Page 137 of Saving Sparrow
“I love you, too.”
Miguel returned with two small basins of water, handing one to Quentin before heading for the other side of the bed. “You two looked hot.” He must have been watching from the bathroom doorway.
They set the basins on their nightstands, wringing out the washcloths inside before kneeling next to me.
Quentin’s cloth was cool, and I sighed as he ran it over my face, neck, and chest. Miguel’s cloth was warm, and I moaned when he carefully cleaned my cock with it.
They both did a second pass, then Quentin rolled me onto my side facing him, reaching around to start on my nape and back.
Miguel spread my butt cheeks, tenderly cleaning me, pausing every few seconds to ask if I was okay. I nodded because tears clogged my throat. He rubbed something soothing on my hole next before placing a kiss on my hip.
Quentin laid me on the couch, covering me with the throw before walking toward the bathroom. Miguel knelt down on the floor in front of me.
“I’m going to change the sheets while Quentin gets cleaned up, okay?”
I nodded again.
“Are those happy tears?” he asked, worry written on his face.
“Some of them,” I admitted. “I’m trying to keep the bad thoughts out.”The shame.
“Do you regret it?” Miguel asked.
“Never.” Not even the whispered words of my father floating around in my head could make me regret it. “I’m not wrong,” I said, because saying it out loud made it truer.
“No,” Miguel whispered, “you’re perfect.”
I traced the shape of his face. “You are too.”
“Really?” He bit his lip.
“Really.”
“Was I… okay?” He seemed unsure.
“You were the best.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I had nothing else to compare it to, but he’d taken his time with me, made me feel cared for before and after.
“Okay.” He looked toward the rumpled bed. “I’ll be quick.”
I’d fallen asleep by the time Quentin placed me in the middle of the bed again. The sheets were cool and dry against my skin, pulling a small shiver from me.
For the second time that night, Miguel spooned me from behind while Quentin slid down in front of me. I frowned, then sucked in a breath when he took my soft cock into his mouth.
“It’s okay,” Miguel said into my ear. “He’s just gonna keep you nice and warm until you fall asleep again.”
“But… but what if…”
“What if you get hard again?”
Quentin backed off, looking up at me. “Then you fuck my throat and dump your jizz down my guts again. No big deal.”
Miguel dragged his fingers up and down my arm, whispering how perfect I was, while I combed my fingers through Quentin’s hair. His mouth cradling me as I dozed off was the most relaxing thing I’d ever experienced. I fell asleep feeling happier than I’d ever been, feeling loved and complete. They’d taken the emptiness away.
If only I’d known then there were other empty parts of me their love couldn’t fill.
