Finding Home at Randy’s (Diner Days)

Chapter 28

S etting my headset onto the desk, I take a long breath, the need to be ‘on’ leaving me as soon as I log off.

“You okay, Luka?” Bonnie, the shift supervisor, asks.

I give her what I hope is a believable smile. “I’m fine. Just need some food and sleep, and maybe a trashy TV show to decompress from…” I gesture to the monitor and headset. “All that.”

She gives me a sympathetic smile. “Maybe some alcohol, too. You did good.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you Monday.”

“Have a good weekend.”

Quickly, I gather my stuff so I can get out of here. It’s rare that I have the entire weekend off, but after today, I sure as hell need it. I’ve had rough calls before, but this was… It’s going to stay with me for a while.

I’m almost out the door when Ivy catches up to me. “Hey, I’m meeting Axel at Frisky’s later, want to join us?”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “Maybe next time. I really need to go home and relax right now.”

She gives me a sad smile. “Yeah… I heard about today. You give me or Axel a call this weekend if you need to talk, okay?”

“I will.”

“Good. Go home to your lovers, I’ll talk to you soon.”

Her words help knock some of the sadness from the day away, and I smile shyly as I feel my face heat. “See ya.”

Outside, I head straight for Graeme’s car. I am extremely lucky, and spoiled, that he cares so much about me that he’s willing to drive me to and from work. Because driving in the snow? That’s a hell no on my list. Even when the sky is clear and the roads are snow-free, like now, I’ll pass, thanks. That was one and done for me.

Graeme assures me he doesn’t mind, and he’s the one with the most flexible schedule, so he volunteered to help save me from my anxiety-induced drives every work day.

“Hey, how was your day?” Graeme leans over and plants a kiss on my cheek as soon as I’m settled into the seat.

I sigh. “It…could have been better.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Biting my lip, I look down at my hands in my lap and shake my head. “No… Just a bad call.”

He places a hand on my leg. “I’m sorry, Mon Cher. You know you can talk to me, right? Or Denver? They’ve seen a lot at the hospital, so they’ll understand the not-so-good parts of the job.”

I nod. “Yeah, I know. I just…need to process, and then let it go. It’s not my first, nor will it be my last call that didn’t end well. It comes with the job.”

“I don’t know how you do it,” he says softly.

I shrug. “I like helping, feeling useful, being the person who’s there when someone needs their worries soothed, or are facing down their worst moments. Sometimes it’s hard, yeah, and it’s a pretty thankless job a lot of the time, but… I don’t know.

“I sort of fell into it because I needed a job, and I don’t know if it’s something I’ll be able to do forever, but I don’t mind it for now.”

“Okay, as long as you’re happy where you are, Den and I will be here to support you.”

“I know.” Reaching over, I place my hand on Graeme’s thigh, secure in the knowledge that I have people here for me who care and want to be by my side through all my ups and downs. The thought has my throat closing up a little as I choke down tears, the emotions swirling through me becoming overwhelming.

“Rory is with Bertie tonight,” Graeme says. “And Cal is spending the night with Vera as they’re doing some secret squirrel shit in the park tomorrow.”

“Not with actual squirrels, right?” I ask.

He shrugs. “It’s Callum, so who knows. Either way, we have the house to ourselves for the night. Denver should be here with the food any second. Why don't you go down and shower?”

“Yeah. I'm stealing your clothes.”

He laughs. “You won't hear me complaining about that, Mon Cher.”

I leave him upstairs and head down to his bedroom.

I've spent more time here over the last few weeks than I have at the apartment I share with Valery. More and more it's beginning to feel like home, especially when all five of us are around.

I linger under the shower for longer than I probably should since Denver is bringing dinner, but the hot water and alone time go a long way to soothing my battered heart. I cry a little, and though I’m not religious in the slightest, I take a moment to think about the family of the woman who couldn’t be saved today.

My heart aches for her and her loved ones, but I know nothing I did or didn’t do over the phone would have mattered. I’m just glad I was able to provide what I could at those crucial few moments.

Wiping my eyes, I shut the shower off and get out, taking my time drying myself while I check the mirror to make sure my eyes or expression won’t give me away. I don’t want Graeme and Denver to worry about me, so I splash some water on my face, trying to get rid of the “I cried in the shower” look.

Sometimes, I really hate how I seem to have gotten all the inconvenient redheaded genes that my siblings missed out on. Like, my sister, Georgia, can full-on ugly cry for an hour straight and then go win a beauty pageant twenty minutes later with only a tissue to clean up her face. It’s annoying. Especially since she has flawless porcelain skin, long auburn hair, and clear blue eyes. The rest of us have our mother’s hazel eyes, though I’m the only one that got her bright red hair.

Wrapping my towel over my chest, I step out of the bathroom, only to stop short at the sight of both Denver and Graeme sitting on the bed.

“Hey, I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?”

Grae shakes his head. “No, Amour, you didn’t. Don’t worry.”

“Heard you had a rough day, sweetheart,” Denver says.

I let out a shaky breath and nod. “Something like that. It’s fine, they happen.”

“Will you let us take care of you for a while?” Graeme asks.

I look between the two of them, suddenly very aware that I’m standing in just a towel while they’re both fully dressed. While we’ve all seen each other in various stages of undress by now, sometimes I still get a little apprehensive. It's as if I'm worried one of them will change their mind and not want to be with me because I still don’t fully look like the man they want to be with.

Grae gets off the bed. “Please, Luka.”

I realize I haven’t answered, not that I know how to. “Take care, how?”

Graeme sets his hands on my shoulders, gently squeezing them, eliciting a soft moan from my throat as the pressure of his fingers unclenches my muscles. “Denver brought their rope. I want to watch them tie you up and have their wicked way with you, before I swoop in and ease the rest of your worries.”

My stomach flutters and my breath hitches. We’ve talked about doing…things. I know both Denver and Graeme have experience with kink and BDSM. And while I’ve been to two munches with Denver now, I haven’t given much thought to actually trying anything with them.

Though, I have to admit, we all like it when they order me around in bed, and I’ve found it’s easy to comply because I can…shut my brain off and just be.

“Nothing hardcore,” Denver assures me. “I like playing with sensory stuff. Tying you to the bed and driving you to the brink of orgasm with just my touch… You, helpless, unable to see or hear or move… I want that very much, sweetheart.”

My T-dick throbs at Denver’s words. I didn’t realize how much I wanted that until this moment…

“I’m not going to do all that now,” Denver says. “But it’s a fantasy I want us to work up to.”

Graeme runs his hands down my arms, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Tonight,” he tells me, “Denver is going to tie you up, drive you to the brink…and then we’re going to fuck you.” I gasp. “Get you out of your head for a little while. What do you think?”

Swallowing, I nod. “Yes, please.”

“Good.” Graeme leans in and kisses me. It’s soft and sweet, but utterly consuming. So much so, I don’t notice Denver moving around the room until they’re behind me and running their hands across my shoulders.

Breaking away from Grae with a gasp, I lean back into Denver, moaning when Grae takes the opportunity to kiss down my neck to the top of my chest. He tugs at the towel, and when it opens, he licks and kisses his way to my nipple.

There’s always a flash of fear initially, knowing that they’re going to touch and kiss that part of me, but then they do and all my worries flutter away as pleasure takes over.

Graeme bites at my nipple, worrying it between his teeth as he rolls the other into a stiff peak. Rubbing my thighs together restlessly as my T-dick aches with need, I let Denver manipulate my arms. They carefully maneuver them behind my back, their fingers soft and gentle as they caress my skin.

“That’s it,” they whisper into my ear. “Just like this.” They fold my arms together, and after a few adjustments, they begin tying me up.

The rope gliding against my skin is different than I expected. I thought I’d panic or it’d be irritating, but instead, as it slides over my flesh, I shiver. The sensations of having the rope move and tighten against me is unlike any I’ve ever experienced.

My T-dick aches as much as my sore, throbbing nipples do, and the slow building pleasure from being held between the two people I trust the most heightens every sensation. Not only that, my head slowly empties of every thought except the two of them.

Denver runs their hands along my bound arms. “No pinching or pulling?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s…” I let out a gasp as Graeme kneels in front of me, his hands going to my thighs and gently encouraging my legs to part. “It’s fine.”

“Good. Yellow will get us to stop and check on you. Red stops everything. Understand?”

“Yes…”

Graeme leans forward and places his mouth on my T-dick, making me arch into the pleasure. Denver finds my hips and holds me steady as Graeme sucks me off, and I shake with need.

“I want to fuck you,” Denver says, dragging their hard cock across my ass.

Whimpering, I rest my head on their shoulder, trusting them to hold me up as Grae teases my entrance with his finger.

“Let’s get him onto the bed,” Denver tells Graeme.

I whine as Graeme pulls away from me, but move where they want me. Denver guides me onto my back on the bed. It’s uncomfortable to lay on my arms, but not unbearably so, and when Graeme spreads my legs wide and lowers his mouth to my ass, I forget all about how I’m laying.

Graeme’s mouth and tongue lap at my hole, softening it until he’s able to get a finger inside. While he does that, Denver plays with my already stiff nipples, rolling them in between their fingers. Every nerve in my body is on fire between the two of them, and need coils in my gut.

When Graeme starts playing with my T-dick, smoothing his finger across the head before lowering his hand and fingering my entrance, while at the same time still playing with my ass, I lose my mind. My hips buck into him as my head thrashes from side to side. My orgasm coils inside, and right before it explodes, they both stop touching me.

Whining, I arch my back off the bed, seeking their touch.

“Shh,” Denver soothes, running their fingers through my hair. “We’ll give you what you need.”

“Choose your adventure,” Graeme says, drawing my attention to him.

I didn’t even realize he’d left the bed, but I look at where he stands at the foot, three dicks in hand.

My breath catches as I eye each one. They’re all very different, and I’d like to feel them all one day, but for now, I nod towards the one in the middle. “The rainbow.”

Graeme grins. “Good choice.”

He places the other dildos back in a drawer in his armoire before attaching the rainbow one to a harness. Graeme strips off his clothes and steps into the harness, the need steadily building with each second.

My T-dick throbs with anticipation as I watch Grae fish a small vibe from the drawer and turn it on, before sliding it into the pocket attached to the harness. Watching him adjust himself before turning back to the bed, rainbow dick leading the way, has me aching for the feel of him deep inside me.

Instead of sliding into my prepared body though, Graeme pulls me up, forcing me to kneel on the bed before turning me around.

My breath catches as Denver quickly undresses, before laying on the bed and stroking their hard cock.

“Do you want us to fuck you?” Graeme asks.

I nod quickly, hoping to show my eagerness. With his hands on my hips, Grae helps me straddle Denver, their cock teasing right where I need it to.

Denver glides their hands up and down my body. “You’re so beautiful,” they whisper.

Together, the two of them guide Denver’s cock to my entrance, making me throw my head back on a moan.

“That’s it,” Denver whispers. “Your cunt is so tight and warm, made perfect for me.”

Slowly, they both lift me up and then back down onto Denver’s cock. The fullness is exquisite, and I want nothing more than to spear myself on them, letting them fill me, and just…hold them there.

“Stay here, okay?” Graeme says, as if I would want to be anywhere else.

He lets go of me and moves across the bed to pull a condom from the nightstand. Watching him roll it over the rainbow cock before coating it in lube has me rocking my hips in need.

Denver’s fingers dig into the skin of my hips, holding me still.

Graeme settles behind me once more, this time with the bottle of lube in hand. The first touch of his slick fingers to my hole has me moaning and grinding onto Denver’s cock.

Grae doesn’t go slow, entering me with two fingers and slicking up my channel. Groaning, I try to thrust back onto Graeme’s fingers, whining when the grip on my hips tighten.

“Let it happen, sweetheart,” Denver tells me, their firm tone going straight to my T-dick, making it jerk and pulse with need.

Graeme pulls his fingers out and then returns with them lubed up again, only this time there’s three. He stretches me, and holding myself still enough so he can is a feat. Thankfully, he doesn’t take too long getting me ready, because I’m this close to begging.

“I need you to hold very still, Amour,” Graeme says in a wrecked voice.

Pleasure curls in me at the thought of driving him as crazy as he’s making me. When his cock presses against my hole, I moan and tremble, wishing I had my hands free so I could use them to help balance myself.

One of Grae’s hands settles at my waist, while the other helps guide his cock into me. Moaning, I curse at the feeling of fullness. It’s almost overwhelming, having the two of them inside me at the same time.

It might have been a fantasy to be stuffed in both holes at the same time, but the reality is always so much more than expected. In a good way, the best way.

Slowly, they begin fucking into me. It takes a moment for them to find a rhythm, one pulling out while the other pushes in, but soon enough, they figure out a groove, spearing me between them while I’m helpless to do anything but take it.

The pleasure builds in me until I’m gasping, unable to hold a coherent thought except that I need more. More of them, more stimulation on my T-dick, more tugs to my nipples, more of something , anything.

“ Please ,” I gasp.

“Do you want to come, Mon Cher?” Graeme flicks his finger against my T-dick and my body clenches in pleasure.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” Denver gasps out. “His cunt gets so fucking tight when he’s close.”

“Next time,” Graeme muses, “We’re going to have to switch.”

“Yesss,” Denver hisses.

Graeme moves his hand to my throat, holding me there firmly as he fucks me harder, shoving me down onto Denver’s cock every time he thrusts in. His soft grunts in my ear, and the way he works my T-dick, are almost too much.

Denver’s hands squeeze my hips so hard that I know they’re going to leave bruises, and I welcome it. When they thrust up into me hard and fast, I lose it. Trapped between them, my orgasm takes me almost by surprise. As my entire body begins shaking and convulsing on their cocks, my eyes close and I gasp for air.

I lose track of time as my orgasm rolls through me, aftershocks forcing me to jerk on the cocks that are still deep inside me.

Distantly, I’m aware of Denver cursing and coming in me, their seed searing my channel, making another wave of pleasure rush through me.

Graeme fucks into me a few more times before he also comes, his uninhibited groans in my ear causing goosebumps to race down my spine.

Time seems to freeze as we stay in the moment, both of them holding still in me until Graeme finally pulls out, leaving me aching and wanting, even with Denver still buried inside.

My arms are released from their binds, and I moan as blood seems to rush through my forearms and hands, my shoulders aching as Graeme rubs them.

Denver eases me off their cock and sits up, helping Graeme ease the ache in my arms before they lay me down on the bed.

“Okay?” Denver asks, brushing the sweaty hair from my forehead.

I nod. “I’m going to be bruised all over, but I am looking forward to it.”

“You’ll tell me if it was too much? First times are hard. I know it didn’t seem like much, but giving up that type of control…it can make you drop hard. So don’t be surprised if you’re a little out of sorts for the next few hours, or even days.”

I give them a gentle smile. “I know. Well, I mean, I’ve been reading the stuff that you sent, and Cin gave me a lot of good material too at the last munch. I promise, I wanted it; it was exactly what I needed after the day I’ve had.”

They kiss me softly. “I love you,” they whisper.

I gasp, my eyes going wide as they fill with tears. “I…I love you, too.”

The bed on my other side dips as Graeme takes a seat after cleaning himself, and his detachable dick, up.

“Je t'aime, Mon Amour.” Graeme gently turns my head to his to kiss me.

“Love you too,” I say against his lips, my eyelids drooping as exhaustion hits.

As I lose the fight against sleep, I can hear my lovers exchanging words of love and kisses above me, and I let the happiness coursing through me carry into my dreams.