Christmas at Bennett’s (Breakfast at Bennett’s #4.5)

3. Taylor

CHAPTER 3

TAYLOR

“Moving during the holidays is a fucking nightmare.” Taylor flopped face down on the couch. The couch he’d formerly thought of as belonging to Damon and Nash, but that also now included him. It had taken them a year, but they’d finally convinced Taylor to live with them. They’d begged and pleaded with him for months and… of course that was a lie. They’d been sweet and respectful of his space. They never pushed, but they had brought it up a couple of times to reassure him that the offer was open.

Ugh. They were so perfect it was nauseating. They’d helped Taylor pack all of his things and move. The most recent trip had been hellish, though. It was the crucial trip, the one that Taylor was certain was going to go horribly wrong.

Taylor’s plants had tested his patience, and now they were in the apartment he still had to figure out where they were all going to live. He’d already brought one of his vines over months ago and it was now thriving in the living room, but Taylor doubted that Nash and Damon wanted their apartment to look like a jungle. He should have gotten rid of a few… dozen.

“Is he dead?” Damon asked, poking Taylor’s ass cheek with a finger. “He looks dead.”

“Not dead,” Taylor mumbled into the couch cushion.

“Oh good, he’s not dead. I was worried that he’d died and we’d have to feed his body to his plants.”

Taylor rolled over so he could see his ridiculous boyfriend. “Plants don’t eat people.”

“People are biodegradable. They turn into fertilizer. Plants like fertilizer.” Damon reached down and held his hand out for Taylor. “Come on, boyfriend. On your feet. We have a surprise for you.”

Taylor wanted to sleep. He’d worked the early shift at the diner as always, then spent the rest of the day moving plants. Which was a lot more involved in the middle of winter than he’d originally thought. To keep them from freezing as he transported them, it involved a lot of plastic bags. Each plant had to be carefully contained in a balloon, and to hopefully keep the damage to a minimum, he’d enlisted the help of his boyfriends with the loading and the unloading so their time in the cold would be as little as possible.

They’d been loading the last batch as the snow started to fall. Taylor now faced the monumental task of arranging them… somewhere. And unpacking his stuff so he could decorate the apartment with Nash and Damon.

Together for over a year now, moving in had been a long time coming. Damon and Nash had moved in together shortly after the three of them started dating, but Taylor had wanted to wait. He’d wanted to feel like he was more himself. He wanted to spend some time living on his own.

He quickly learned that there were good things and bad things about having his own apartment. But no matter how much he’d liked his little studio space, the decision to move in had been a no-brainer. He loved Nash and Damon. He’d spent the past year learning more about himself, such as the fact that he didn’t like being alone.

Could he be alone? Yes. He was fully capable of it. But he liked having people he loved nearby. Over time, Taylor had spent less and less time at his own apartment until he was only going back there to water and care for his plants. His apartment had turned into an expensive greenhouse.

Taylor forced himself to his feet and went to Damon. He buried his face in Damon’s chest and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. He fucking loved this man. Both of his men.

Damon kissed Taylor’s temple. “Come on, Princess.”

“It’s so far away.”

“Do I have to sweep you off your feet? Because I will carry you if I have to.”

Taylor let out a sigh that was mostly pretend. “I can walk.”

“It’s only down the hall. You can do it.”

“I’m glad one of us believes in me. The diner was a madhouse this morning, and moving seven billion plants makes me question my fucking sanity.”

“You love your plants. They’re your children.” Damon led Taylor down the hall to the third bedroom. The one they’d promised that Taylor could use for whatever he wanted, but he hadn’t done anything with. Taylor didn’t think he’d even set foot in it since Damon and Nash moved in.

“Close your eyes.”

“What did you two do?” Taylor listened to Damon and closed his eyes. He let Damon lead him into the room.

“We didn’t do much.” Damon promised.

“Can I open my eyes now?” Taylor vibrated with excitement. “Please?”

“Open your eyes, Taylor,” Nash said from somewhere else in the room.

Taylor opened his eyes and he nearly fell over. They’d put plant shelves from floor to ceiling and installed hooks for the ones that needed to hang. But that wasn’t the only thing they did. On one wall, surrounded by plants and vines that Taylor had grown from seeds and shoots, was a vanity so stunning in its beauty that it took his breath away.

It was white, and either it was antique or built to look that way—it didn’t matter. It had three mirrors and a set of drawers down each side, leaving a space in the middle for a stool to slide between. The stool matched the vanity with the same style of decorative legs. The stool was upholstered with a delicate floral-patterned fabric.

“I can’t—” Taylor stopped speaking and approached the vanity. He ran his hands along the top.

“Look to your left.” Nash told him.

Taylor had seen it from the corner of his eye, but he’d been pulled in by the beautiful furniture. “It’s too much!”

He protested even as he turned to check out the brass garment rack. This had to be antique, he thought, as he admired the piece. They’d already hung some of his clothes on it for him, including his favorite pink dress.

Nash came up behind Taylor and wrapped his arms around him. Taylor sank into the embrace and admired the room a little more.

“The both of you are too much. I don’t know what to say.”

“We know how important having your own space was for you, and we hope this helps you feel like you still have that.” Nash turned Taylor around and pointed out the daybed on the other side of the room. Damon was already stretched out on it, propped up on his elbow.

“We also hope you’ll let us in now and again. Maybe while you’re trying on some of those pretty clothes you have.” The heat in Damon’s gaze was molten enough to melt the arctic.

“Is that what the bed is for?” Taylor mused. He’d gotten rid of his bed because he hadn’t needed it. Nash had purchased a California King and Taylor was half in love with the mattress, and all the way in love with the people he shared it with.

“It’s for whatever you want.” Damon purred and his smile only grew when Taylor went to him and climbed up on the bed, straddling him. Damon put his hands on Taylor’s waist. Warm and smooth, they slid under Taylor’s shirt. “What do you want, Taylor?”

Taylor wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted Damon to always look at him like that, with that deep affection in his eyes. Like Taylor was necessary to his survival. Like he was a chunk of his soul. He wanted Nash to cross the room and join them on the bed. He wanted more touching and less clothing.

He turned and saw Nash had moved across the room and was standing next to them. Nash was such a presence, Taylor’s breath caught as he leaned down, cupped Taylor’s cheek, then kissed him. A tongue flicked across the seam of Taylor’s mouth, demanding entry, and Taylor allowed Nash inside.

Sometimes he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Two incredible men had fallen for him and wanted him around all the time. Two men he’d once thought were unobtainable, and now he got to come home to them.

Taylor pulled out of the kiss, one hand reaching for Nash, sliding around his leg. He clung to Damon too, his other hand wound in Damon’s shirt. “You built me a room.”

“We’d build you a castle if you wanted, Princess,” Nash told him.

“What I really want…” Taylor let go of his boyfriends long enough to yank his shirt off and toss it aside. “Is for us all to be way more naked.”

Beneath him, Damon laughed. “What Princess wants, Princess gets.”

He flashed a look up at Nash, even as his hands gripped Taylor’s hips, thumbs skating along his skin, back and forth. Back and forth. “Right, babe?”

Nash reached back and tugged his shirt off over his head too.

Goddamn. Though Taylor didn’t like to go to the gym, he had to admit that Nash’s gym sessions with Colby definitely paid off… for Taylor especially.

“Have you always been this fucking hot? Or did you get hotter?” Taylor looked at Damon. “Did he get hotter?”

Damon made a show of looking Nash up and down. “Nah, I think you just got hornier. He looks the same to me.”

“Ouch, babe.” Nash put his hand to his chest, faking a wound. “That hurt.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t ridiculously hot. I said you’ve always been ridiculously hot,” Damon said and then suddenly he was on Taylor. He sat up and wrapped his arm around Taylor’s waist and then managed to somehow flip Taylor onto his back.

Taylor blinked up at him in disbelief. “Jesus, that was hot, Damon. Holy shit.”

Taylor’s cock throbbed in his pants, trapped there because he was dumb and hadn’t stripped naked the moment he came home. Maybe that should be a new rule. No clothes on in the house. Yes. He could live with that.

Damon didn’t let Taylor get his thoughts out because suddenly his mouth was on Taylor’s. He ground down against Taylor as they kissed and made it seem like Damon was kissing him with his whole body. Their bulges rubbed together through layers of fabric. Taylor’s dick leaked every time Damon made a sound.

He pulled at Damon’s shirt, rucking it up. He tried to tug it off, but Damon wouldn’t stop kissing him long enough to strip.

Something off to the left hit the floor with a quiet thud and Taylor broke the kiss to see that Nash had taken off his pants and tossed them aside. The sound must have come from the belt Taylor gave Nash for his birthday that he’d worn it nearly every day since.

“Is there room for one more in that bed?” Nash had a hand around his cock when he asked as though to tempt Taylor into saying yes. As if no was a possibility at all.

“Naked. More naked.” Taylor tugged at Damon’s shirt again. “I need to be more naked.”

Damon laughed as Taylor persevered in getting the shirt over Damon’s head. When Damon sat up to pull it the rest of the way off, Taylor reached for the button of his jeans.

“You can calm down. We’re not going anywhere,” Damon assured him.

But Taylor didn’t slow down. All day he’d thought of nothing but this place belonging to him and his men. He’d spent plenty of nights in the apartment with them, especially lately, but now it was official.

It made him desperate in a weird kind of way. Like his body needed confirmation of what his mind was trying to tell it. Nash and Damon were his and he was theirs. But his body wanted proof. He needed them to spell it out with hands and mouths that they wanted him here.

Damon had to get up to pull his pants off and Taylor took advantage of having the weight off him to wriggle out of his own pants. Fully naked, Taylor flopped back down and took his dick in his hand.

“Have I ever told you two how much I love watching you kiss?” Taylor asked. He probably had, but it was still one of his favorite things. Publicly, they were all very sweet together, but they kept any displays of affection to PG-13.

In private, Taylor got to watch the way Nash’s and Damon’s bodies melted into one another when they kissed. He got to see the way they ground against each other, grasping at one another in desperation. He got a front row seat to the way they loved each other. Wholly. Completely. Devotedly. He hoped that when they kissed him that it looked like that. That whoever wasn’t doing the kissing could see how much Taylor loved them. Could see how much Taylor was loved right back.

As though they sensed him thinking about them, Nash and Damon turned to him at the same time. A smile tugged at Damon’s mouth. “Which end do you want, babe?”

“I’ll take that pretty mouth of his,” Nash said, leaving Damon’s side to kneel on the bed at one end.

“Oh, hell yes.” Taylor scooted closer to Nash and rolled over onto all fours and looked up at him. Nash reached down and brushed the hair off Taylor’s forehead, as if it wasn’t going to end up plastered to his skin with sweat pretty soon anyway. Taylor closed his eyes and fell into the sensation of being the center of attention.

Between Damon and Nash was Taylor’s favorite place to be. He opened his mouth and immediately Nash’s cock was there, the head dragging over his lips. Taylor licked the taste of salty precum off his mouth with a happy little moan. And then Nash’s cock was in his mouth. Nash’s hands were in his hair, and all Taylor had to do was let go.

Nash pushed the hair off Taylor’s face again. He said something to Damon, who’d appeared behind Taylor. Cold lube shocked Taylor as it drizzled down his ass crack.

“Sorry.” Damon spread the lube around Taylor’s hole, sounding not at all sorry. When he went to slide a finger inside, Taylor made a unintelligible sound of protest—which was all he could do with a mouthful of cock. But this wasn’t the first time they’d been like this and Nash was pretty good at deciphering Taylor’s wordless noises.

“Do you want him to stretch you open nice and slow on that fat cock of his, Princess? Is that what you want?”

Even as Nash asked, the bed moved as Damon got into position. Hands swept down Taylor’s back, soothing him as one hand held Taylor’s hip.

Taylor arched his back and pressed against Damon, a silent but blatant invitation.

Damon didn’t disappoint. He pressed the head of his cock against Taylor’s hole and waited. Taylor loved it when they did it like this. Nice and slow with no prep to open him first. He loved feeling that almost too intense stretch and burn as he was taken so fucking slowly that he lost his mind. Gut, God, his whole body craved it.

Taylor gasped at the first sensation of being breached. He breathed in and bore down and made it easier for Damon’s cock to sink a little further. Damon held Taylor’s hips with an iron grip and Nash, fucking Nash, held Taylor’s skull in his hands and sawed in and out of him, using his mouth like a fleshlight.

Nash wasn’t light with the praise either. He knew what Taylor liked to hear. How pretty he was. How good he looked. Princess. Taylor fucking loved the way they’d found a special name that was all his. They never stopped making him feel special. Even when they were the ones using his body for their pleasure, it was still somehow all about him.

It took forever for Damon to bottom out, and when he did, Taylor gagged on Nash’s cock when his boyfriends stretched over Taylor’s body to share a kiss that was probably hotter and dirtier than anything Taylor had ever seen.

Nash pulled back, pulled out, and Taylor sucked in a lungful of air. His arms were jelly and he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, not with the way Damon was fucking him now. Long glides in and out. Damon pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside before sliding back in, pegging Taylor’s prostate. Every. Single. Time.

“Damon, I—” Taylor pushed himself back up onto his elbows and pressed his ass against Damon, needing him impossibly deeper.

Nash had disappeared and when Taylor glanced over his shoulder, he saw Nash behind Damon. He had Damon’s head yanked to the side and was kissing his shoulder. Taylor had no idea what Nash’s other hand was doing but he could guess when Damon’s face transformed into a soundless scream and he lunged into Taylor.

Taylor put his head down and rocked back, fucking himself on Damon’s cock. Damon levered forward, and Taylor pushed himself up so the palms of his hands were on the bed and his arms were straight. Damon snaked an arm around Taylor to keep him there. A warm mouth pressed kisses against Taylor’s back and they both rode the sensation of Nash fucking Damon into Taylor. Fucking them both that way.

When Damon took Taylor’s dick in hand, it was all over in less than three strokes. Taylor’s body tensed. Every muscle from the top of his head to the tips of his toes went rigid before his orgasm exploded out of him, coating Damon’s hand. The bed. Who knows where else it might have gone. Taylor didn’t care—couldn’t if he wanted to.

Damon jerked him until Taylor whimpered and fell forward and the sudden change of angle set off a chain reaction. Damon grabbed Taylor’s hips and fucked him fast and deep. He cried out when he came, flooding Taylor’s insides.

Damon didn’t stick around for long after he came, but before Taylor could protest, Nash slid in behind him and took Damon’s place, fucking him with Damon’s cum inside him.

“Holy fuck.” Taylor was already destroyed, but this ruined him forever. The sensation of Nash inside him so soon after Damon. “Please. Please come.”

Taylor was desperate for it. He loved having both his men come inside him. He was greedy like that. It was hardly the first time they’d done something like that, but each time they did it, Taylor loved it as much as he’d loved it the first time.

“Pretty little princess,” Nash crooned. “God, look at you.”

Taylor whined. It was all he was currently capable of. And then Nash came. He fucked Taylor through his orgasm with sharp thrusts before collapsing on top of him, but Taylor didn’t mind. Especially when Damon sat on the bed and stroked his fingers through Taylor’s hair.

He hoped every day could be this perfect.