Page 8 of Throuple Next Door

“I think you should. It’s a good idea. Besides, clothes don’t have to be expensive to be fashionable. They just need to be—” Weaver looked down at his tan pants and blue shirt. “—not boring, and allow for self-expression. And that’s something you can do big-time.” Clearly, Austin wasn’t seeing it, and maybe he was right; quite possibly, Weaver was still thinking like they were New York as opposed to Carlisle. It could be that he wanted Austin to feel settled, and he was being a little pushy. “But you can do plenty of things.”

Austin shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t know if the idea is worth pursuing or not.” He backed away and then went to the kitchen.

Weaver thought of following him, but knew Austin probably needed a chance to think. So instead, he went upstairs to change into shorts and an old T-shirt. He returned down the stairs as Randy arrived home, his expression thunderous. “What’s going on?” Weaver asked.

“Politics. Fucking college politics. Instead of just getting the job done so we can all move on, some members of the committee have started throwing their little bombs over the wall just so they can watch what happens. I’m starting to think that I should have stayed in the gym business.” He set down his bag. Randy was a hothead sometimes. Especially when he got himself spun up, and Weaver could just imagine his response to these “bombs.”

“Every job is going to be like that, and these committees are a necessary evil, especially during the summer. In a few months, classes will start, and you’ll get to do what you came here to do: teach and impart some of the things you’ve learned.” He lightly patted Randy’s chest, loving the firmness underneath the cotton shirt. “Give it time, and remember to try to get the bomb-throwers on your side. People often do that when they feel they aren’t being heard.” The storm seemed to be passing and finally broke when Randy slipped a hand around his waist, pulling him to his chest and kissing him hard, almost possessively.

An amazing smoky scent drifted in from the kitchen, immediately making his belly growl and cutting off their conversation. The two of them went on through to where Austin had a pan of bacon in the oven and was slicing a tomato and making toast. “I thought BLTs for dinner. It should be about fifteen minutes.” Tension rolled off Austin as well as Randy. Weaver knew it was for different reasons.

“Could you put a little turkey on mine?” Randy asked.

“Sure,” Austin agreed, pulling open the refrigerator, grabbing the deli bag, and placing it on his work space. Randy turned to him for an explanation, like Weaver was supposed to know everything. He tilted his head toward the family room, and Randy followed him in. Weaver turned on the television as Randy cocked an eyebrow in a silent question.

“What’s going on?” Randy asked as he sat down.

“Why don’t you just ask me?” Austin demanded from the doorway. “I know the two of you have been together longer and that you have this silent communication thing that happens between you.” He rounded on Randy under a full head of steam. “But I’ve got news for you. If you want to know what shit is going on with me, just ask. Don’t sit in your damned little corner trying to figure it out between yourselves like I’m some toy you need to fucking fix.” He poked Randy in the chest a few times and then stormed out of the room.

“Are you trying to stir things up?” Randy growled, getting to his feet and flying into the kitchen. In an instant, the testosterone in the air rose to heady heights. Weaver could almost smell it, and his heart pounded with it. He took a deep breath and waited.

“You already did that,” Austin countered. “You did plenty of that when you dragged us here.”

“Shit…,” Weaver said out loud, and headed to the kitchen, where Austin and Randy stood glaring at each other, arms crossed, both men breathing heavily, like they were bulls getting ready to fight for territory. “Guys,” Weaver said calmly. “Remember, we all agreed to come here and to do this. Randy got a good job, and it was an opportunity he really wanted to take.”

Austin broke the stare down first. “And you got a job you’ve always wanted, too, and….” His words broke off.

“You’ll find something you’ll love,” Weaver said softly, both of his men settling down. He inhaled and quickly pulled open the oven door.

“Shit,” Austin yanked on an oven mitt, rescuing the bacon before it burned. “I guess I can’t do anything right.” He strode out of the kitchen. Randy watched after him, then turned to Weaver as though he were supposed to fix this.

“All you, big guy,” Weaver said.

“Yeah, I guess,” Randy confessed, which completely tickled Weaver. “I just asked why he was so wound up, and I still don’t fucking know.”

Weaver rolled his eyes. “You should by now.” He held Randy’s gaze, giving him a few seconds for everything to sink in.

“Okay. But what do I do to fix it?” That was part of why Weaver loved this man. He truly wanted to try to solve their problems. Hell, Randy would take on every challenge either of them had, head-on, or he’d fight any battle for them just to try to resolve their issues and make them happy.

“Maybe what you need to do is go into the living room, fling Austin over your shoulder, take him upstairs, and do what you are the very best at.” Weaver smiled, knowing his eyes were probably already dilating at the very thought, because there were few sights sexier than those two together.

“That isn’t going to fix anything,” Randy countered, but Weaver could tell by the shallowness of his breathing that the idea had appeal.

“There is no solution. Not one we can provide. This is something Austin has to figure out on his own.” He held Randy’s gaze until he nodded and then strode out of the room. Weaver turned off the oven and closed the door. A squeak followed by a grunt from Randy told him all he needed to know. After slipping things back into the refrigerator, he strode to the stairs, pulling his shirt up over his head as he went. By the time he reached their bedroom door, his shoes were off. He paused in the doorway.

Randy had Austin on his back on the bed, legs apart, his weight pressing Austin against the mattress. They were chest to chest, clothes still on, both rocking slowly, their gazes locked on each other’s. Randy was talking, but whatever he was saying was too soft to hear. The heat in the room hit Weaver like a furnace, but he stayed where he was until both of his men slowly turned toward him.

Randy stayed still, watching Weaver, loving the view of him in the doorway. Austin slowly extended his hand, and Weaver moved forward, his abs flexing slightly with each step.

“You two okay?” Weaver asked softly. Austin nodded, his eyes wide. Weaver came around behind Randy, his hands sliding around Randy’s waist before tugging at the hem of his shirt. Randy lifted his arms, letting Weaver undress him. His pants followed until Randy was naked. Then he shifted and Austin was next, stripped before his hungry eyes. “You better not have been expecting slow,” he growled at Austin, tugging him to the edge of the bed.

Randy’s heart pounded and his pulse raced. He lifted Austin’s legs before slowly sinking his spit-lubed cock into him. Austin gasped, his eyes glazing over as their bodies connected. This was what he needed and what Austin seemed to want as well. That amazing body just opened to him, surrounding him in heat that pulled at Randy. Almost as soon as Randy seated himself, he pulled out before slamming back into Austin, who had drawn Weaver down into a kiss that quickly included him.

The temperature in the room skyrocketed, sweat beading on Randy as well as his other two men, the bubble of passion around all three of them growing more intense by the second.

“Fuck…,” Austin cried as Randy sped up, snapping his hips. Weaver joined in, slipping his lips around Austin’s straining cock. Austin moaned and rocked on the bed, his entire body quivering under them.

“Yeah, baby. Just let us love on you,” Randy whispered, and Weaver pulled away to kiss Austin deeply. It was an amazing sight, and one Randy loved to see. These two men gave his life meaning, and Randy would do anything for them.

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