eyes him.
Mal shrugs. “I don’t know how good I would be at the building stuff, but... yeah? It’s not like I can play inside, too loud. So doing it outside would be a better idea, I think, just not, you know, outside-outside.”
“Right...” Tom stands up. “You’d be building it yourself, though. I’m not building one for you.”
“Awwwh.” Mal gives Tom his best puppy eyes. “Won’t you do something like that for your oldest best friend?”
“Hmmm. No. I’ve got enough to do without entertaining your silly antics, you’re perfectly fine to do it yourself, and you’ve got the time.” Tom goes over to the window, looking outside, into the darkness, his face falling when he thinks we can’t see it anymore.
“Spoilsport.” Mal lets out a huff. “Then I’ll do it all by myself. And you won’t have aaaaaany say about it, at all.”
Tom stills, turning a little, narrowing his eyes at Mal. Mal’s great at winding the guy up, too good sometimes.
“I’ll just use a hammer and nails and I’ll paint it all a bright orange on the outside and then put blankets on the inside. That should work.”
“No...” Tom turns to Mal more, his eyes wide with shock. “You can’t...” He lets out a sigh. “Fine. I’ll help.”
“Yay.” Mal grins.
“Talking about work and doing things...” Mia’s voice is careful and she moves next to me on the couch. “I think we may want to think about that, especially who is doing what and who is paying for what.” She looks over the room, but her eyes end on Tom, who avoids her gaze. Interesting... “No matter where we live, we’ll have the same things to take care of around the house, but also we’ll have to pay bills, we’ll have to pay the mortgage, food.” She stops for a moment. “And how we’re going to divide taking care of Elly.”
That gets Tom’s attention, his eyes on Mia now guarded. “I can take care of her, no problem. There’s no...” He stops, turning away from us.
I look at Tom, his behaviour odd. “Tom? What’s going on?” Because that was way too defensive for him.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “There’s nothing going on.”
Jake also stands up, going over to Tom, but he doesn’t get too close, doesn’t touch the guy. “You’re working full-time. You’ve got quite a trek to get to work every day, going there and coming back. Every morning, you make sure Elly gets out of bed on time, that she’s fed and clothed, before dropping her off at her grandparents’. Then you go to work for long and hard hours, before coming back, picking her up again, sometimes cooking too, for all of us, before getting her in bed in the evening. On top of that, you take care of a lot of things around the house, a lot of the laundry and cleaning. You can’t keep doing it all. It’s going to ruin you.” Jake’s voice is careful and Tom’s shoulders slump.
“I don’t know how else to live. If I mess up even one thing, then...” Tom moves his arms restlessly and my heart falls. “If I don’t keep going, everything falls apart.”
Oh, fuck. Tom.
I get up and next to me, Mia does the same. We go over to him, wrapping our arms around him, Jake and Mal joining us too.
He’s always been there for us, always the strong guy, the one we rely on. But the way he just looked, he’s not doing any better than any of us, he’s just trying to hold on, doing his best.
Out of all of us, he’s the one with the most responsibilities. He’s got a house, a mortgage, bills, and he’s also taking care of Elly, all at the same time, on his own. Sure, he’s had help, people looking after Elly, but none of that makes the rest he does any easier. He’s been staying strong, not just for himself or for Elly, but for us too. He’s been staying much stronger than he needs to be because he felt like he couldn’t do anything else...
Fucking hell. How blind I’ve been, not seeing his struggles, how deep they’re going.
6
Mal
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sp; So that’s why Tom’s been so defensive about some things lately. Why he seemed so upset when he was at my parents’ place, why the questions about Elly seemed to bother him more than they would have in the past.
It makes so much sense, way too much sense, really, and I hate that I’ve been too wrapped up in my own things, in Mia being back, the band breaking up, that I didn’t see it happen. We’ve been living together for weeks and I still didn’t see how much he was really struggling... Fucking hell, I’ve been too blind.
“We’re going to fix that.” My voice is much surer than I really feel, because I’ve always lived on the edge of their world, for years, so I have no idea what’s really involved with taking care of Elly, and I’ve been slacking way too much when it came to the less-fun things to do around the house. “Unless you really want to do something, you’re no longer in charge of any of the housework. Repairs and fixing stuff, sure, but no more laundry and cooking and shopping, unless you really want to.”
“And we can help with Elly.” Mia’s voice sounds so sweet, caring, encouraging. “Just tell us how we can help. Maybe wake her up, dress her, feed her. Anything. If she likes it, we could even take turns or she can choose who she wants to put her to bed. We can share those things.”
“She’s not your responsibility. She’s...” Tom sighs. “She’s not your responsibility. You don’t have to do those things.”
I feel Jake move and when I glance to the side, he’s levelling a look at Tom. “Dude. We’re all family now. All of us, all of us living together here are family. That means that we share chores, depending on how much time and energy we have. That also means that you don’t have to do things on your own. Even taking care of Elly doesn’t have to fall just on you. We can all look after her. I’m pretty sure most of us are responsible enough for that.” Then he grins at me. “Although, maybe get a supervisor for that one.”
“Hey!” I smack the back of his head, which is the only thing I can really reach from here.
That makes Jake laugh. “See? He’s the violent one. Need to keep an eye on him.”
Tom finally starts to smile a little, just as Dylan lets out a grunt. “What ‘eye’ are you talking about? The ones in your head or the one in your pants?”
Jake grins. “With him? I’m good with either, though the ones in my head when we’re around Elly.”
Fucking hell. Now I’m getting turned on. I thought we were going to have a serious talk, but with the way Jake and Dylan are sniping at each other, I’m not sure we’re going to be ‘talking’ for much longer. The energy in the room has definitely changed now, turned sexual.
I slide my hand down, my finger’s in Jake’s neck and he shoots me a sexy smile.
“See? He’s way too easily distracted.”
“That’s because you’re too good at distracting people.” I move so I can stand behind him. He feels so good, and for a guy who spends most of his time in a lab, he feels pretty damn sturdy from the back.
“Yeah, put all the blame on me.” He grinds back against me. “Pretty sure Dylan would say exactly the same thing...”
“Pretty sure I wouldn’t be ‘saying’ much.” Dylan’s voice has dropped to that sexy low sound and he turns around, wrapping his arms around me and grinding up against me. “I’d prefer to show it to him.” He’s hard, really hard, and now I’m caught between two fucking sexy guys... My life... Pretty damn fine right now.
“I think all three of them are too easily distracted,” Mia stage whispers to Tom, who pulls her to him more, and she lets out a light surprised sound.
“I can’t say that I don’t get distracted myself, from time to time, especially with you around.” He kisses her, which stops anything she was going to say, and it’s beautiful to watch her melt against him. Sexy!
Then Dylan grinds against me more. “Let’s move this elsewhere.”
“You ready to get fucked?” Because I’m definitely ready to fuck someone right now.
“What way?” Jake joins in, his voice hoarse.
“Whatever way you want.” I slide from between the guys and take Mia’s hand, tugging her from Tom’s arms. “But I’m getting the girl first.” I take her along with me, making sure to be quiet in the hallway and on the stairs, don’t want to wake Elly up and put this fun to a too-soon ending, and then I get us into the bedroom, my arms around her, her soft body against mine.
She grins at me, and then her lips are on mine, kissing me hard and fast, and she tastes so good. I slide my hands under her shirt, desperate to get to her soft skin, to her beautiful body under those clothes. I love touching her, having her in my arms.
Then, before I can even get her shirt off her, the other guys are already in the room. Bummer, kinda.
Tom appears behind Mia and starts to help her out of her clothes as I feel a set hands on me too, a quick glance back tells me it’s Dylan, the guy grinning smugly.
“You didn’t think you were getting away from us, did you?” He nips at my shoulder as he pulls my shirt over my head, the cool air hitting my skin, running shivers down my spine.
“I wouldn’t dream,” I murmur, before taking Mia’s bra-clad boobs in my hands. Fucking hell, she’s sexy. I could look at her all day, though, touching her is even better.
I take one of the cups and pull it down slightly, far enough to get to her nipple, before I take it in my mouth and suck on it. She lets out such a beautiful and sexy sound, her hands grasping at me, pulling me even closer to her.
Then someone pushes between us, but just between our legs, and when I look down I see Jake looking up as he’s trying to undo Mia’s jeans. “Making this a little faster.” He smirks. Sexy asshole.
Mia lets out a light sound of surprise and pulls from between us, instead quickly undressing herself. “I really don’t need you all to help me out of these clothes...” She sits down on the bed, looking at us with hot eyes.
Well, yeah, that’s one way to do it.
I quickly undress too, but then look around, trying to find where I’ve left my bag with my strapon and things like that, but before I can say anything, Jake already hands me one. While I’m still trying to wrap my head around what’s going on, he nods towards Mia.
“If you want her first, you may need to hurry up.” Then he hands me a condom.
“Thanks.”
As the other guys are still undressing, I sit down in front of Mia, who pulls me against her again. I slowly start to kiss her, my hands wandering over her amazing body, soft and warm, slowly going down, until I reach between her legs. She’s definitely getting turned on with all of us around and she pushes back against my fingers.
I slowly slip a finger into her and she lets out a soft sound, her kisses more frantic, and I quickly try to get the condom on, got to keep things clean. But that’s not so easy with just one hand, and Mia helps me out before I can even break the kiss.
Then she carefully pushes me onto my back and I let her. Oh, this is interesting... I like this streak in her.
She straddles me and then slowly takes me into her, the movements making the strapon rub against me too, giving me pleasure too, and I reach up, grabbing her boobs. Definitely a good position, I can touch her all I want...
I roll one of her nipples between my fingers and she falters in her movements, letting out a soft moan.
Dylan shows up next to her and he starts kissing her, taking in her moans and other sounds, as she wraps her hand around his cock, slowly sliding up and down.
When I look to the side, Tom and Jake are both jacking off as they watch us. Well, I guess that’s one way to make things work.
Then Mia rolls her hips a little faster, pulling my attention back to her and I grab her hips, starting to fuck her in earnest. It’s amazing to watch Mia and Dylan above me and I can’t help it that my attention keeps dividing between them, even though my eyes keep going back to Mia.
I realise that I’m happy. Here, surrounded by the people I love, I’m happy. And that’s a feeling I’ve not had i
n a long time.
This feeling of pure happiness, of joy, of love and all because of them.
7
Mia
Fucking hell. This feels so good. I know that Mal has different sized strapons, he’s shown them to me, but I’ve never had sex with someone with a strapon before, not on the giving or the receiving end, but this is definitely an interesting experience.
I grind against Mal as I try to not let my hand falter around Dylan, who keeps kissing me.
They’re taking over my head, everything in my mind.
Then Dylan’s hand slides to the side and down, and he reaches between my legs, sliding a finger over my clit and my head starts to spin. Too good. Way too good.
I want to keep going for longer, much longer, but I feel that I won’t be able to keep my orgasm off. I grip Dylan, trying to stay up as my head spins, my mind going all fuzzy. And then another body appears behind me, Tom’s strong body, pushing against my back, his cock sliding along the small of my back and he grabs my boobs, his big hands so strong, taking them almost full in his grasp.
Before I can wonder where my final guy is, I feel Jake’s breath on my stomach, before he starts kissing a line down.
Oh. Fuck. Oh, wow, fuck.
He’s not going to... Is he? He’s not going to, right?
Dylan’s finger disappears, replaced by Jake’s mouth, his tongue, and I can’t keep my hips still anymore. This is an even bigger feeling than before, my whole body thrumming, so close to coming, but I’m not coming yet.
Mal speeds up his fucking, the angle changing a little and I keep gasping into Dylan’s mouth as Tom keeps me up, giving me stability as everything is about to come undone.
The room is filled with moans and soft sounds, and lots of sex sounds, bodies slapping together, slipping together or apart.