No Shame

by Nora Phoenix

  Obviously, lunch was a no-no after that much popcorn, so he’d sent Brad to their room for a nap. He’d tucked him in, kissing him on the forehead. Brad was halfway asleep already, but his heartfelt “Thank you, Daddy” had been the best reward Miles could have.

  While Brad was asleep and Charlie was giving Aaron makeup lessons in the room he’d shared with Brad before, Miles figured it was a good opportunity to sit down with Connor and Noah.

  “Guys, do you have a few minutes for me?” he asked. They were both in the kitchen, Noah reading the newspaper and Connor doing something on his laptop. Indy and Josh were grocery shopping together.

  “Sure,” Noah said, putting his paper down.

  Miles grabbed a seltzer from the fridge and sat down across from them. “Look, I wanted to thank you for your hospitality. I know it’s been a lot more and a lot longer than you guys must have counted on when you offered. You invited me, and you got Charlie and Brad as well, and you have all been nothing but kind, so thank you.”

  Noah and Connor shared a look that had Miles squirm a little. Had he missed signals they’d been overstaying their welcome? Fuck, he hoped not. “Please, tell me we haven’t abused your generosity. I’ve pitched in for the groceries and stuff, but I’m sure it was nowhere near what we cost you.”

  “No, it’s all good,” Noah reassured him. “We love having you stay with us.”

  Miles slowly exhaled, relief flooding through him.

  “We heard you got cleared for desk duty,” Connor said.

  Miles sighed. “Yeah. I’m supposed to report in DC on Monday.”

  “You’re not going,” Noah said.

  “No.” He hadn’t even fully realized it until he spoke the words out loud. “No, I’m not. Well, I’ll probably be going on Monday, but it will be to hand in my resignation. I don’t want to leave Brad and Charlie, and I can’t ask them to come with me. DC is no place for them.”

  Connor nodded thoughtfully. “I had the impression you weren’t too happy in your job even before you met them.”

  “No. It was meeting Indy that made me realize how lonely I was.”

  Noah smiled. “He has that effect on people.”

  “What’s next for you, then?” Connor wanted to know.

  “Brad is happy in his job, so we’ll be staying here. Stability is key for him, I think.”

  Noah frowned. “He’s having an off day, correct?”

  “He took the initiative in telling me, so that’s big progress. But yeah, he’s regressing today, having a full-blown daddy-day. It’s okay. I love taking care of him.”

  Connor shot him a look of pride. “You’re phenomenal with him. Seriously man, you have a like a sixth sense for him.”

  “Much like you have for Josh,” Noah remarked.

  Connor’s face lit up. “You think?”

  “Dude, the way you can read him when you’re domming him, or during sex, that’s uncanny. You know his limits and needs better than he does.”

  Miles could only guess how much this praise meant to Connor. He knew Noah and Josh had been involved before Noah had met Indy, so this was high praise indeed.

  Both men smiled as they turned their attention back to Miles.

  “Plus, Charlie has indicated he wants to start his show again at Flirt, and he has a job interview with a spa to start training as a beauty consultant. I think it would be perfect for him. So yeah, we’re staying,” Miles said.

  “And what about you? Any ideas what you want to do?” Noah asked.

  He took a deep breath. “Yes. I want to start a practice, counseling adolescents specifically.”

  Noah’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re qualified for that? I mean, you’re an FBI agent.”

  Miles smiled. “I have a bachelor’s and a master’s in psychology, with a specialization in adolescent development. The FBI hired me for profiling initially, then trained me as field agent with the specific goal to use me to get to targets. You know, gain their confidence.”

  Noah’s eyes narrowed. “They put you on Indy’s case to get him to talk,” he concluded.

  “Yes. It didn’t work. First of all, Indy was way too smart to trust anyone, including me. But also, because I liked him way too much to play this game. The whole thing went to hell before I had a chance to report this back to my boss, but my decision had been made.”

  “I thought you’d have a background in law or criminology or something,” Noah said.

  “Many agents do, but the FBI likes their agents to have different backgrounds. To answer your question, yes, technically I’m qualified, but I need to look into what I need to do to start a practice here in New York. I want to start small and build up experience.”

  Noah and Connor had another one of those meaningful looks. He could ask, but they’d tell him when they were ready, he figured.

  “I’m working on my degree in psychology,” Noah said.

  “Indy told me. Pretty impressive career switch, from army medic to physician assistant and now this. How’s it going?”

  “I love the courses, but I’m trying to find a part time job to make some money. We started out with me and Connor working full time, but he quit the Albany PD, and I went back to school. Financially, something needs to change.”

  Miles nodded. That made sense. “What direction are you looking into?” he asked Connor.

  “I don’t know,” Connor answered, frustration lacing his voice. “I’d prefer something with regular hours, because it’s easier for Josh, but I haven’t seen anything that appeals to me. I’ve looked into becoming a prison guard, since the penitentiary was hiring, but I dunno. Didn’t seem like a good fit, even though they’d love to have former law enforcement.”

  Miles leaned forward. “And that casual job offer from the Sheriff’s Department here?”

  He’d overheard the sheriff talk to Connor when they’d come in with Charlie, about looking for a replacement for an officer who was retiring.

  “No,” Connor said with a finality that left no room for discussion. “I cannot go back to direct law enforcement again.”

  Noah frowned. “Why not, actually? I never thought to ask.”

  Something flashed over Connor’s face, and in that second, Miles knew without a shadow of a doubt what the cop had done. He was behind the shooting on the Fitzpatricks, and he had too much honor to wear a badge again after being on that side of the law. And Noah didn’t know. How the hell Josh and Connor had kept this from him, Miles had no idea, but Noah had no clue.

  Then Connor’s eyes met Miles’ and Miles nodded, signaling he understood—and was okay with it. Relief filled the cop’s eyes.

  “I think after going undercover in an organization like the Fitzpatricks is a lot to deal with,” Miles said. “I can imagine after an experience like that, you’re ready for something else.”

  “Yeah, exactly,” Connor said, obviously grateful for Miles’ explanation.

  “Brad said his school district was looking for a Head of Security, a new position for the entire school district. They want to get more serious about preventing crime in the schools, but also about doing shooter drills, preventing students from escalating into violence unnoticed, things like that. I think he mentioned it to me because he hoped I’d be interested.”

  Connor’s eyes lit up. “That sounds interesting, actually. And you’re sure you don’t want to apply?”

  Miles shook his head. “No. I wanna start using my degree. The part about working with school kids appeals to me, but everything else, not so much. I think it would fit you to a T.”

  “Thank you. I’ll definitely look into it.”

  “So what about Josh and Indy?” Miles inquired. “What are their plans for the future?”

  “I’ve recommended Josh for a part time position as a shooting instructor with the Albany PD,” Connor said. “It’s only a few hours a week, but that’s enough for him. He likes to stay home and take care of the house. It’s what’s best for him, and it works for us ‘cause all three of u
s hate household stuff, including Indy. He loves to cook with Josh, but that’s it.”

  “And Indy? What are his aspirations now that he’s free to do what he wants?”

  Noah leaned back in his chair. “He’s teaching some jiujitsu lessons at Blake’s studio, but that’s just a few hours a week. It’s been a hell of an adjustment for him, going from his old life to being on the run for a long time, and now finally free. He’s still finding his way, and we don’t want to push him.”

  Miles loved how Noah spoke about we, meaning him and Connor. The way they were taking care of the two men they loved was truly special.

  Connor leaned forward, put his arms on the table. “Miles, forgive us for asking a rude question, but would you happen to have any savings stashed away?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Erm, yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. I have an apartment in DC that’s worth a bit, plus the money I inherited from my parents when they died, and I rarely have the opportunity to spend money, so my bank account is looking healthy. It’s why I can afford to walk away from my job. But why are you asking?”

  Connor smiled. “We have a proposition for you that we think you’re gonna like.”

  18

  Brad woke up from his nap feeling refreshed. He stretched, yawning. Fuck, he’d needed the extra hours of sleep. He was getting used to sharing a bed with the three of them, but he still woke up regularly. A quick check at the time informed him he’d slept for three hours. Wow. Quite the nap. Miles had been right to send him to bed.

  Miles. Daddy. He tasted both names on his tongue. This morning, he’d needed him to be his daddy. Miles had taken such good care of him, exactly like he’d promised. Brad had felt differently the whole time. Happy. Carefree. Protected and safe. His head felt so much clearer now, lighter.

  It was like a switch had been flipped in his mind, and now he was back to his normal setting where he could see Miles as his lover. It was interesting how that worked. Sometimes the boundaries were fluid, but today they’d been crystal clear. Miles had become daddy, and now he was Miles again. Huh. How about that?

  He got dressed, made his way to the kitchen where Miles was talking with Noah and Connor, while Josh and Indy were putting groceries away.

  “Hey, sweetheart, did you sleep well?” Miles asked him.

  He walked straight up to Miles, kissed him deeply. “Thank you,” he said.

  Miles looked stunned for a second, then smiled. “You’re back.”

  “I am.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah. My head’s peaceful now.”

  “I’m so glad to hear that, baby. Excuse us,” Miles told Noah and Connor. He got up, gave Brad a hard kiss. “I need you.”

  Fuck, he loved hearing those words. They made him all warm and tingly inside. His right hand dropped to Miles’ crotch, where it encountered a rock hard cock. He put pressure on it. “I’m here.”

  He loved that Miles always asked, never assumed, even though he knew how much Brad loved this. It was always Brad’s choice.

  Miles yanked his head toward him and assaulted his mouth. He pushed until he’d backed Brad up against a wall, then started kissing the shit out of him while rutting against him.

  “You guys maybe wanna get a room?” Connor asked, his voice a tad rough.

  Brad tore his mouth away from Miles, panting. “Like you mind watching others have sex,” he shot back at Connor.

  Josh and Indy giggled. “He’s got your number, baby,” Josh said.

  Brad wanted to say something, but apparently Miles was done waiting. “Bedroom. Now.”

  He grabbed Brad in his neck and half-dragged him into the bedroom. “Charlie, get your ass in here!” he yelled over his shoulder.

  A giggle sounded from the other room, and muted voices sounded. Who did Charlie have in there?

  Brad lost his train of thought as he was pushed down on his knees as soon as they were in the bedroom. “Get that damn mouth around my cock, and hurry the fuck up.”

  Miles unzipped with one hand and unceremoniously shoved his dick in Brad’s face. The man had to be on edge to be this bossy, but fuck if Brad didn’t love it.

  He didn’t tease him, knowing now wasn’t the time, but deep throated him without delay. It took half a minute, max, before Miles released with a low moan, just as Charlie walked in.

  “Someone was horny, I take it?” he chuckled.

  Brad licked his lips. Fuck, he loved Miles’ taste in his mouth. He grabbed Charlie’s hand, pulled him to his knees right next to him and kissed him. Within seconds, Charlie pushed him flat on the ground and laid on top of Brad so they had a better angle. Charlie’s tongue invaded his mouth, exploring every corner. God, he tasted so sweet. It was sloppy and sexy and so fucking hot.

  “You taste like cum,” Charlie giggled, before attacking him again, grinding his cock against Brad.

  “Hey, you two, mind if we take this to the bed?” Miles complained.

  Brad watched him over Charlie’s shoulder, Miles’ eyes cloudy with want. His cock was hard again. Or still hard, Brad wasn’t sure and didn’t care, either. He wanted it, preferably deep inside him. Or Charlie’s. Or both. They hadn’t fucked at all yesterday, and his hole was twitching to get stuffed.

  He moaned into Charlie’s mouth, impatient to get the show on the road. Charlie tore his mouth away, his eyes twinkling. “Desperate for more?”

  “Always.”

  Charlie smiled, one of those sweet smiles that made Brad’s insides melt. “We’ve got you, baby. We’ll use you as long and as much as you want.”

  He scrambled to his feet, then surprised Miles by stepping in for a kiss. He rose to his toes, but Miles still had to bend a little to reach him, until he simply lifted Charlie up. He held him with two possessive hands on his ass and kissed him deeply.

  Brad watched them kiss as he undressed. Fuck, he loved seeing them so engrossed in each other, even if he was a little impatient. Not jealous, not feeling left out—just fucking impatient because he wanted them so much. Needed them.

  He figured he could maybe entice them to speed things up and remove the last of his clothes, kneeling on the edge of the bed on all fours, his head low and his ass sticking in the air. That way, they would be in the perfect position to fuck him hard.

  “Oh, fuck, honey, look at our boy all ready for us,” Miles said, his voice throaty. “God, he’s so perfectly wanton.”

  Charlie moaned. “I want to watch you fuck him.”

  Rustled noises filled the room as Miles and Charlie got undressed. Brad didn’t watch, content to wait until they were ready for him.

  The snap of the cap alerted him someone was getting lube. He couldn’t suppress a shudder. Who would it be? Miles had at least another round in him, probably two, but Charlie had been pretty damn hard as well. He couldn’t wait for what they had promised him. Both, at the same time.

  Cold, slick fingers breached his hole without any preamble, stretching him without much finesse. Miles. He recognized his long fingers. Brad shivered again, reveling in the fact that he could take it.

  “Someday, I wanna take it slow with you, my love,” Miles throaty voice sounded. “You deserve to be worshiped, and I want to kiss every inch of your skin, suck on every sweet spot of your perfect body. Right now, I need you something fierce, Brad. I need to be inside you.”

  “Take me, Miles. Please, fill me.”

  Miles’ fingers disappeared, and Brad relaxed so Miles could enter him. He lined his cock up and surged in with one, deep thrust. It burned, all the way from his first ring to his very insides. He clenched his teeth, fighting back his body’s urge to clamp shut. Miles didn’t wait, but pulled halfway out before surging back in. So damn perfect, that fat cock stretching him. Fuck, he loved this. He loved him.

  He loved him.

  Brad’s heart skipped a beat as realization hit. He’d fallen in love with Miles. When had that happened?

  And he loved Charlie, too. He always had. He just hadn’t allowed himself
to feel it, to harbor even the faintest hope. He loved them both. What a hot mess this was.

  Charlie lowered himself on the bed next to him, and Brad automatically turned his head toward him for a kiss.

  “You are so beautiful when he’s fucking you,” Charlie sighed, brushing a curl off his forehead.

  Brad bowed his head, nuzzled Charlie’s neck. God, Miles was fucking him so deep, filling every cell of him, driving away that emptiness, that need. “You’re beautiful, period.”

  He felt Charlie’s gasp more than he heard it, looked up. “You think I’m beautiful?” Charlie asked, his eyes wide.

  “I’m sorry for never telling you before…” He closed his eyes for a second as Miles shifted gears and hit his prostate full on. So. Damn. Perfect. “You’re so beautiful that at times you take my breath away. There’s moments when I look at you and can’t believe that you’re with me.”

  Miles slowed down, unexpectedly. Brad would’ve asked why, but Charlie was more important now. Charlie who had been his friend even when he’d been an ass and had kept him at bay. Charlie who loved him despite being a total fuck up and the biggest slut on the planet. Charlie, whom he loved, too.

  “I love you,” Brad said quietly. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, but I was too scared to allow myself to feel it, let alone say it. God, I love you so much.”

  Charlie’s eyes welled up. “It took you look enough,” he said, before dragging his head in for a searing kiss. “I love you, Bradford Kent. You’re mine, now. Forever.”

  Forever.

  Brad’s heart soared with hope. “I’m yours,” he echoed. He didn’t dare to add that wonderful, sadly-scary word to it, but he hoped. And maybe, for the first time, he believed it a little bit as well.

  “Do you guys need a minute?” Miles asked.

  Brad’s eyes locked with Charlie’s. This wasn’t just the two of them. Miles was part of them, inextricably linked to both of them. Without him, it wouldn’t work. Brad needed Miles as much as he needed Charlie. He saw this truth reflected in Charlie’s eyes, as they both smiled.