by Skylar Heart
Just the sounds alone are getting too much and when Jake sucks on my clit, I come, hard. My whole body tenses, my mind going blank, and I feel my orgasm surge through me.
Everything is so bright, so light, and when I finally come down, my body filled with delicious tingles, I’m all gooey barely able to move.
Dylan and Tom both come with a quiet moan, their cum splashing on my side and back, and they help me off Mal, all three of us making ourselves comfortable on the bed, too boneless to move anymore.
Jake pulls Mal’s strapon aside so he can finish the guy off as Mal gives him a blowjob. Which doesn’t take very long with those two either.
It’s a sight to see, and fucking hell, it’s super sexy. I could watch them like this for hours. Though, that may be unfair on them, just a little. I’m not sure either of them would be able to keep going for hours, not with the way they’re both great at making people come...
I love them. All of us being together, being able to share pleasure and joy and all those things.
I love them. I wish this was what the rest of our lives would look like, because there’s nothing more romantic and loving, for me anyway, than sharing my life with my guys. No matter what we’ll have to do to stay together, this is where I want to be, forever.
This time, at least, I’m not as nervous to have the house ‘perfect’ for when my parents arrive. I did pack up a couple of things from Grandma, and even from Grandpa from way back in the day, that I think Dad will like to keep.
I finally managed to go into her bedroom, Grandma’s bedroom, this morning, even though I didn’t do anything there yet. Just going into it was way too emotional already and I left, after opening the window a tad, letting in some fresh air. I’ll try again later, but going in there was a big step for me because I’ve been dreading it for so long.
No matter what my parents are going to say, what they decided, I still need to clean out that room at some point, so getting started, at least a little, was better than nothing.
I wait at the door as they arrive and walk up the path. They don’t look as happy as last time, and neither do I. We all know why they’re here, and we’ve all got our own hopes for what will happen next. Above all, I’m just hoping that everyone will stay civil and there won’t be any raised voices or things said that will be regretted later, no matter the result.
We’re all sitting at the kitchen table again, Elly this time playing in the living room, as we didn’t really think it a good idea for her to be here while this was going on. We’re all looking at Mum and Dad expectantly and they both look at us, but nobody is saying anything.
“What have you decided?” I don’t want to wait too long. I just want this to be over with. The last week was way too much hell and I don’t want it to go on for even longer.
Dad nods, his body almost relaxing a little. “While we’d prefer for you to rent the house first, make sure you actually want to live in a house this old and if all of you living together is actually going to work out, we also recognise that keeping up with rent on expensive studios in the city and paying off a second mortgage ‘just in case’ for a year is asking too much of you. Sure, you’re financially stable, but disposable income, especially with the student loans some of you have, or preparing to pay for college or university for your own kid in the future, it’s not that big of a luxury. And you’ll need that money.”
Mum lets out a slow breath. “We were being... We didn’t... When we came here last week. We didn’t think about your situations, your different situations. We thought of our daughter, her situation, the situations she’s been in in the past. We didn’t consider all of your lives, we applied her situation to yours without thinking about how that would not work.” She meets my eyes, her gaze soft. “We’re sorry. We were caught off-guard when you rightfully pushed back against our offer. No matter how much we’d like to protect you or still see you as you were ten years ago, you’re no longer that girl.” She looks at the guys. “None of you are the people you were ten years ago and it’s unfair of us to still think of you as those teenagers.”
That sounds good. Right?
I grip Tom’s hand, who is sitting at my side, his hand is all sweaty, but he grips my hand back. Yeah, this sounds good.
“You’re letting us buy it?” I need them to say it already. I need to know.
“Yes.” Dad nods. “We’ve talked to some people to make that happen. Someone will come by the house in the coming weeks to check it and do the pricing thing and all of that. After that, we will see about signing the papers and everything. I’m sure that things will work out on the finance side of all of it. But, yes. This house is, at least for all practical considerations, yours.”
I’m trying to find words for how relieved I feel. For how happy this makes me, but it’s like I can’t find them. This is our house now, ours. This is where we’ll be living. I’m sure I’ve got a silly grin on my face as I wrap my arms around Tom and hug him close. Yes! We did it!
Oh! My! God!
I want to jump up and dance, but I feel like that’s maybe a bit childish.
I feel Tom’s arms around me, and then Dylan, who was sitting on my other side, their grip tight.
We did it! This house is going to be ours, in all it’s ‘falling down around us’ glory.
We’ve got a house now! Our very own house!
Yes!
8
Tom
Relief floods through me. The house will be ours. We’ll be able to buy the house soon. Sure, not straight away, there’s paperwork and inspections and those things to do first. But we’ll be able to buy the house, which makes me happier than I thought it would make me.
We’ve been living in Mia’s grandma’s house for weeks, and of course, this has always been the house I’ve wanted to live in, but I thought that just living here would be enough, even if the place wasn’t ours.
My heart is about to burst. This is... This is so good and makes everything even better.
I tighten my arms around Mia, not sure how else to express this bubbly and happy feeling inside. The house will be ours. Ours. Together. This house.
“It’s going to be a lot of work.” I don’t even know why I say it, but it’s not something I’m dreading, instead, I’m looking forward to it.
“Can I get my music studio?” Mal is somewhere behind me and I burst out laughing, not able to control myself.
“I’ll get you your damn studio.” I glance back at him and Mia gasps. “Whoops.” I cursed... Which... You know, not supposed to curse, Elly could overhear it...
“I’d like to celebrate, but I’m not sure exactly how.” Jake stands up. “I can make us some lunch, but that’s about it. We need to go grocery shopping soon, as in, today.”
“It’s fine. Really.” Mia’s dad smiles. “I’m just glad that this is all solved. I’m sorry we couldn’t come to this solution last week, but I’m happy it’s resolved.” Then he looks at Mia. “I’ve not been here for a long time. Would you show me around the house?”
She nods, smiling too. “Sure.” She slips out of my arms, going over to her dad. “We redecorated your old room, it’s Elly’s room now.”
And, like the devil, Elly opens the door to the living room, like she heard her name. As she does, music spills out of the room, pretty loud, so she can’t have heard her name, but it gets Mal moving immediately, grumbling as he quickly goes into the living room to turn the sound off.
I eye Dylan, who shrugs. “Sounded like one of his songs. No idea either.”
Yeah, that did sound like one of Mal’s songs, at least, like what he’d write, though this specific song doesn’t sound like one I know.
Mia looks after Mal for a moment and then kneels in front of Elly. “Do you want to show your brand new room to my dad? Show him your amazing painting and decoration skills?”
Elly nods, grinning and she starts pulling Mia up the stairs, her dad following her, smiling softly.
“She’s something, your girl.”
Mia’s mum’s eyes are on me, soft but also a little pained. “So bright and happy, even after everything she’s been through.”
“She’s a fighter.” I nod. “She’s amazing and keeps me out of trouble most of the time.”
Mia’s mum nods. “I remember when Poppy and Mal were that age. Fireballs, those two. It sometimes made me worry a little for my mother-in-law, taking care of all those little kids on top of having Mia over every summer. But she took it all in stride and seemed to love it.”
“Yeah, she often made that comparison when she babysat Elly. She said that Elly had the impulsiveness of Poppy and Mal, but my stubbornness, which has gotten her in trouble a couple of times. If a bad idea doesn’t work the first time, she’ll keep trying it until it goes her way, or until someone stops her.” I smile.
“Definitely sounds like a kid of yours.” Dylan laughs. “I guess she tends to behave when her ‘uncles’ are around.”
“That will wear off soon enough.” I grin.
Up until now, Elly has mostly been on her best behaviour around the others, but if we keep living like this, they’re going to see her more naughty and stubborn side soon enough. She always tries to be on her best behaviour around other people, but that only lasts for so long, and it’s going to run out soon enough.
And that reminds me of another thing we’ll have to do, childproof, or Elly-proof, the house, since we can’t always keep an eye on her, especially not when we’re all on a more normal schedule.
Fun, another thing to do...
“Okay...” Jake leans over the table, his eyes on me teasing. “Are you going to finish that bed you designed? We’ve got the house now, so you can actually make it, you know...”
Mia’s parents left earlier today and Mia and Dylan are grocery shopping. It seems to be something that they’re good at, staying on top of how much food is in the house, and plan what we’ll need for the rest of the week. Mal is upstairs in our room, I’m not even sure what he’s doing there, and Elly is playing in the living room, I can hear her happy chatter from here.
“Why are you so interested in it?” Ever since he saw my design, he’s kept asking about it. “What’s it to you?”
He shrugs, grinning. “I just think it’s cool. And, you know, we do need a better bed, but mostly, I think it’s cool. I’ve never had a home-made bed or anything like that. It just sounds cool. I don’t know.”
I roll my eyes at him. “City boy.” Shaking my head I can’t help smiling. He looks almost childlike in his excitement about the idea, which feels good to my ego when the others take me making things for granted.
He smirks. “I’m good with being a city boy, if it means you’ll make the bed.”
“I’ll look at it. I only had a rough sketch, I have no idea if it’s even workable. If we’ll have enough space in the room for it and if we can even get everything up there...” I sigh and find Jake beaming at me. “Stop looking at me with that silly grin. I’m not promising anything.”
“I know.” He stands up. “But you’ll think about it, that’s good enough for me.” Then he goes over to the fridge, opening and looking inside. “How long have they been gone?” He’s like a kid sometimes, so easily moving to other subjects.
“Why?”
He shrugs. “Just curious if I should eat something now or wait for them?”
“Just wait for them. They should be back soon.” Then I get up too. “Want to come with? Since you keep badgering me about this bed situation, let’s measure the upstairs room properly.”
“Cool.” Grinning, he already walks to the stairs. “I was thinking...”
I glare at him, pushing his shoulder. “No thinking from you. I’m not doing anything extra extravagant because you thought it up.”
He winks. “I was just thinking that we’d also need good desks if we’ll get a home office. It’s handy, having our own master carpenter here.” And before I can push at him again, he darts up the stairs, laughing.
“I’ll show you ‘master carpenter’,” I grumble, rolling my eyes, but when I glance up, Jake’s eyes are all dark and he’s hard, his jeans are tight. “You’ve got to be kidding me... Really?”
He pulls up a shoulder, grinning. “Sorry, reflex.”
Seriously, some of these guys... Sure, great compliment, but why is it always when the situation doesn’t call for it? I grab my ruler and a notepad from my box in the back and then also go up the stairs.
This is now our house, we can do what we want with it, and I don’t really feel like changing very much, just because I actually kind of like the way it’s laid out, but there are a couple of things that we need to do to make it so we can all live here. The bed is one part of that, and like Jake said, we’ll need to do a couple of things for a home office and just some things around the house for when we actually move our own stuff in here.
But the freedom that we can finally do that, finally make this our own, it’s giving me a lot of quiet in my head, a lot of ease in my heart, because now we know for sure that we’ll be here together, all of us, and we won’t be alone anymore.
Maybe I can even give up on always wanting to stay in control, maybe I can even let the others do things that I would never think to not do myself.
Elly has been staying over at her grandparents’ a couple of days a week for years, and even at Mia’s grandma’s while she was still alive, and it isn’t uncommon for her to stay the night there too. So why have I been so reluctant to let the others take care of Elly with things that I trust her grandparents with with no problem?
As I step into our bedroom, Jake is already sitting on the windowsill and looking out to the garden below and the sea beyond.
I know why I stay in control, don’t ask others to do things for me. It was hard enough to lose Poppy and having to do things on my own, I didn’t want to get attached to anyone else and then having them drop out of our lives too. I didn’t want to lose anyone else, but that won’t happen anymore, not now we’re all together, now we’ll never have to be alone again.
“Jake?” The guy looks up, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “Would you like to put Elly to bed tonight and tell her a bedtime story?”
The guy’s smile turns into a big grin as he nods. “Of course, my pleasure. Thanks for asking.”
Yeah, no matter how scary, this is good. All of us sharing, like a family, that’s good, and my heart eases.
I really don’t have to do everything by myself, not anymore, I’ve got people I can depend on. No matter how uncomfortable that might feel. I’m not used to it yet, but I think I’ll get better at it, soon enough.
9
Jake
When I walk down the stairs, Elly fast asleep in her room after I’ve read two stories to her because she was so excited, I find the others around the table in the kitchen, where I left them about an hour ago.
“She finally asleep?” Tom grins and I nod.
“Yeah, she said she couldn’t fall asleep because my reading was too good.” I sit down between Mia and Mal. “Anything interesting come up since I went upstairs?”
Mia shakes her head. “We were just talking about what we had to do around the house here, and what we had to take care of in our own places. Like moving our own things into this house. What are we keeping, what are we getting rid of.”
I nod. “Yeah. That’s going to be fun... I think I’ll have to sell off a lot of things from my place. Pretty sure we don’t need another washing machine or small fridge or the stacks of pans and plates. Between what’s still here from your grandma, what Dylan’s got at his place, what Tom’s got in his house and what I’ve got, we’re going to have a lot of doubles, or triples, or quadruples. I don’t know, way too many of them.”
“You know...” Mia’s eyes sparkle, winking. “Having multiples of one thing isn’t always bad, you know?”
Tom groans as the rest of us laugh. “People are not appliances.”
“No, they really aren’t.” Mia puts her head on his shoulder. “But th
at look on your face was too good to pass up on.”
“Oh, now it’s my fault?” He rolls his eyes and then kisses her head, looking at her softly. “But Jake’s right. We’re going to have to sell off quite a few things.”
Dylan shrugs. “Don’t worry about the things at my place. I’m sure my parents would be happy to keep them, for if they rent out the space to someone else. Maybe during the summers or something. It’s probably even an advantage for them.”
“That makes it a little easier, but probably not a lot, we’ve still got a lot of doubles.” Tom laughs, and it reminds me of our exchange by the stairs earlier. How can any one guy be that sexy, especially that voice of his...
“Jake?” Mia eyes me and I realise I’ve probably missed something she’s said.
“Yes?”
“I can come with you to the city the next time you go to the lab, get started on your place, if you’d like me to?” She smiles and I can’t help smiling back.
“Sure. That way we can also bring back some of our things, clothes and the like.” Since we still don’t have a lot here.
If we’re going to live here, we need more than just a single bag’s worth of clothes, or, at least, we’ll need to sort through what we really want to keep and what we can do without.
Sure, I don’t have a lot of things for a house, the studio back in the city is small so doesn’t fit too much, but while this house is big, we’re also five adults who will be living here, so space is still at a premium.
Mal chuckles. “Don’t worry too much about clothes. I’m pretty sure that most of us can share, our size differences aren’t that big.”
Tom looks at him, raising an eyebrow. “I’m fairly sure that I won’t fit into any of your shirts. No matter how much I try, and those jeans... I’d be lucky to get one leg into the waist of them.”