Page 4 of The More the Merrier

My own pussy wept as I watched the beautiful scene play out in front of me, two hard, sweaty bodies coming together as one in an expression of love and submission. They really were my favorite thing to watch, and I had to sit on my hands to keep from touching myself as Logan did exactly as he'd promised: pounded Liam's ass hard, taking him with his cock and claiming Liam as his until finally, Logan came, spilling his cum into Liam's ass.

"Are you gonna be a good boy now?" Logan asked as he pulled out and cleaned up both himself and Liam.

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good. I won't touch myself without your permission," Liam said, though I was sure he would.

"Do it again and I'll have to get a cage for your cock, naughty boy," Logan threatened. Liam's eyes went wide as saucers. I was sure mine were, too.

Then Logan turned him and pulled Liam into his arms, leaving soft kisses all over his face. "When you get that stressed you need to let me know before you end up getting yourself in trouble. Daddy will always help you."

"I know. I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you." They hugged for just another minute before holding their arms out for me to join them.

"C'mon you two," Logan said, reaching to swat both our asses. "Let's get to bed."

We walked to our room hand in hand with me in the middle, and quickly got ready for bed. As we turned down the sheets and climbed into bed, with both of their hard bodies curled around me, their hands intertwined together, I realized I still didn't have a resolution to the question that had been plaguing me for days.

"Daddies," I whispered into the darkness. "What are we doing for the holidays?"

Liam groaned and Logan growled. "Not tonight, Noelle. We'll talk about it in the morning."

Chapter 2

Liam

I sipped my hot coffee and stared at the news on the TV without really watching it. Noelle and Logan were still asleep in bed, and while I wished I could be curled up between them, I was programmed to wake up early, even on weekends. My job was a stressful corporate gig where I had to wear suits and crunch data and hide who I really was. At least, that was how Noelle always described it. It was basically the truth, and much more interesting than saying I was a data analyst for a big pharmaceutical company owned and backed by an influential Christian pastor, and the morality clause I'd signed way back when I was too young to know any better specifically prohibited me from publicly engaging in any relationships outside of the typical male and female marriage.

I lived in a closet of my own design, and stepping out of it was unfathomable. My family was too meshed into church and religion to ever be able to accept me as a gay man, much less a gay man in a poly relationship. So I kept myself reined in, never fully being the person I wanted to be, only ever safe to be myself behind the closed doors of the home I shared with Logan and Noelle. Which meant that every holiday was a struggle. Not just for me, but for all of us. Logan's family was the only that would accept us as we were, and while it would have been super easy and comfortable to spend every holiday with them, doing so would have meant explaining to my family why I wasn't coming home for Christmas and where I was going instead. Noelle, whose upbringing had been similar to mine, had the same problem.

So every year, about a week before Christmas, we ended up having the same conversation, racking our brains for some sort of plan that would allow us to spend the holidays together, but every year we came up short and all went home to our respective families alone. I hated it. Noelle hated it. We all did.

I hated it more this year, for no particular reason other than the weight of hiding my true self had felt heavier lately. Every morning when I put on a suit, I hated to go work a job I loathed and pretended to be someone I wasn't so that people I didn't care about wouldn't despise me, and it was slowly killing my spirit. I used to be able to separate work life and home life, but it was getting harder, and the past few months I'd felt like a shell of a man.

That was probably why I'd shut down when Noelle brought up holiday plans. All I could see in front of me were more miserable Christmases spent away from the two people I loved the most. All because I didn't want to upset my family. I loved them, too. I just didn't believe the same things they did.

Finishing off my coffee, I kicked back on the couch and pulled a blanket over me to ward off the winter chill. The house seemed colder than usual. I checked the heater through an app on my phone, and it was the same seventy degrees we always kept it at, but I was freezing.

Noelle and Logan would wake up soon. Logan would make breakfast, and Noelle would bring up holiday travel plans again. We'd all talk it out and play ‘what if’, and lament another holiday spent apart, before all making plans to go home to our own families. Alone. Again.

The thought curdled my stomach and I turned onto my side on the couch and looked to the TV to take my mind off the inevitable. Switching the channel to the news, I turned up the volume just as the weather report came on. A big banner scrolled across the bottom of the screen, and I watched it in case of breaking news. All it said was Surprise Blizzard Buries The Southwestern US In Snow.

"Well, folks across our great state woke up to a surprise this morning. Snow. Tons of it, even in the southern Nevada desert," the weatherman announced. " A surprise blizzard rolled across the state last night, with accumulated inches ranging from four to thirteen inches, with ten in the city of Las Vegas, a city that sees snow only once every five years. Businesses are closed and the snow is still falling. Las Vegas is not prepared for this kind of weather.”

"What in the world?" I muttered to myself as I stared blankly at the screen where a weatherman was standing in front of a map, speaking words that made no sense. Snow in Vegas? Not in the seven years I'd lived here. Now pictures were flashing across the screen of snowmen, of cars being shoveled out, of snow covering the streets.

Confused, I leapt to my feet and rushed to the window, pulling back the curtain to reveal a thick blanket of white covering every surface.

I blinked, then looked again to make sure I'd seen it right. Sure enough, there was snow everywhere. Inches of it. In downtown Las Vegas. And it was still falling.

I turned my attention back to the TV screen where the weatherman was going on a somber spiel about grounded flights and canceled holiday plans.

"Holy shit!" I whispered, leaping to my feet and running to the bedroom.

When I entered, Logan stirred. "It's the early bird," he mumbled sleepily. "Let the non-early birds sleep." Then he smiled at me. "Are you feeling any better today?"

"Much," I answered. "I have amazing news." I flung open the curtains, flooding the bedroom with light. "There's a blizzard. The roads are a mess, flights are grounded, and it's not expected to clear up any time soon."

"Canceled flights? Messy roads? A blizzard? Where? What are you going on about, boy?"

"Here. Eight inches and it's still falling."

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