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It was, almost, familiar. The dusky light of evening streaming through their windows into the living room, flooding it with gold. Mika, in a hoodie and sweat shorts, apron over the top, its strings bouncing against his bottom as he hopped between the kitchen cabinets and drawers—the apron, mark of domesticity, wonderfully overkill for a plate of snacks—yelling out his contributions to the conversation. Bennett ran his fingers through his hair, wetting his lips unconsciously, as he looked from the sound of his boyfriend’s voice to Freminet, sitting next to him on the sofa.
Freminet was adding his two cents: “Non, non. We ‘ave nothing like that in Fontaine.” His face was the very picture of accommodating bafflement. “We prefer less violent tales, maybe. Sad ones.”
Mika’s voice carried from the kitchen. “Really? No naughty children getting their fingers chopped off for sucking their thumbs?”
“What?!” Bennett yelped. He shared an incredulous look with Freminet.
“You’ve never heard of Der Struwwelpeter? Really?” Mika peeked around the corner, a platter in his hand. “It was very popular with my mother.” He laughed at his own joke, retreating again behind the pillar.
Freminet shrugged, his bemused confusion remaining. In Bennett’s judgment, he seemed to be thinking, provincial barbarians, quite loudly. Bennett giggled, observing the emotions roiling over Freminet’s face.
“What was your favorite then?” Bennett asked. Mika echoed him, “Yeah! Tell us!”
Absentmindedly, Freminet began chewing on his fingernail. “Mmm, Thelxie the Water Imp. It is my favorite. A fairie tale.”
In the pause which followed, Mika padded into the living room with his snack platter. He set the plate carefully on their modest coffee table, and, huffing out a breath, plopped down between the two of them in a splay of knocking limbs, on the middle cushion. “Honey, grab the wine?” Bennett nodded placidly, and stood up to fetch the bottle and some cups. Glancing over his shoulder, Bennett smirked; Mika hadn’t scooted over, in fact, his boyfriend had casually thrown a leg over Freminet’s thigh. If it wasn’t obvious what we were doing before, his mind trailing off, walking into the kitchen.
“It is about a prince called Thelxie,” Freminet cleared his throat, continuing; he spoke up enough for Bennett to hear. “He is a water imp, a legend native to certain regions of Fontaine. He goes with certain friends to retake his kingdom at the bottom of the sea, which ‘as been overrun by monsters. The original version is very sad.”
Bennett had the glasses, mismatched. Where was the corkscrew again? He rummaged around, yelling out: “Hmm, sounds like Mika would hate it!”
He heard his boyfriend shout back, “Would not!” And then softer, “Actually, maybe I would. Sorry, Freminet. I prefer something a bit scarier…” Mika laughed, adding: “The monsters sounded good.”
Freminet laughed as well. “I do not like being scared, non.”
“Me either!” Bennett called out, finding the corkscrew and undoing the foil. With the pen knife, he dislodged the top with a pop!
Mika piped up again, getting in a good-natured dig of his own: “You should see him when we watch scary movies, Freminet.” He heard his boyfriend miming his jumpy reactions; it was one of Mika’s favorite jibs at his expense. Freminet was chuckling along with. “It’s kinda funny how jittery he gets…”
Bennett returned to the living room, the bottle and a glass in one hand, two glasses balanced precariously in the other. “Got the wine!” Bennett interrupted. He and Mika had discussed it earlier, Diluc’s special bottle from the other day; it struck them as the perfect excuse to open the fancy thing. They looked up at him, smiling, clearing having fun.
As he took in the two of them, Bennett found his own grin overtaking his face. Mika’s limb draped over Freminet’s thigh, the loose leg-hole riding up, exposing his boyfriend’s knobby knee and pasty skin. Still, Bennett wrinkled his nose; Mika’s silly reliance on hoodies, just like Freminet had said. And lower, the clear outline of a bulge in Mika’s sweats; the fabric did nothing to hide it. Freminet, on the other hand, had worn Bennett’s favorite outfit: the tan-ish overalls, the tight-fitting white tank top; there was no blazer today, letting Bennett run his eyes over the pale arms, the lithe muscle tone underneath. In Bennett’s absence, Freminet had straightened Mika’s lower leg into his lap, caressing the bare skin; Mika’s foot was blocking his view, he wondered if Freminet was, also, already hard or getting there. Either way, pleasure thronged in Bennett; this was going well indeed.
Mika giggled, pushing the snack platter with his other foot, trying to make room on the table. Bennett play-kicked him, making him yelp. He put down the glasses first, and poured generous helpings of wine—one, two, three pours; Bennett set the bottle aside. Then he tugged the table a few inches away from them. “Just in case.”
He tried sitting in his previous place, on Mika’s other side. His boyfriend clearly had other ideas. As his butt hit the sofa, Mika twisted to grab him around the waist and pull him over onto his lap: Bennett landed sideways on top of them both, sucking in a breath. Immediately, he was being tickled by two pairs of hands, Mika first, Freminet barely missing a beat to join in. “Hahaha, stop, stop!” Bennett repeated; he yipped, laughing, squirming and balling up, jostling wildly. Somebody, Mika, slapped him on the ass; he let out a strangled bark. As he struggled, there was an ouch! And the grunts and squeals of the boys, nipping and grabbing at his sides and middle.
They let him off. Bennett turned, smiling from across their laps, his neck angled awkwardly over Mika’s thigh and head bent into Freminet’s crotch. Breathless, he regarded them, gazing at each in turn. “Hi,” Mika whispered, calm now. Freminet followed suit, said, “’ello, Bennett.”
“You guys are jerks.” He pouted at them, crossing his arms. “Hot jerks!” Mika poked him in the tummy, making him flinch; he glared at his boyfriend in response. “Let me up. I want some wine.” He ground his head backward, firmly, swaying from side-to-side; he could feel the half-hard snake of Freminet’s cock shifting around, as he rubbed against it. Freminet’s eyes fluttered. Getting there, he thought.
Bennett did want the wine, however. He continued to pout, exaggeratedly, until Freminet embraced him around the middle and lifted him; Bennett received a kiss, wet against his cheek, as Freminet propped him into a sitting position. Mika withdrew his leg, wincing, from underneath him. Bennett watched, perched on a thigh each, as both Mika and Freminet shared another look. He rotated, stretching for a wine glass. “Careful, honey,” Mika urged.
“I got it…” And Bennett did, handing the glass to Freminet. “Guests first.” He repeated the motion twice more, giving Mika the second stem and keeping the last for himself.
“Thank you, Bennett. Merci.” Freminet lilted out the last word, musical. “Truly, I am glad to know you.” The gaze Bennett received was unambiguous, loving; there was no other way to interpret it. Then, almost shyly, Freminet faced Mika as well. “Both of you. I am honored.” He clinked his wine glass against Bennett’s, then Mika’s, and sipped the first taste. The whole gesture felt unusually intimate, and Bennett’s heart ached, remembering that Freminet would leave tomorrow, remembering he would be alone back in Fontaine.
To his surprise, Mika spoke what he was thinking: “It’s a shame you have to leave tomorrow.” Already, Bennett saw, his teeth were a bit stained from the wine. He grinned, mouthed I-love-you to his boyfriend. Mika held his look for a moment, then, peered into the depths of his glass, eyes glazing over in thought. “Bennett’s really going to miss you, Freminet. I think—” Mika continued, haltingly, “I think I would, umm, will too. I wish I’d gotten to know you better.” Carefully, Mika shifted underneath him on the sofa, scooting closer to Freminet, until they were pressed next to each other. He wasn’t alone; Freminet nestled against the shorter boy, in silent answer. Bennett was still sitting astride their legs, straddling a thigh each, heeding this and sipping his wine. His love for his boyfriend’s vulnerability and frankness in this moment crowded out all other feeling.
Bennett hiked his hips further up the makeshift seat of limbs, bringing himself in closer. “You know, Freminet. We sort-of brought you here on purpose.” He took another gulp of wine, fortifying himself.
“You did, hein?” Freminet studied him with amusement.
“Uh huh.” He nodded, his head feeling fuzzy. Bennett had to keep hold of his wine glass. With his other arm, he leaned forward and nudged Freminet’s face to his left against the sofa; then he reached over to his boyfriend, and turned Mika too, right, till the boys faced one another, inches apart. Bennett watched them both flush crimson, Mika gulping, Freminet’s sighing as they beheld at one another. “Now kiss, you’ve seen the memes.” Bennett announced, smartly.
He giggled. Then, Bennett watched Mika bite his lip, eyes suddenly downcast. “Only if you want to.” Mika whispered, still looking at Freminet bashfully.
Freminet inclined his head, tilting and closing his eyes, as his lips made contact with Mika’s. His boyfriend relaxed into the kiss, eyelids fluttering shut, a little sound escaping his mouth. Like making my Knights of Favonius action figures kiss, Bennett reflected; a memory of childhood games flashed through his mind. Again, he giggled to himself. His breathing deepened, as he observed. Bennett felt his cock expanding, lengthening, in his clothes; Mika groaned as Freminet reared a little from his seat, angling down, forcing his tongue deeper into Mika’s mouth. This is so fucking hot. Bennett was truly tipsy now. Though, whether it was the wine or the scene playing out in front of him, he couldn’t say.
Mika and Freminet broke apart, smiling wild and radiant at one another. In unison, they turned their attention to Bennett. His boyfriend signaled wordlessly to his crotch, with an incline of the head; yes, he was bulging. Freminet took a deep breath; his expression said: Happy now?
Something, some self-satisfied emotion must have played across his features. Freminet responded, “You know, I had an inkling.” The smirk, the pitch of his brows, it made Bennett really want to laugh.
Then they were all laughing, sharing the joke, tipsy and turned on, glowing in the sparkle of this. Bennett considered how absurd this plan had been, how obvious their intentions, plus plain awkward he and Mika had been. I really am a mess. He kept on laughing, pleased they’d plowed through anyways—that Freminet had seen, assented to, and wanted to be here with them both, anyways, at all. Bennett was happy. But, feeling his dick straining against his briefs, he wasn’t quite satisfied yet either.
He climbed off of their two thighs, jostling them and drawing their attention. Bennett took a final swig of wine, draining his glass completely. Then he set down the empty thing with a flourish, and pulled off his shirt. “You better join me,” he commanded, unbuttoning the clasp on his shorts next.
Mika’s eyes twinkled. Freminet checked him out, leering, as Benett tugged off more and more clothing; he didn’t try to be sultry, the tipsiness made him too bold and clumsy about this, Bennett simply stripped. Mika shot up to standing, prying off his hoodie, revealing his wiry arms and slim chest. (Mika hadn’t bothered with a t-shirt.) Bennett saw him dispense with the rest of his glass.
Bennett was down to his briefs when Freminet started to rise. The boy’s huge dick bulged his overalls impressively. Mika’s going to unravel, when he finally sees it. He licked his lips, just imagining the thought of it. But not yet, Bennett still had one more piece of his plan to hatch, something he hadn’t told his boyfriend. As Freminet slanted upward, Bennett stuck out his foot and pushed him back into the sofa cushions. The wine sloshed, but Freminet held fast to the glass steadily.
“Not yet, Freminet. Finish your wine.” Bennett stretched his leg seductively, or tried anyways, drawing the pad of his toes in a line down Freminet’s abdomen to the bulging package. “Oui, monsieur!” Freminet said, taking another sip of wine.
Bennett wobbled unexpectedly, his balance lost as he attempted to hold Freminet’s eyes. His foot swung wildly; Freminet barked in surprise and concern. But Mika was there already, catching and righting him, bringing their bodies together. Bennett laughed, “Whoops.” Freminet grinned at them, “Euh, oops.” Bennett turned his attention to his boyfriend, whose arms were wrapped around him. Mika was already nude: his thick cock was poking at Bennett’s side, pressed against the dimple of his bum. They faced each other, Mika kissing him eager and wanton. Tongues dancing, his boyfriend’s breath in his mouth, Bennett moaned obscenely. His dick was still confined inside the briefs, tenting the soft cotton, the mild discomfort drawing out his whining. Mika bucked against him, grinding his cock roughly. Bennett was gasping; he needed to come up for air.
He pulled off, letting himself be held still. Bennett pecked Mika on the cheek, the chin, the tip of his nose. His boyfriend was flushed, lust written all over his face. They giggled, turning to Freminet on the sofa.
“Holy shit.” Bennett knew it. Freminet had undone and stripped his overalls fully down to his ankles, along with his briefs; he hadn’t removed the tank top, but it was hauled up around his sternum, out of the way of his lap. The freckled skin shone pale in the low light, a little sweaty. Freminet’s cock was rock hard, pointing straight up in his deft hands, as he stroked all ten-inches in their pretty, girthy glory. “It’s fucking monstrous!” Mika breathed, making Bennett snicker. Exactly as he had predicted, awe.
Freminet slowed his strokes, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t really know what to say.” He crinkled his nose, embarrassed. “May I join you now?” Freminet looked at Bennett, when he asked this; the wine glass, half-drunk or empty, was nowhere to be seen.
“No, non. Go into the bathroom, over there.” Bennett bobbed his head in the right direction. Freminet looked, almost, guilty; he was most certainly confused. “Check the shower. There’s something inside for you.”
Mika looked at him, bewildered. “Bennett?”
“It’s OK, trust me.” He looked between the two of them. He nodded, resolutely, injecting the certainty he felt into his voice. “I promise, you’ll like it.”
Freminet gave his small smile in response. Still mildly bewildered, he rose from the sofa, standing fully, his big cock and balls flopping about. “I guess I should get out of this attire.” Freminet studied him, again, pensively. Bennett hummed in reply.
Freminet stepped around them. Almost out of reach, Bennett made a grab at the boy’s arm to stop and turn him. A kind of helplessness shone in the ocean-blue eyes; Bennett leaned over to kiss him, soft and comforting. Again, he infused his voice with certitude: “I promise, OK?” Mika leaned against his cheek gently; the intimacy was its own reassurance. Freminet breathed in, nodding. He padded toward the bathroom as directed, undressing as he went.
“What are you doing?” Mika’s words were barely a whisper.
Bennett snapped his head around, facing his boyfriend. Mika. Handsome, horny, clowning, considerate Mika. Right now looking flustered and confused. His canary hair was fluffed from the sofa, from all their making out. His lips were a little more red than normal, stained by the wine. Bennett locked their mouths together again, immediately shoving his tongue inside. He breathed back his answer, between sucking kisses: “It’s alright, Mika.” A more cogent Bennett, or maybe the Bennett of two months ago, might have taken this as a sign to worry. He didn’t.
“Help me get these off,” he whispered, wiggling his hips. Without stopping their mouths, Mika helped him work down the briefs and step out of them; Bennett sighed when his cock was finally free. They continued making out, pressed tightly, Mika frotting their erections together. Bennett was dizzy with the sensations, wound up, ready for Freminet to join them again.
There was no waiting long.
“’ello.” Freminet lingered at the threshold of their short hallway, sheepish, only a pace or so into the room. They turned to look, Mika instantly gawking at the sight. Surprise! Bennett smirked.
Freminet stood, hands on his hips, the tank top long gone. Pale and peppered all over with light brown freckles, his body almost glimmered in the low light, a precious stone, faceted and perfect. Of course, Freminet had kicked off his overalls and briefs already; his dick had wilted a little, but hung half-erect along between heavy hairless balls. As Bennett was used to with him, Freminet’s foreskin still covered the big mushroom tip; his mouth watered, remembering the feeling of locking his throat around it, running his tongue between foreskin and the delicate head. Lower still, Freminet’s long slender legs rested little more than shoulder-width apart, clothed snugly in the sheer-white stockings Bennett had claimed from Lyney. He was a few inches taller than Bennett, the hems hit above his knees; and this did nothing to spoil the effect. If anything, Freminet’s bare thighs seemed more solid and masculine in contrast, clashing sexily with the effeminacy the garment tendered. Bennett thought it might be the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, maybe ever would see. To top it off, Freminet blushed deeply under their twinned gaze.
The awe which had laced Mika’s voice earlier returned now, forcefully. “Holy shit. Freminet, you are so fucking hot.” Somehow, the flush grew redder. “This was your idea?”
Bennett nodded, “Uh huh. Told you you’d like it.” Mika gulped, chuckling. “Sorry for not asking ahead of time.” This, he meant for Mika, Freminet, both of them; He licked his lips, smiling. “Are you OK with this, Freminet? You look really beautiful.”
“Oui, yes. It is interesting.” Freminet returned the smile. “Only. I am feeling a bit left out.”
Mika’s smirk was quick, flashed at Bennett before bounding away and over to the boy, taking Freminet’s hand. Mika smacked his kiss onto Freminet’s cheek, and pulled the Fontainian gently into the room proper, back toward the sofa. Bennett breathed in slowly, guzzling the air, his grin threating to overtake his face. His hands, tentatively, reached up, digits outstretched; it was an odd gesture, like he was pinching the leftover gap invisibly between his thumb and forefinger, striking the match of space-time between them. There was a pause, when they all looked at each other, grinning and unmoved, Bennett not quite touching anyone yet. He realized, with a shiver, they were waiting for his cue.
Satisfaction rumbled through him, Oh, to give a bottom such power. Bennett laughed out loud. “Come here, handsome.”
Then he reached down to take Freminet’s cock in one hand. Bennett ran his fingers up and down the huge shaft, feeling the soft skin, delaying for Freminet’s moan. He pumped the cock a few more times, gently using it to pull the boy forward like a lead on a dog. Freminet moved with him, Bennett registering the stunned huff; Bennett quieted him with another kiss, capturing his mouth. Their tongues wrestled, breath for breath. Mika’s hand was on his ass, light, massaging. Bennett registered more intensity to the kiss, Freminet’s groan cut short; he opened his eyes long enough to glance down, to see that Mika was doing the same to Freminet’s butt with his other arm, caressing him, kneading the handiest cheek. Bennett lost himself to the kiss again, his tongue dancing.
He felt Mika shift, the arm drop away from his ass. “So hot,” he heard his boyfriend whispering. Vaguely he was aware of Mika circling them, predatory. Goosebumps blossomed on his ass, in the absence of touch— Then Bennett hopped, suddenly, bumping Freminet in the teeth. It was only for a second; Mika had palmed his ass again, sliding a finger between his cheeks, pressed briefly at his hole. Smirking, Bennett went right back to making out with Freminet. He heard Mika saying, “Whoops, sorry, honey…”
Tipsy still from the alcohol, heady with all the action, Bennett was getting very turned on. Freminet had grabbed his erection—wet at the tip, he knew, because Freminet kept playing with it, jerking, palming the length. Bennett worked the boy’s cock in return; clumsily, because it was so big, feeling the skin slide back and forth, the heavy weight of the shaft in his fingers. “Gods, Freminet, you’re so sexy in those tights…” Mika was talking, in front of Bennett now, lower.
Freminet shivered his whole body in Bennett’s arms. He moaned loudly, the sound vibrating in Bennett’s throat as they continued making out. He spared a quick look: Mika was knelt down behind Freminet’s legs, running his hands repeatedly up and down the slim covered calves; he could tell by the position, by the way Freminet writhed around him, Mika was licking Freminet’s bum. The tenor raised to a whine, Freminet thrusting inelegantly, seeking more friction for his cock. A delighted thrum ran through Bennett: Not left out now.
Perhaps Freminet took this as silent permission, sloping forward, bending them both at the waist. Bennett knew what magic Mika could work with his mouth, how infatuated his boyfriend was with rimming and assplay; nothing seemed to turn him on more. Freminet mewled and groaned—overwhelmed with the assault from both ends, pushing shakily back against Mika’s tongue. Freminet’s hand left his dick, snaking around his middle to hold him upright. Bowed backwards, Bennett swooned as Freminet palmed his cheeks again, their cocks chafing together, as Freminet sought for friction and Bennett’s hole. More and not yet, he thought two things at once, drawing off of Freminet’s lips and sinking to a crouch.
Bennett held the huge dick in front of his face, fondling it, giving it little smooches and laps as he fiddled around with the length in his hand. Freminet draped over him, grabbing his hair, tousling his fingers through the strands; arms wrapped around his crown and neck for balance as Mika continued to eat the Fontainian out. The weight on Bennett’s head was almost sensory deprivation, bizarrely focusing for his task: he peeled back Freminet’s foreskin completely, the skin gathered loosely behind the pale-pink head, so he could kiss and run his tongue over the tip. Freminet sighed, as Bennett closed his mouth around his cock, sucking and slurping. Bennett was sloppy, wet already from the kissing prior; and Freminet precummed a lot, slicking his lips. His mind went blank, hungry and buzzing, his throat a sleeve. Like every time, tears pricked the corner of his eyes, breathing in, his mind filled with the scent of dick and sweat.
There was a smack. “Ahhh,” the sound from vibrating through him. Freminet stumbled a little, poised over him, still leaned down. Another smack, Mika had spanked the boy. Bennett withdrew off the heavy cock, pumping it and looking at his boyfriend through the heap of Freminet’s arms. Bennett caught Mika’s azure eyes: anticipation, keenness, questions in them.
Bennett hoisted himself up, haltingly, guiding the shaky Freminet back to a standing position. Longing clung to Freminet’s eyes, as much as his arms clung around Bennett’s body; he inclined his head, giving Bennett a brief kiss. Mika padded up, immediately smooching Bennett as the two of them broke apart. Bennett hummed against his boyfriend’s lips, glad, feeling Mika nibble back at his own. He felt that buoyant, frisky feeling—leveling, fiery—full inside him. Freminet looked in a haze, drunk with pleasure. And Mika? Lust, plain and eager, was all over his face.
Primed, Bennett swallowed and began to ask: “Freminet, will you fuck—”
“Me?” Mika interrupted.
Bennett looked at Mika in surprise, blinking. His boyfriend flushed crimson under his gaze. This was new, he thought. Bennett felt a squeeze of his hand; Freminet had taken it in his own, whether reassuring or asking for approval. He nodded, forming an uncertain smile. Mika had bottomed before, of course; his boyfriend just didn’t do it very often, hardly since they’d begun dating, and Freminet was huge.
“If that’s OK?” Mika asked, nervous.
Freminet was peering at him, reading his expression, the question in his own eyes. “Oui, yes. Bennett?” Again, he bobbed his head, smile more sure now.
“Guys, jeez. Yes, it’s OK!” Bennett rolled his eyes, protest in his voice. “But you’re fucking me after,” he jabbed a finger at Freminet’s pink nipple. Mika laughed, relief noticeable in the noise.
He saw Freminet biting down a chuckle. Blonde brows pitched upward, and Freminet took a tone. “What am I? Your fuck tool?” He mock-scrutinized them, the enjoyment evident on his face. Yet again, Bennett found himself counting every freckle.
Mika leaned over, smooching Freminet on the cheek, leaving a tiny wet impression, making the Fontainian crinkle his eyes. “Where do you want me?”
“Hmmm. Over ‘here, perhaps.” Freminet pointed at the sofa; in truth, there weren’t many options, their place was modest. It didn’t strike Bennett till after that they’d never thought to drag themselves into the bedroom. As Mika situated himself on his back, angled on the sofa cushions, Freminet helped him prop up pillows behind his head to keep Mika comfortable; Mika spread his legs, stretching one limb over the back of the couch. There was nowhere to put the other foot, so he dropped it to the floor. His boyfriend’s husky cheeks dangled halfway off the sofa; Mika’s bum was the most solid, muscly part of him, hiding his little pink hole.
Mika held Freminet’s gaze. As Bennett and Freminet watched, Mika ran his fingers down his body slowly, tweaking a nipple, grazing his chubby cock (now half-hard, lying on his tummy); he reached down between his cheeks, petting his hole with the tips of his fingers. Mika moaned, lustfully. “You’re so big, Freminet. Prepare me?” Then his boyfriend pulled his cheeks apart, as much as the position allowed.
Bennett giggled, “So horny, honey.” Freminet let out an answering giggle, still looking at Mika below him; Bennett watched Freminet pump his huge cock, bringing it back to full hardness. He hopped down to his knees, drawing forward and diving into Mika’s ass with his tongue, making his boyfriend cry out and wrap his dangling leg over Freminet’s shoulder.
Bennett wanted to ready himself for this show. But he was conscious, too: they needed lube. And condoms! He bounded toward the bathroom, dick flopping as he went. The thought occurred to him: Would their condoms, probably expired by now anyway, even fit that monster? Probably not.
He returned a minute later, with only the lube. “Mika?” His boyfriend stopped his moaning, pinking as he made eye contact; Freminet looked up from Mika’s ass, now wet with saliva. “We don’t have condoms…” He waved around the lube bottle, as if this explained things.
“Check my pockets.” Freminet piped up, his fingers still spreading Mika’s hole apart. He shrugged, when Bennett looked at him incredulous; dimly Bennett marked the song of Freminet’s voice again, his enunciation of every syllable. “What?”
“You utter dork! You hoped this would happen!” The pout in his response must have been apparent. Freminet winced, obviously pleased with himself. Bennett shook his head, hunting over the discarded overalls, rummaging through the pockets until he found what he was looking for: three, three!, foil condom packages labelled ‘Magnum: Grande taille.’
Freminet was rimming his boyfriend, aggressively, when Bennett rejoined them at the sofa. Mika writhed. He watched as Freminet’s tongue stabbed at Mika’s hole, hand still stretching it open. Bennett announced himself, crinkling the foil together; he tossed a condom onto Mika’s stomach. “These better have been meant only for us,” Bennett scowled again.
Freminet planted an exaggerated smooch on Mika’s ass, rocking back onto his haunches. He puckered his lips in the air, calling Bennett for a kiss. Bennett ignored him—his boyfriend laughing, breathless—and placed the other two condoms on their little table. Only then did he stoop, bringing his lips to Freminet’s own. The boy smiled into him: “Only for you,” he answered.
Mika groaned audibly. “Freminet!”
“Now, ‘ho is whining?” Freminet teased. “Oui, alright.” He ripped open the foil, retrieving the condom from its wrapper.
As Freminet stroked his big dick, readying it to be sheathed, Bennett took it upon himself to lube up them both: he squirted a blob of clear liquid into his palms. Rubbing them together to warm it, Bennett first ran his slicked hands down Freminet’s length; he planted a kiss on Freminet’s shoulder. Then he leaned between the two boys, smooching Mika’s knee, and reaching out to finger his boyfriend’s hole. Mika groaned as he stretched and scissored him, panting; Bennett tried to slather as much lube onto the place as he could. Satisfied, he rubbed the excess off on some discarded briefs.
As Bennett sat back, observing, his own horniness grew again. Freminet’s slender form, pale and pretty, offset by the stark white of the stockings; the huge dick pointing straight out, wrapped in the condom and shiny with lube. And his boyfriend, disheveled yellow hair, sweaty and flat on his strong back—his legs splayed out, pink hole waiting. Mika was right, this was so insanely hot.
“Freminet, once you’re in, let me know. I’m climbing on top.” Bennett said, the boy nodding.
Freminet lined up the swollen tip with Mika’s ass, pressing firmly. “Go slow,” Mika warned, gulping his breath.
Bennett jerked off as he watched them. Freminet easing forward, his boyfriend’s hole resisting then stretching wide to take the big head. Mika’s voice pitched to a high whine, as the muscle stretched, opening up. Mika held out a palm in protest, on Freminet’s leg, halting him; Mika’s breaths were sharp, his chest heaving. His boyfriend nodded over and over, gazing into Freminet’s eyes, as the heavy cock sunk deeper, complaining wordlessly between moans. Bennett knelt next to Freminet, bumped against him, watching this unfold; Bennett’s eyes fluttered at the sensations around his cock, masturbating slowly, and he ran his other arm up and down Freminet’s back, caressing the skin, teasing his fingertips along Freminet’s hip and thigh. Bennett dipped his fingers into the hem of the stocking, too, feeling the soft skin underneath. Below, Mika’s eyes were watery, a tear falling down his boyfriend’s cheek as Bennett looked on; his boyfriend was chewing his lip in strained pleasure, noisy and halting. Freminet’s face was a mask of concentration, pink and sweaty with effort—trying to move, trying not to spear the boy under him; Mika panted hard. Bennett held Freminet’s ass, pushing it toward the sofa determinedly; Freminet groaned as he did it, fucking Mika more deeply. Freminet turned, glancing at him, eyes fogged with desire. He’s in, Bennett thought.
Bennett left a smooch on Freminet’s shoulder, getting up now, his dick still in his hand. “Mika, it’s so hot. Freminet, you look so hot…” Bennett examined the place where they connected, Mika’s rim, reddened and clamped around the huge penis, dug three-quarters of the way inside. Frankly, Freminet looked even bigger somehow with his short, handsome, thoroughly-fucked boyfriend on the end of this cock. Gently, Freminet thrust in and out, a slow careful rhythm.
Without bothering to wait any longer, Bennett climbed onto the sofa, on his hands and knees above his boyfriend. He smiled at Mika, horny, studying his expression; Mika was blushing and sucking in the air, moaning along with Freminet’s thrusts. His eyes, still wet, sparkled like sapphires. As if in answer, embarrassed to be seen in so vulnerable a state, goosebumps spread across Mika’s skin; he looked at Bennett achingly. Mika wasn’t hard. While it was unmistakable that his boyfriend loved and wanted this, he wasn’t surprised by the softness: again, Mika didn’t bottom very often.
Still on his hands and knees, Bennett twisted to look at Freminet behind him. The boy was hugging Mika’s draped leg over his shoulder, using the leverage to angle his thrusts deep into Mika’s bruised hole. Bennett’s legs were straddled along Mika’s sides, giving Freminet a doggy-style view of his ass. He wiggled, smirking. Freminet laughed in response, mouthed I-like-you. Bennett tucked his knees into Mika’s hips, lowering himself onto his boyfriend’s stomach; he used his elbows to prop himself upright, lining their faces up to kiss. His own dick was still hard as rock, trapped between them, pointing straight up his belly.
“Hey, handsome. You look so beautiful like this, fucked by that big cock.” Mika made a noise, half-squeak, half-assent, another tear running down his face. His eyes glistened, pupils blown wide as he stared back. “You OK?”
Mika nodded, unspeaking, whimpering, as his body rocked from Freminet’s prodding. His eyes squeezed shut. Bennett pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling Mika vibrating against him. Mika’s soft skin, slim toned muscles, his smell and sweat, everything was going to Bennett’s head, ramping up his arousal. He ground his erection into Mika’s abdomen, reveling in the sensations of Mika’s cock, floppy and pliable, his sack; and he knew Freminet would be savoring the sight. Bennett hummed into another kiss, shoving his way into his boyfriend’s mouth and making out with him, wrestling their tongues.
Bennett knew he could cum like this. But he knew Mika wouldn’t—likely Mika would want to fuck him, or Freminet (if he would let him). He had no clue how close Freminet was; or if that big cock could spew twice in a row. Bennett decided he wanted Freminet inside him, whenever the boy did cum. He quit kissing Mika and shifted down by his boyfriend’s ear, tonguing the earlobe; husky, he whispered: “Do you wanna fuck me?” Mika moaned out, “Uhh huh…” Cheekily, Bennett whispered his follow-up question: “Do you wanna fuck Freminet?” Whiny, groaning, Mika’s answer rumbled low out of him, “…mmm, please...”
He scooted backward, planting one last kiss on his boyfriend’s lips, who droned as he left. Bennet’s cock, chafed the past few minutes on Mika’s stomach, was leaking precum all over. In truth, Mika looked a bungling mess: shining and sticky, warm and sweaty from Bennett’s body weight and the constant fucking he was receiving from Freminet. As Bennett dragged himself back, he arched his butt in the air—hole on display—leaving a streak of precum as his dick lifted free beneath him. He sucked in a breath, desperately hard, ready to be fucked silly.
Freminet got the idea, although not in the way Bennett expected. Mika yelped under him, as the Fontainian bent his leg even more, stretching it; Mika’s whimpering became frantic, hiccupping through the strain. Freminet took Bennett’s bum in his hands, prying his hole apart, and Bennett squealed in surprise as he felt the tongue swiping and probing at his rim. How Freminet could do this—continue plowing at Mika’s hole, while simultaneous sucking at his own—Bennett had no idea. But it felt amazing!
Abruptly, Bennett felt the delicate fingers gripped down, squeezing the skin. Freminet went rigid against him, grunting, forehead pressed against his ass; Mika squirmed and writhed beneath them both, letting out a staccato of sounds, “Ahhh, ahhhh…” Freminet’s groan flooded from his mouth, deep, like a held note. He was cumming, Bennet knew. Mika could feel it filling the condom inside him. Well, he thought. Let’s hope he can shoot twice.
After a long moment, Freminet went limp, still draped over Bennett’s arched back. Mika stirred first, astonishment again in his voice, “Whoa, that felt so weird and cool. Do you always cum that much?” His boyfriend was wriggling beneath them, Bennett imagined how tender he must feel, the huge dick still buried inside him with the filled condom on the end. Bennett giggled. Honestly, he probably wanted off already.
Bennett rested his head on Mika’s chest. He listened to Freminet move, kissed at his boyfriend’s chest as Mika yipped and groaned, a bit pained, while Freminet pulled out of him. There was a lurch, as Freminet dropped Mika’s leg; another grunt, no doubt Mika was feeling very sore already. Then Freminet draped across them both again, smooching Bennett’s shoulder, his side. Tickled, Bennett twisted, sort-of able to see. Freminet looked knackered, flushed and hazy (like he was drunk or drugged); he smiled at them, languidly. “I do not know what to say, thank you, Mika. Merci.”
Mika giggled, “Owww.” Bennett rumbled with breathy laughter. “That was a really big dick.” He seemed to sigh out the last.
Bennett roused and began to haul himself up. Both Mika and Freminet took his lead, Mika curling away from them, while Freminet rolled to the other side of the couch. Half-sitting, Mika rubbed his hole as they studied him; his boyfriend laughed, sharing the joke: “I won’t be able to sit down for a week…”
On his other side, Bennett inspected Freminet and his stockings. The post-sex flush had eased, back to his pale freckled luminescence; he seemed to have caught his breath. Bennett asked about the condom, saying, “I wanna see!” Smirking, Freminet pointed past his half-hard monster to the floor; the discarded condom, tied off and shiny with lube and leftover spittle, was already tossed onto Bennett’s crumpled briefs. Indeed, it looked like there was a buttload of cum inside.
Bennett leveled his gaze at Freminet, speaking briskly: “Mika wants to fuck one of us. I think he wants you more, though.” Freminet raised an eyebrow. “What do you think? Do you wanna fuck me and let him do you? Maybe you’ve got another round in that thing?” He gestured toward Freminet’s dick.
Freminet craned his head round Bennett, looking at Mika, who had adopted a nonplussed expression. After a second of scrutiny, Mika shrugged impish, earning him a barked laugh. “Oui, OK. Mika can fuck me.” Bennett heard the satisfied hum from his boyfriend in response; but he was still looking at Freminet, eyes back and forth from face and cock. Bennett licked his lips. “And I will fuck you. ‘appily.”
Bennett beamed at him. “Good.” Maybe he appeared too keen; Mika sniggered next to him, throwing an elbow. Freminet grinned back, eyes softened. “So, umm, where do you want me?”
There really wasn’t an option other than to take Mika’s old position. The threesome needed enough room for Bennett to stretch out, be shuffled or tossed around as Freminet saw fit; and they also needed the space for Mika to fill in behind them. (Mika scooted their coffee table further away.) Logistically, it would be awkward; Freminet was taller than Bennett, and Mika shorter than them both. Bennett didn’t worry about it, though. They’d figure out what worked best.
“’ere, move over,” Freminet directed. Bennett shifted over on the couch, more horizontally laid out, hanging his legs off the armrest. Mika tossed him a pillow, which Bennett put behind his head; other pillows his boyfriend stuffed beneath Bennett’s butt and lower back, slanting him up. At this, Freminet pulled Mika down by the arm and smooched him. “Merci,” he said, when they broke apart. Mika winked. Bennett surveyed them, over his hips, just breathing calmly and waiting for them. His boys.
As the two kissed, Bennett continued to observe, getting excited. He spied Freminet peeking sideways out of the corner of his eye. Pale fingers extended over the tabletop, into the lip of the bag, pinching a condom wrapper between them delicately; Bennett saw Freminet tear the foil, trailing the condom out. Mika was already hard, grinding his thick cock against Freminet’s hip; his boyfriend’s foreskin was pulled back, revealing the mushroom head underneath, already oozing precum. Mika’s hands felt up and down Freminet’s body, tweaking a nipple or caressing the stocking-clad legs. Mika spoke a command: “Play with your hole, Freminet.” Bennett heard him moan in reply, reaching behind him. “No, wait!” Freminet froze.
Mika pulled away, casting about. The lube, Bennett remembered. Sure enough, that’s what his boyfriend was looking for. Mika found the bottle—filling the role this time—and squeezed a gob of liquid onto his palm. Some he plopped in Freminet’s hands, smiling; the rest he slathered and spread around the Fontanian’s asshole, dipping between the slender cheeks. When done, Mika nodded satisfied. Then Freminet’s arm snaked around him again, fingers plunging into his hole, stretching it.
“Can I get some?” Bennett asked. Mika shook his head, leering. “Tease.”
His boyfriend did comply, after all, once he’d landed his joke. Another dab of lube was smeared on Bennett’s waiting palm, another at his eager hole. Immediately, Bennett began to work the lube inside him.
Freminet was fully hard again. As Bennett blinked, biting his lip, his fingers stretching and winking open his hole, he saw Freminet hand Mika the condom. “Can you?” He asked. Mika nodded and kissed Freminet again, taking the massive cock in hand, pumping it and retracting the hood. Bennett’s focus was getting fuzzy; his hole was getting itchy, impatient. He whined, trying to hurry them. Mika slipped the condom along Freminet’s length, readying him at last.
“When you’re in, Freminet, get set. Your ass is mine.” Mika made his promise.
“I will.” Freminet turned to Bennett, whose legs were propped up on the sofa’s armrest, spread as far as Bennett could get them. His ass was sheened with lube, the muscle clenching and unclenching. In the several weeks since they’d met and gotten to know one another, gotten frisky, they’d done everything but this together. Bennett felt himself thronged with lust, he’d wanted this big cock since the first time he’d laid eyes on it, bulging in Freminet’s pretty clothes.
“Fuck me.” Bennett said, firm and past embarrassment. “Please.” Freminet shifted toward him, laying the monstrous dick out along his crotch and tummy; he felt the weight of the big sack, the long girthy shaft and bulbous tip. Bennett gulped, again imagining this thing inside him, inches past his belly button. Side by side, in comparison, it really dwarfed his own.
Freminet watched him, smirking. He goaded, teasing Bennett to repeat himself: “Ask me again.” Mika hung at Freminet’s shoulder, watching, grinning along. Bennett felt himself tense, yipping, as Freminet’s fingers played with his hole. “Ask.”
“Please, Freminet. Fuck me.”
Freminet withdrew his fingers, nodding. Bennett closed his eyes, shutting out the distraction of sight; he wanted, no, needed to focus on the feeling only, at least at first. He took a deep shuddering breath, holding the air inside his lungs. There was the sensation of the spongy head kissing his entrance. Bennett opened himself up, feeling Freminet press his tip against him. Then, as weight and pressure built at his rim, the slow stretch forcing all the breath he’d held out of him again.
Freminet nudged forward, unhurried and deliberate. There was a little pain. Bennett blinked back tears, sucked in more air. He tried to loosen, relax, and Bennett felt the huge cock slide in a little further. He groaned. Not enough, he thought with frustration. Bennett flexed his legs, lifting his arches, so his butt rose up a little off the back of the sofa; he let himself sink down again, forcing himself deeper onto Freminet’s cock. “Slow, Bennett,” the boy whispered. Bennett huffed out a breath, shaking his head. He lifted his ass and sunk down further, another time. The bits of pain abated, dissipating; pinpricks of goosebumps ran up his legs and a fuzzy puddle of pleasure built in his middle. He moaned, opening his eyes.
Staring down at him, Freminet smiled widely, lust written all over his face. “’ello.”
Mika still lingered at the Freminet’s side. Looking at Bennett, his boyfriend nibbling at the freckled shoulder or else caressed the pale belly and slim chest. With Freminet’s big dick shoved all the way inside, Mika could get to his own mission; Bennett watched him busy himself behind them now (presumably with the condom). The angle would work, Freminet being pitched somewhat ahead, his legs bowed to give him balance and purchase; it would be just enough for Mika to push his own thick dick into Freminet’s tight pink hole. Bennett let himself descend into his own feelings.
Bennett felt Freminet sink the last little bit inside him, knew the scrunch of the boy’s balls against his taint, the tickle of the Freminet’s pubes. “You feel so good…” He whined. Freminet inched out a little; the motion sent black spots over the back of Bennett’s eyelids. As Freminet again slid forward to the hilt, Bennett saw stars. “That’s perfect,” he breathed. “Just a bit faster.” Freminet built his rhythm, an agonizingly methodical machine-like motion that bloomed inside Bennett, sparking him alive and making him whimper and squirm for more. Where Mika’s fucking was feverish, frantic, Freminet gave him the constancy of a slow piston: Bennett felt full, hollowed out, and filled again. He couldn’t say what turned him on more, it didn’t matter. Freminet filled him.
He yelped as Freminet reached down, thumbing and pinching a puffy nipple. A line traced down his chest and stomach, until gentle fingers took Bennett’s hand and folded it around his own cock; Bennett had ignored himself thus far, leaving the leaking thing to ache and drool his precum over his tummy. Not stopping his thrusting inside Bennett, Freminet jerked with him, urging Bennett to pleasure himself with his hands. Bennett heeded to the silent instruction, masturbating as Freminet had shown.
Then, Freminet’s eyes screwed shut. Bennett felt the dick thrust forward, harsher, inside him; Freminet was trembling, breathing hard. Mika’s hands held fast at Freminet’s hips, his boyfriend having shoved his way into Freminet’s hole, snug and tight. Bennett watched Freminet adjusting, getting used to Mika’s thickness, pulling off of Bennett to push back against the dick buried inside him. (Bennett loved Mika’s cock; he hoped Freminet would enjoy this…) And Bennett wasn’t above teasing, either. He clenched his ass, squeezing around Freminet’s monster, causing the boy to moan as the sensation overwhelmed him.
Fully roused, Bennett goaded his boyfriend. “Fuck him, Mika. I want to feel it…”
Mika gyrated his hips, bucking forward. Freminet cried out in response. “You got it, honey.” Then, like a jackrabbit, Mika started fucking in earnest. Using Freminet’s hipbones like handlebars, he cocked his thick dick like a gun and fired forward, repeated and exacting. Freminet whined through it, not his usual depth, but a high desperate crying as he was shoved forward into Bennett with each thrust. Bennett jerked himself off furiously, feeling the huge dick drive home within him, punching his guts and dragging along the walls of his chute as Freminet was forced in-and-out. His own squeaks and yelps were a constant.
Freminet gulped and shook above him, smiling vaguely through his moans, eyelids fluttering. Bennett felt like the huge cock was growing even bigger inside. He sniffed the air, smelling their sweat, the earthiness of their stuck-together bodies. This won’t take long now, he thought. Freminet hit his prostate with every pass; honestly, there was no way to miss with a prick so large. It felt unbelievable, hot and tender, the unique painful pleasure of being battered into being.
Mika shouted behind them, “I’m gonna cum,” a strangled shout as he reached his height. He heaved forward into Freminet’s back, rigid, holding his arms around Freminet’s middle; his slight lithe body shook, riding his climax. Freminet nearly fell because of it, curled in over Bennett; the feeling of being enveloped, confined, took Bennett over the edge himself. With fingers flying along his shaft, his balls drew up and his dick erupted—mouth open in silent exclamation. His hole clamped down like a vice, and Bennett was shooting: five, six spurts of cum all over his stomach and chest, painting himself with spunk.
But it wasn’t over. With pleasure peaked at both ends, Freminet came. In a sound that was, almost, a sob, Freminet unloaded, huge cock held deep in Bennett’s ass, so that Bennett could sense every pulsing surge of his cumming throughout. Bennett rode this, too. Not yet down from his own climax, Freminet’s load multiplied his high: Bennett imagined no condom getting filled up, but his own ass instead; filling it to brimming, so that the cum leaked and spilled out of him, like some misused object. Freminet’s sighing moans and panted breath consumed his hearing. Hot and addle-brained, Bennett heard himself drone with the fantasy, the hulking thing still throbbing inside his abused hole.
Awareness slowly returned to him. Dimly, Bennett heard the kisses Mika was purring into Freminet’s back. Probably his boyfriend was counting freckles too. Lazily, stiffly, Freminet half-collapsed into him, onto him, crowding Bennett on the couch. He yipped out, smarted then relaxing again, as Freminet’s wilting dick was wrenched from his insides by the motion. A bit inelegant. Freminet let out another groan; Bennett felt him smile against his cheek, blinked as he received a wet smooch. They lay there like this. The afterglow, warm and sticky as his cum-covered body, clouded through him pleasantly and banished all thought.
“Make room,” Mika said. Of course, there was no room to make, it was their sofa after all. His boyfriend climbed over the armrest and scooted between Bennett and the couch back, knocking their limbs and shifting him. Mika purred, settling, and kissed Bennett’s sweaty shoulder. Minutes passed in a heap, the three of them linked by hooked legs, arms, held hands, the steep real estate of tiny cushions. Their bodies reeked a bit, of slick and spent ejaculate, more sweat. Strangely, Bennett didn’t think of a shower, not yet. He wanted to savor this time, the love he had for his boyfriend, the elation of meeting Freminet and getting to share these experiences with him. The delight he took in both of them. Language failed him.
***
Having rebuffed all excuses and waved away every protestation, they escorted Lyney and Freminet to the train station. Mondstadt Central Station had been in constant operation for over twenty years, expanded and remodeled extensively over the 150-year old rail station site that had served the city throughout its modern industrialization. A massive structure of steel and glass, the station sat along the southern tip of Cider Lake, just outside the old city’s walls. Depending upon one’s destination, trains departed out of its central hub from raised and underground platforms heading off to Liyue, Sumeru, even the harbor cities that connected ships to Fontaine and distant Snezhnaya. The brothers were bound for one such harbor town now, piles of luggage—mostly Lyney’s—in tow.
Leaving their taxi outside, the group trundled inside, under the station’s vast skeletal canopy, the sunny heat of Mondstadt summer refracted on the huge windows. Bennett hadn’t traveled much—his finances, ugh—and he was grateful that Mika had joined them. His boyfriend knew his way around, shortcuts and the location of toilets, how to find the correct platform. Sure, signage was plentiful; but Mika was a warm, light-hearted, and dorky presence that held Bennett’s worries over the eventual goodbye in check, at least somewhat.
Garment bags slung over his shoulder, Bennett watched Freminet in his periphery as they walked through the big hall. Light glinted in Freminet’s eyes, sparklingly clear. A tinge of pink graced his pale cheek, outdone only by the dashed red of prim mouth, rosy and neat. Bennett saw all this, almost in slow motion, and he thought to himself: I would give up every glass of wine, every pair of stockings, every pretty picture or scrap of confidence I’ve ever had if I could count this boy’s freckles for the rest of my life. Freminet felt his gaze, meeting his eyes with a dazzling smile; and then Bennett felt silly, flinching from the whim of fancy. Neither Mika nor Freminet would want that, he realized. They liked him as he was.
They arrived at the platform, some minutes to spare. The group piled their bags in a tidy stack, scanning about, Lyney checking his watch. “Well, my darling boys, you certainly showed us a good time ‘ere. Merci.” Lyney beamed at them both.
Bennett hugged the older man, letting Lyney enfold him. Freminet grinned at him, from over Lyney’s shoulder; Mika dawdled at his side, waiting his turn. He felt Lyney smooch his cheek, trying to express his gratitude. “Thank you for taking care of me, Lyney.” His arms, wrapped around the man’s middle, hugged harder. “You made everything so comfortable, and you made me feel so pretty, too…”
Lyney took him squarely by the shoulders and held his eyes. “Didn’t I say? You needed no ‘elp with that.” Then Lyney winked with his characteristic cheese, and parted to embrace Mika after.
Freminet stood a few steps away, watching him, the kind soft smile on his face. He didn’t speak; and Bennett couldn’t think what to say, either. In habit well-known to Bennett now, he watched as Freminet’s eyes dropped to his tanned leather shoes, only a tiny distance apart from his own beat-up sneakers. He let his own eyes follow. A dull ache expanded inside him and the barest precursor of tears threatened to bubble up to the surface. Somehow, bridging that little gap between them seemed final. Bennett didn’t want to do it…
Mika broke his gaze, moving into view. “I’ll say goodbye first, OK?” His boyfriend clasped his palm and squeezed it. Silently, he watched them bid their farewells to each other; they shared a chaste kiss, hugged, Mika in his hoodie smacking Freminet’s ass one more time, causing him to jolt and laugh. Bennett’s head was buzzing so loudly, he didn’t catch their words, saw only that their mouths were moving in whatever sentences formed their goodbyes.
He snapped out of it with a jerk, as Lyney spoke beside him. “Come, Mika. Let us give these two a moment. I need a coffee as well, yes?”
Mika walked past him, stopping to whisper some reassurance, “I’ll be just over there, alright?” He smooched Bennett on the cheek and ambled off after Lyney, leaving him and Freminet alone. Noise intervened. The station bustled around them.
“’ello, Bennett.”
He rushed forward, throwing his arms about Freminet’s neck. Freminet cuddled him back, clutching tightly. Bennett’s eyes stung; he hiccupped, biting back a sob. “I’m going to miss you so much,” he crooned.
A whisper into his skin, “Me too, ‘andsome.” Goosebumps peaked where Freminet’s breath warmed his neck; the little hairs raised. Still, Freminet made him swoon, a part of summer now, inextricable, like the smell of sunscreen or sweaty feet or the tangy syrup of lemonade. Could you love two people at once? Bennett had never understood it before, but now he thought, yes, it was so.
They pulled apart, gazing at one another. “My sunshine boy,” Freminet said, his smile wide, his ocean-deep eyes shiny. Bennett blinked away his own tears, the longing and loss mixed with an achy kind of happiness.
“How do you say, ‘I love you,’ in Fontainian?” He asked, his voice brittle. Bennett knew this. Of course he did. But he wanted, needed, to hear Freminet’s answer.
The response was different than he expected. Freminet said, “Je t’aime plus que le jour.” Still, Bennett had heard what he was looking for.
“Will you tell me? Next time we see each other?”
Freminet nodded, full of blossomed understanding. They stood together, a pace apart, eyes locked and hands clasped between them. Lyney and Mika found them this way, the elder gripping his tiny paper cup, steaming with espresso and bits of milk foam. A train horn sounded, ending the spell.
Bennett let go of Freminet’s hand, feeling the slender fingers lingering before they slipped. Immediately, Mika took his hand in return—one, two, three presses in succession, a note of reassurance. “You better visit,” his boyfriend said. Bennett felt the threat of a smile tugging the corner of his mouth.
“Oui, we will.” Lyney said. Freminet was smiling at them both, strained but happy. “And you are always welcome in Fontaine. Merci. Thank you for taking care of my brother.” Lyney started to gather their bags, elbowing his brother to help. Freminet hadn’t moved; another blare from the horn made him startle. And then, time to leave after all, the boy turned to go.
Mika tugged Bennett’s arm, steering him until they faced each other. His boyfriend’s expression was cautious, a little tired. Yet gentle, too, filled with concern and acceptance. Voicing a promise, Mika said: “You’ll see him again.”
And Bennett nodded, empty and full at once. “Come on, let’s go home.”
***
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