Page 183 of Saving Sparrow
“I promise to protect you both, to lay down my life for yours, to keep loving you more than I fucking love myself. If my dick isn’t in one—or both—of you, it’ll be in my pants. Unless I’m showering or changing or, well, you get what I mean. I’ll never cheat. I’ll never let anyone or anything come between us. Not even football.”
We turned to the small table I’d set up for our ceremonial rituals. We each lit a single candle, using them to light the unity candle together. “This symbolizes our continued union,” I said.
Next, we each poured sand into a single container, representing the continued blending of our lives. Last, we exchanged rings.
“This bond will never be broken,” I whispered, removing Elliott’s glove to slip his ring onto his finger.
He picked up Quentin’s ring, reaching for his hand. “Nothing or no one will break us apart.”
“And if they try, I’ll fucking breakthem,” Quentin vowed, securing the final ring onto my finger.
“It’s just us here,” I said to them both. “Forever.”
Quentin scooped Elliott into his arms, pulling a surprised yelp from him. “Let’s go, Guelly.” He headed for the stairs.
“Wait!” Elliott laughed. “We have to take photos.”
“Shit, I forgot. My mom will kill me.” Quentin set him down while I adjusted the camera on the tripod and set the timer. We took a ton of group photos and some individual ones, too.
“Okay, that’s it.” Quentin hefted Elliott over his shoulder.
“Wait! We have to open the gifts.” He reached toward the wrapped items on the foyer table.
“We’ll take them with us to the airport.” I raced up the stairs behind them.
We were exhilarated and out of breath by the time Quentin set Elliott on his feet inside our bedroom. Quentin and I crowded him, ready to tear through the fabric of the dress.
“Wait,” he said. Quentin and I groaned. “We forgot to kiss. The ceremony isn’t complete without the first kiss.”
“NowthatI can get on board with,” Quentin said.
We were fumbling tongues and hands, taking turns kissing each other while stripping out of our clothes. I was down to my trousers by the time Elliott’s dress slipped from his shoulders to pool at his feet.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, taking a page from Quentin’s book. Elliott backed away as we gaped at the lacy bra and garter belt he wore, the clips holding up his stockings. He’d decided to ditch the panties.
He climbed onto the bed, getting onto his hands and knees, revealing the butt plug nestled in his hole. Quentin grabbed my arm for support.
“I want both of you,” Elliott looked over his shoulder, “at the same time.”
We’d done this before, but it usually took lots of preparation. I wasn’t expecting this treat tonight. Quentin and I removed the last of ourclothing, stroking our hard cocks as we approached the bed. I removed the plug, lube leaking onto Elliott’s inner thighs.
“You used the big one.” Quentin’s voice sounded strained.
“I knew we’d be short on time. I wanted to be sure I was ready.”
Quentin slipped three fingers inside Elliott’s slick hole with ease. “Oh, you’re ready, pretty girl.”
Elliott whimpered, backing onto them. Quentin inserted a fourth while I got the lube.
“You want it slow?” I asked, getting my dick nice and wet.
“At first, then I… Unngh.” Elliott’s words cut off as Quentin finger-fucked him.
“Then what?” I passed Quentin the lube.
“T-then… I w-want you to fuck me like you’re desperate for me.”
“That we are, pretty girl… That we are… Let me see you ride Guelly’s cock for a little bit first.”
