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“I’m going to guess it’s the being-our-boy part that you don’t quite get, not the being-good-to-you bit.” He waited for acknowledgement from Jamie before continuing. “Silas and I are Daddies. We have helped a number of boys find themselves, and then their very own Daddy. But we know there’s a boy for us to take care of out there. Someone just for us. Silas and I think you’re that boy. We want to love you and care for you and make your life better in every way.”
“I don’t have anything to offer. You know that. You have to know that.”
“Seriously?” Bran turned Jamie so that he could see himself in the full-length mirror they had in their bedroom. “Look at you. That’s what you have to offer.You.”
“I’m a washed-up child star with weird fans.”
Bran snorted. “Maybe to the weird fans that’s what you are. I see a beautiful young man.”
Silas came and stood next to them. “I see that too.” Silas pulled off Jamie’s shirt. “He’s got lovely long hair, and he’s lean and sexy.”
“Amazing ink,” Bran added. “A sweet belly.”
“And kind eyes. And he oozes with need for us.”
Bran reached around and undid Jamie’s belt, encouraged his pants to drop. “You’re absolutely lovely, Jamie. And you have a lot more to offer than you seem to know.”
“I… I don’t know. Maybe. I’m trying to do that, you know?”
“Good. And we can help you with that. Remind you to look into yourself and find the good. Because it’s there. It’s there in spades.” Bran lifted Jamie’s chin and took a kiss, keeping it soft for a long while.
Jamie breathed with him, sweet body softening, relaxing into him.
Silas finished stripping their boy while he pressed one kiss after another onto the sweet lips. He was going to learn every corner of this mouth.
Jamie stared into him, those lovely eyes deep enough that he could drown in them.
Once Jamie was naked, Silas got to work on his clothing, removing every stitch.
“I feel like I’m in a dream,” Jamie whispered. “Like this is a fantasy.”
“It’s real, I promise you. Which makes it the best fantasy ever, doesn’t it?”
The water came on in the big walk-in shower, Silas getting everything prepped for them to just step into while he was focused on Jamie.
“We’re going to make you ours, pretty boy. We’re going to make you fly.” He dove back into the kisses.
Wrapping one arm around Jamie’s back, he bent their boy back over it, not quite enough to make Jamie lose his balance. Jamie pressed up against him, slender body eager, cock hard and hot.
Oh, that was what he’d wanted to feel.
“Let’s get into the shower, guys. Jamie asked for a shower before orgasms, so the least we can do is get him in there before he pops off.”
Bran chuckled against Jamie’s lips. “Keeping us on track.”
“Yep.” Silas was unapologetic about it, too.
“Such an amazing man.” He offered Silas a hard kiss.
His lover took it, then tugged him and Jamie into the shower and the flow of hot water.
He hummed and let his head fall back for a moment, enjoying the hot stream.
“Fuck, he’s pretty,” Jamie whispered, and Silas chuckled.
“Language!” Bran growled the word out, not even straightening from his position in the flow of water.
Silas chuckled even harder at his admonition.
