Finding Home at Randy’s (Diner Days)

Chapter 26

G raeme opens the door with a smile and a kiss.

“I could get used to this type of greeting,” I tease.

He smiles. “Anytime, Amour, anytime.”

“I love the way French rolls off your tongue. Especially when you’re out of your mind with pleasure.” I press against him, listening to his groan.

“I didn’t invite you over for sex.”

“There’s nothing that says that can’t be part of the agenda. Especially if you keep it up with the French.”

He mutters something I have no hope of understanding and I reward him with a kiss.

“I called you an annoying brat,” he says against my mouth.

“Don’t care. Still hot.”

Grae laughs and pulls away. “Menace.”

“Yep. Is Luka still asleep?”

Graeme nods and drags me by the hand from the entryway to the sunroom. “Yeah, I practically poured him into bed. He was so tired. Lucky for him, he doesn’t have to do the overnight shift often; he’s not built for it.”

“Not many are. I’ve gotten used to it, but my natural sleep cycle has always been later than everyone else’s.”

“Mine, too. It helped when Cal was a baby, allowing me to get up with him. I’m not sure how we made it through the first few years, since we were broke college kids and only had Rory’s mother to rely on, but somehow, we made it work.”

“You guys are great parents. I love seeing you with Callum.”

Grae rolls his eyes. “He’s weird as hell, but I kinda love him. He got the best and worst of both of us, but that’s not his fault.”

I laugh and move closer to him on the sofa, our thighs touching. “He’s great. Reminds me of my brother, Paris, actually.”

“Really?”

I nod. “Yeah, he’s really smart, but an odd duck. Of course, he’d probably say that about me, too.”

“I think that’s a sibling’s job. How many do you have?”

“Two, my brother and then Venice is our sister.”

Graeme gives me the same incredulous look almost everyone does. “Your siblings are named Paris and Venice?” I nod. “And you’re Denver?” More nodding.

“Sure am. My parents are…interesting, okay.” I laugh a little. “So I totally get where Callum is coming from. I love my family, but sometimes, they’re too much in my business. It’s nice having their support. I never had to like come out, necessarily, just tell them how I was feeling.”

“Sounds similar to how Rory was raised. His mom, Vera, is really sweet and supportive. She’s never treated me any differently, even when I told her I was a boy, not a girl, when we first met. I was only fifteen at the time, but she took me seriously…and I’d never had that before. Hell, she even encouraged us when we told her we were divorcing. All she ever wanted was to see us happy; whether that was together or apart didn’t matter.”

I place my hand on his leg and he covers it with his own. In a gentle tone, I say, “It’s safe to assume you didn’t have that from your bio family then.”

He scoffs. “Definitely not. The only one who still talks to me sometimes is my sister, and that’s just because she genuinely loves my kid. They’re not close, especially since Callum is adamant that he’s queer as well, but she tries, and that’s more than I can say about anyone else in my family.

“Sometimes, I wish she would decide to leave our lives for good rather than only calling every other month, but it’s better than nothing, and Cal really likes her. Though that has a lot to do with her being a veterinarian, so he gets to visit all the animals when he’s with her.” His hand on mine tightens. “When I got pregnant, she had the audacity to ask if I was ‘done with the trans thing now’. ”

I look at him in shock. “You’re kidding, right?”

He huffs a laugh. “Wish I was.”

“And you let Callum around that bitch?”

Graeme laughs, long and loud, the sound making my belly flutter and dick twitch, even as my heart aches for him. “I didn’t, not for a long time. Callum was about…four? When she reached out and apologized. She claimed that she’d had some time to reflect and realized she was wrong about me. I didn’t believe her one iota, and neither did Rory. We talked to her for a few months, just short conversations as we felt her out, nothing too personal. Then when we were sure she wouldn’t be a transphobe around our toddler, Rory took him to meet her and her daughter.

“It hasn’t been easy, and there have been a lot of steps backwards, but Rory mostly deals with it, even though she was not happy when I told her we were divorcing. She didn’t talk to either of us for about six months.”

“Ugh.” I roll my eyes. “One of those.”

“Pretty much. I stay out of it, and nothing Callum has said has raised red flags—he’d tell me if she was out of line. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he doesn’t really hold back.”

I can’t stop the laugh that escapes me. “Uhh, considering he said he wanted to be an only child because he likes being a spoiled brat… Yeah, I believe he’d speak up.”

“Right, so I’m not too worried. Of course, I’ll be pissed if she does ever step out of line, but well…I’d be a hell of a lot nicer than Callum. He’s…fiercely protective of Rory and me.”

“You’re raising a good one. Even if he’s a bit…”

“Strange?”

“I was trying to be nice!”

Graeme shakes his head. “There’s no ‘nice’ when it comes to Callum, you’ve been around him long enough to know that.”

I snort. “Yeah…” Deciding to change the subject away from barely-tolerant sisters, I nod to the laptop sitting on the table in front of the sofa. “Am I stopping you from working?”

“Nope. I finished.”

I look at him as a huge smile crosses my face. “Really?”

He grins back and nods. “Yep. Right before you got here, actually. It needs a lot of work, but that’s later Graeme’s problem. For now, it’s done and dusted and out of my hands for at least the next few days, before I go back and clean some stuff up for my beta readers.”

“We should celebrate,” I say with a cheeky grin.

“Oh, we should, hmm?”

“Uh-huh.” Leaning in, I kiss him nice and slow. “Shall we go downstairs and see if Luka’s awake yet?”

He kisses me deeply, tongue sweeping into my mouth and eliciting a moan from me. “J’ai envie de te baiser,” he whispers, making me shudder.

“I hope that was dirty.”

He chuckles. “It was… Let’s go downstairs.”

Extracting myself from Grae is hard, but getting Luka between and under us—or both—is too good to pass up.

Downstairs, I open Grae’s bedroom door to find Luka sitting up in the middle of it, the covers pooling at his waist. His red hair is in disarray, sleep’s still clouding his eyes, and his chest is on full display.

The small, rounded breasts with their pretty pink nipples are like a beacon and I take a step into the room before Luka registers what’s happening and pulls the covers to his chest, his entire face enflamed.

“Shit, sorry,” he says in a high, panicked voice. He drops his gaze to his lap as he leans forward, hunching his shoulders. “I can’t sleep in my binder, and I had my undershirt on, but I must have gotten too hot in my sleep and pulled it off. I do that sometimes.”

“Hey.” I cross the room and sit on the bed, Grae doing the same on Luka’s other side. “It’s okay. I’m sorry we saw something you’re not comfortable with, but it doesn’t change how we see you, Luka.”

He shakes his head, still clutching tight to the covers. “It’s one thing for you to look at what’s between my legs and say that. I know my vag is off-putting to some people, but a hole is a hole at the end of the day, and I have two down there. Plus, the testosterone has done enough over the years to make my T-dick look like an actual dick. I mean, you know , but it’s still a dick.

“This,” he straightens up and gestures to his covered chest, “There’s no hiding these. I got lucky in that I developed small. My sisters and my mother are all in the D or DD range. I was fucking terrified that I’d end up the same and wouldn’t be able to hide them.” He starts crying and all I want to do is wrap my arms around him, but I don’t think he’d welcome my touch right now. “I’ve worked so hard to get to where I am, to prove that I’m the man I am…and fuck, I just wish I could look at myself and see me .”

I…have absolutely no idea what to do or say right now. I knew for years that I didn’t fit into the “boy” or “girl” category. Falling outside the binary code was easy for me. My family is open and accepting, and didn’t care one way or another, so long as I was comfortable and safe in my own skin.

I look at Graeme, who, I’m sure, has felt all or at least some of the things Luka feels about his gender identity.

There’s a knowing pain in Grae’s soft blue eyes that breaks my heart for them both.

“You said the other night that you plan on having top surgery. Have you set any of that in motion yet?”

Luka nods. “My therapist from California set me up with someone here, and we’ve been going through the steps to find me a primary and then a surgeon. We’ve also discussed how I’d pay for it, if, for some reason, my insurance only covers a portion or none at all. She’s had patients before with my insurance that had no problem getting their surgeries covered, but you know our healthcare system is a joke at best. So I wanted to be prepared for everything.

“Part of the reason I moved out here is so I could get the rest of my gender affirmation procedures without my family breathing down my neck. They may not speak to me, but you can bet I heard it all once they learned I started T.” Luka wipes his eyes, but the damage is already done; his face is blotchy and there are tear-tracks running down his cheeks. He’s still as handsome as ever, though.

“When Valery needed a roommate, my cousin practically shoved me out the door and across the country. He was so sure this was the change I needed in order to finally get to live the life I’ve always wanted. The one I deserve.”

“He’s right, sweetheart,” I say softly. Taking a risk, I set my hand on Luka’s leg. “You moving was the best decision, not just for yourself, but for me. You’ve brightened my life, Luka, and I am so very grateful for that.”

He lets out a tear-filled, stuttered laugh. “I don’t see how. I’m a fucking mess.”

“Aren’t we all,” Grae says dryly. “I know where you’re coming from, I truly do. I wish I could say it doesn’t matter what parts you have or don’t have, but I know it matters to you. We were born into the wrong bodies, and fixing that can be a headache and a half sometimes. But you’re wrong if you think we can’t see the person—the man —you are. Your outsides don’t have to match your insides for us to see that, but we’ll never begrudge you for wanting that, as the only person who knows your body and how you feel about it is you.”

Graeme lifts Luka’s face to his and runs his thumb over his tear-streaked cheek. “You’re beautiful inside and out, Amour. Je tombe amoureux de toi tel que tu es.” He leans in and presses a soft kiss to Luka’s mouth. “I know it’s easier to say than it is to believe though.”

Graeme moves off the bed and removes his clothes. When he’s in just his briefs, he tugs them down a little so the scar running across the bottom of his abdomen is clearly visible. Unlike the ones on his chest, this one is darker than his skin tone, rather than fading.

“The one thing I hated about having Callum,” he says, “was actually having him. I couldn’t stomach the thought of giving birth vaginally. I might like getting fucked, but the idea that I had to do what my body was built to, just because of how I was born…” He shudders. “No, absolutely not. Luckily, my doctor listened to my concerns and we had a few different plans in place—because you can never predict how a birth is going to go, but we were as prepared as possible.” He gives a rueful smile then shrugs. “Anyway, I had a hysterectomy with my cesarean, no more babies for me. I love my kid, but no, I couldn’t go through that again.”

Graeme sits back on the bed and takes Luka’s hand in his. “My point is, I wasn’t born in the body that I felt belonged to me, and for close to a year, it wasn’t my own. For a long time afterwards, as I was healing and having to deal with my fluctuating hormones…I was a mess. Poor Rory.”

Graeme runs his thumb over the back of Luka’s hand as he bows his head. “I hated my body and the way I looked for a long time. I don’t think I have to explain to you how fucking hard it is to find pants that fit when the T is wreaking havoc on your body. Try going through that and then having a baby, then going back on T. It was…not fun. Sometimes, it still isn’t easy to find clothes that flatter my body shape.

“I’ve learned over the years to love myself and what I look like. Yes, that came about because I had some surgeries to help give me the body I feel comfortable in, and if that’s what you also need, then Den and I will be here to support you.”

He releases Luka’s hand and shifts on the bed until he’s sitting in front of him, and gently takes Luka’s freckled shoulders in his grasp. “Top surgery, no top surgery, hormones or none… You’re still a good-looking, sweet, and caring man, and I want nothing more than to show you what I see.”

More tears fall from Luka’s eyes, but these seem different, more emotional than the ones before. “You really mean it?”

Graeme smiles gently. “Yes, Mon Cher, I mean it.”

Luka looks at me and I cup his face with my hand. “Same goes for me, sweetheart. I’ve loved getting to know you, and it doesn’t matter what you look like. As long as you’re comfortable, I’m here for you. And I’ll show you that in every way you’ll allow me to.”

Luka takes a stuttering breath. “I… Thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever really believed that someone could love me, truly love me, for who I am. After all, my family doesn’t, so why would anyone else?”

“Your family needs to be launched into the sun,” I say.

Luka laughs. “Yeah, they really do.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, looking between me and Grae. “Thank you, truly. I… I never expected to find this, but I am so, so fucking grateful, and in awe that you’re here with me. That you want me, want this.” He tugs at the covers a little in emphasis.

Leaning in, I kiss him softly. “Sweetheart, I more than want you. I adore you.” It’s not the three words I want to say, but I don’t think any of us are ready for those, at least not today. This moment is heavy enough without more complicated emotions.

“I don’t deserve either of you,” Luka whispers.

“Now that’s a fucking lie,” Graeme replies. He slides his hands across Luka’s shoulders until they’re resting on either side of his neck. Tilting Luka’s head back, he exposes his throat. “You’re fucking beautiful, and you deserve all the nice things we say about you and then some.” Grae casts a sideways look at me before focusing back on Luka. “I want us to show you what you deserve, if you’ll let us?”

Luka swallows and his eyes flutter closed for a moment before he finally says, “Yes.”

Carefully, Graeme guides Luka down onto the bed. He grabs the covers once Luka is resting against the pillows but doesn’t tug them down. “I can get you a shirt, if you want one.”

Luka’s lips part and his chest rises and falls for a moment before he finally shakes his head. “I… It’s okay. I trust you.”

“Say red or yellow if you need us to stop or slow down,” Grae tells him. “Stop will work too, but those are easy to remember, and we’ll follow them instantly.”

Luka nods and mouths, “Okay.”

With a quick tug, Graeme tears the covers off of Luka, exposing him to us both. His chest rises and falls quickly, but neither of us try to tell him to calm down, we know they’re useless words.

We both kiss Luka’s mouth, taking our time with him before moving on. Graeme kisses down his throat, lapping at his collarbone for a moment before sucking up a bruise. Luka moans and arches, his soft moan is music to my ears.

I follow Grae’s example, tasting the soft skin along Luka’s shoulder, throat, and clavicle, connecting his freckles with my tongue, needing to continue to pull soft, sweet sounds from his lips.

Cupping one small, pert breast in my hand, I run my thumb along the smooth flesh. “Okay?” I check in.

Luka takes a stuttering breath but nods.

Trusting him to tell us when he’s reached his limit, I gently run a finger along his nipple, listening to the way his breath catches in his throat. Graeme follows my example, and in tandem, we work Luka’s sweet nipples to hardened peaks, both of us watching his reactions carefully.

His legs shift restlessly, and his back arches, pushing his chest into our touches. His face shows no sign of distress. Instead, his lips are parted as gasps and moans escape from them, while his eyes are closed, head thrown back in pleasure.

Looking to Graeme, I meet his eyes and we seem to come to a silent agreement as, with our gazes still locked on each other, we lower our heads and take a respective nipple into our mouths.

Luka moans, his back arching further, as his hands move to our hair. He doesn’t try to guide us, but he does hold on tight, his fingers pulling at our hair.

Dragging my hand down his body, I gently nudge his leg aside, and slide my hand into his briefs. His T-dick is straining, and I don’t hesitate to rub my fingers over it, listening to him moan as his body shudders.

Graeme’s fingers meet mine and we take turns teasing Luka’s T-dick and entrance, as we continue to work his nipples into swollen points.

Pulling back, I sit up to watch as Graeme takes Luka apart. They look good together. Luka’s flushed from head to toe, his cheeks almost as red as his hair as he moans and writhes in pleasure. Graeme expertly fucks Luka with his fingers while at the same time, he presses their lips together.

The sight of them makes me moan and my cock throbs, wanting some type of friction, but I refuse to give in, knowing that if I start touching myself now, I won’t want to stop until I come.

Moving down the bed, I slide Luka’s briefs down and off, then nudge his legs further apart and lean over one thigh, latching my mouth onto his T-dick. His hips thrust up at my touch. I suck and tongue at his T-dick, enjoying the way it feels in my mouth. Sucking two fingers in alongside him, I get them nice and wet before bypassing Grae’s busy fingers and pressing against his other hole.

Luka moans and shifts on the bed as I rub against him before pressing one finger inside. Graeme and I begin fucking him in tandem, one of us pulling our fingers out while the other thrusts in, making him whine and cry out at every motion.

Over and over, we fuck him, and I can’t help but wonder how he’ll sound if we do this with our dicks… The thought of Luka being speared by one of us in each hole at the same time has my own cock aching.

We fuck Luka until he comes, his whole body shuddering as his cries seem to echo around the room. His ass contracts around my fingers and his T-dick spasms on my tongue. Slowly, I pump into him a few more times before sliding out of his body. I don’t want to let go of his taste, but I eventually let his poor, spent T-dick slip from my mouth.

Sitting on my knees, I watch as Graeme also removes his fingers from Luka’s body. Before he can do or say anything, I grab his wrist and bring said fingers to my mouth, sucking the taste off them.

Graeme moans and also sits on his knees. His blue eyes are dark with desire, and when I let his fingers go, he tangles them in my hair, drawing me in for a kiss over Luka’s spent body.

Our tongues duel for dominance as we reach for one another. There’s not a fumble as he swiftly opens my pants and gets my cock out, stroking me from root to tip. His fingers around my dick have me moaning, and pre-cum escapes the head. It’s not going to take much before I come.

Grabbing the side of his underwear, I tug them down as far as I’m able to and reach between his legs. Fingering his dick, I jerk him off hard and fast, enjoying the way he groans into my mouth. Slipping a finger inside him, I enjoy how tight and wet he is already. It doesn’t seem like either of us will take long to come.

Graeme tugs my bottom lip with his teeth and I shiver, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure, heightening every sense—as if I wasn’t already a livewire of need and desire.

Grae smears my pre-cum around my dick, and his other hand lets go of my hair to shove my pants further down so he can grab my balls. His warm, tight grip is perfect, and my undoing.

Breaking away from his mouth, I gasp as I come, coating his hand as I shake with pleasure.

Graeme groans and his body tightens around my finger, his dick jerking as I begin to stroke him faster and harder until he comes as well, his body trembling as he does.

Carefully, I release him, making sure he watches as I lick my fingers clean, the taste of him mixing with what lingers of Luka in my mouth. More cum leaks from my cock as I savor their flavors on my tongue before I collapse at Luka’s side.

Graeme lays on the other side and reaches across Luka, finding my hand and tangling our fingers together. Luka reaches down and grabs our joined hands, bringing them to rest on his stomach, his hand settling on top. The three of us catch our breaths like that, comfortably content with one another, and connected in ways I don’t think any of us expected to be.