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They joined him with the cake, a disposable fork, and a couple of towels.
“Okay, who was thinking ahead with the towels?” He suspected it was actually Jamie; he and Silas didn’t eat in bed very often.
Jamie raised his hand. “I just thought it would save the sheets.”
“Such a thoughtful boy.” He gave Jamie a reward in the form of a lingering kiss.
“Thank you.” Jamie was already blinking slow.
“You want to talk about the safeword before we get into smearing each other with cake?”
“No smearing. That’s sticky and gross. We’re all going to use the same one, right?”
“That seems to make the most sense to me,” Silas noted.
Bran nodded his agreement. He and Silas didn’t technically need one, but they could totally have one. And who knew, maybe it would be a word that would grab everyone’s attention if he or Silas used it.
“Cool. So are there rules about which one you use?” Jamie chuckled, feeding Silas a bite of cake. “Word, I mean.”
“You can choose any word you want, but it should be something easy for you to remember and that you wouldn’t shout out naturally.”
“So… no doesn’t work?”
Bran tilted his head and pursed his lips, working out how to help Jamie understand. “Not necessarily. Not if we’re playing hard and part of the enjoyment is you saying no and don’t, but really wanting whatever is going on to continue.”
Silas nodded. “What if you’re upset and angry and need to fight us? You want to yell and shout and scream no, but you don’t want us to stop—you want us to keep pushing so you can get it all out?”
“Or what if we’re exploring and pushing boundaries and you feel like you should say no or you’re scared and say no, but you can be pushed past that point.” Bran stroked Jamie’s arm soothingly. He knew it could be a hard concept. “It’s a way to be able to stop everything on that one word no matter what else is going on.”
“This is a little weird. You know that, right?” Jamie smiled and cuddled. “I’m not saying no. I’m just saying it’s weird.”
Bran chuckled. “You know, that’s one of my favorite things about you—you’re forthright and honest. You say it like you see it.”
“As for weird,” Silas said. “We’re two men in a committed loving relationship who know they need a third to make things perfect. We do weird for breakfast.”
“Sometimes, yes.” Jamie started to giggle madly.
Bran had to smile, that joy everything.
“So are you ready to pick a word?” Silas asked, sneaking a fingerful of glittery buttercream and sucking it off his finger.
“Uh—glitter?” Jamie’s eyes were fastened on Silas’s mouth.
“That works.” Bran chuckled. “Unless we decide to use edible glitter during sex at some point.”
Silas made a face. “You know that stuff is nasty.”
“I do,” Bran agreed, and Jamie’s eyes went wide.
“You do?”
“Yeah, we made the mistake of trying it once.” Bran wrinkled his nose. “Gritty, fake sweet with a heavy undertone of motor oil.” Both he and Silas shuddered. Never again.
“Oh. Oh, NASTY.” Jamie shook his head. “No. Yuck. Seriously, yuck.”
“Yeah.” Silas made another face and grabbed another fingerful of the cake, as if that would wipe the memory of the edible glitter taste out of his mouth.
Bran opted for tilting Jamie’s chin up and taking a kiss, his tongue lingering inside Jamie’s mouth for a moment.
