Hunter regrettably told Prairie that he had to leave, as to not allow Jason's wife to grow suspicious of his whereabouts. He kissed her lovingly goodbye, promising that he wouldn't make love to Emma as long as he was still in Jason's body. Prairie wished he didn't have to leave, but she understood, it would be best if they didn't alter this dimension too much, it would only cause complication for everyone involved. Unfortunately, they weren't sure that, if they did jump again, Jason, Emory, and Brit would survive. But despite their concerns, they had to play their parts. Prairie had a restless sleep that night, missing Hap, and hoping that she could open Homer's eyes as she had with Hunter.
The next morning she took a taxi to meet the cast and crew for their post-filming get together. As soon as she got out of the cab and walked up to the front door, Steve was there to meet her, looking relieved and somewhat manic, "OA, thank god. I would have stayed with you, but they wouldn't let me." He pulled her into a hug which she returned.
"It's ok. I'm ok," she reassured him.
He pulled away, his demeanor still frantic, "But Hap... did he? What did he do?"
This was her chance to ease his ill thoughts about the scientist, but she knew it would be a feat, he wouldn't understand. She ran a hand through her hair with a sigh, "Look, he... he was a gentleman. He didn't do anything but make sure I was alright. We talked. There's no more deception. He's not going to hold me back anymore." He calmed a bit, albeit looking confused, as she knew he would be. Since he wasn't protesting, she continued, "Actually, we've come to an understanding. We need to work together. And we need your help."
He took a second before shaking his head and shrugging, "Uh, yeah, what do you need?"
She took a step closer now, speaking a bit lower, "How many of you made it through? Five...? We need to jump again, Hap and I. And- Homer."
He looked almost scared, "You mean... just you three..? OA! If you're going, then I'm going." He quickly added, "All of us are going."
His desperation pained her, knowing that he was attached to her, and feeling guilty that he had jumped for her in the first place, left his world for her, just for her to leave him behind. She took his hand in both of hers, squeezing and looking pleadingly into his eyes, "I can't explain. It's something we have to do. No one else can come." He still looked hesitant, "Please." She decided he needed more convincing so she made a promise, "I'll come back for you, there's just something I need to do first. Please, Steve, it's important."
He could tell how important it was by the intensity of her gaze and the urgency in her voice, so he reluctantly nodded, "Ok, yeah, sure. I'll tell the others."
Relieved, she grinned, allowing herself to laugh in her excitement, "Thank you. Thank you so much. Tell them to meet us out back at midnight."
"Midnight. Got it."
She smiled warmly at him before going for the door and holding it for him, walking through it after him. They found the group sitting in chairs placed in a circle, everyone already there waiting for them. They found two empty seats and sat. Immediately they both found Hap; Prairie smiled brightly but noticed Steve giving him a skeptical look. Hap smiled back before subtly nodding toward Steve, as if to remind her that he could potentially be a problem. She shook her head, mouthing the words, "He's fine."
He visibly relaxed but he had a look about him that suggested he was itching to talk to her, a feeling which she related to. She was desperate to talk to him, as well as to- Homer. She glanced around in search of him, and when her eyes landed on him he was already looking at her, confusion and what she guessed to be jealousy written on his face. He must have seen her interacting with Hap. Her heart clenched, hoping he would understand. She was thankful he was alive, images of his body slumping from the gunshot finding their way to the forefront of her mind. It had terrified her, the thought of losing him. Never again. She'd never lose either of them again.
As soon as they were allowed to talk Prairie jumped from her seat and quickly made her way to Homer, almost running, her heart beating fast. His eyes widened as she approached, his lips parting, watching her in longing anticipation. When she made it to him she flung her arms around him, burying her face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped tightly around her back, holding her close, and he closed his eyes in bliss, realizing that this was the first time they'd ever been able to embrace each other.
It felt so good to be held by him, to finally be close to him, to touch him. She knew she was making a scene but she didn't care. Eventually she forced herself to pull away, and that's when they locked eyes and she lost all thought, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted to kiss him. But she couldn't, not there. "We need to talk. At my place." She was nervous to finish that thought, so she added the next part cautiously, "With Hap."
His brows knitted, his expression incredulous, "He shot me. You do remember that, don't you?" He wondered if the blow to her head had made her forget. "I'm not talking to him after everything he's done to us. After all the threats... He hates me. He's jealous. The only reason he's allowing us to be this close right now is because we're with a group of people."
She looked over her shoulder, scanning for Hap, and, again, like with Homer, when she found him he was already looking at her. At them. There was something akin to a sad jealousy in his composure, but there was a certain understanding in his eyes, and she knew he was ok with their closeness. Turning her attention back to Homer she clutched onto him, resting her forehead against his, "It's different here. Trust me. I spoke to him. We came to an understanding, one that includes you." She pulled back, searching his eyes, "Please, I need to talk to you, and he has to be there."
He glanced at Hap and something in his eyes flashed, liked they had a connection. He remembered his time in the mental hospital, how he had admired him, that they had actually been friends, and that resonated with him in a way that made him a little more lenient, something that confused him. Finally he nodded, relenting, "Alright."
Prairie gave him a reassuring smile, nodding as well, "Trust me." She turned to lead him toward Hunter, her heart fluttering as she approached her other lover. An excited warmth filling her as she thought about how much she loved them both. Reaching Hap she spoke softly, "We're going back to my place. Come with us?" He gave a curt nod, his lips pressed together, before the corner of his mouth lifted into a semi-amused smile, his eyes shining. This was going to be interesting. She gave a bright smile in return, "Good." She moved fast toward the entrance, pushing through the door, knowing they'd follow her. When she reached the sidewalk she hailed for a cab, leaving Homer standing awkwardly beside Hap, the two glancing sideways at one another. When she finally got a taxi she got in, Homer going in after her, and Hunter after him. The three sat cramped in the backseat as Prairie gave her address. She could feel how tense Homer was and she took his hand in hers comfortingly, looking at him, "It's going to be ok, Homer. I promise."
The young man reveled in the feeling of her hand in his, enjoying that they could freely touch. His thumb stroked her hand lovingly as he tried to relax. He had always trusted her, but he was acutely aware of Hap's body against his, their legs and arms pressed against each other's, and he grew hot and bothered for reasons unknown to him. His eyes drifted to Hunter's hand, the thought of holding it entering his mind, surprising him. His gaze lifted to find that Hap was staring at his and Prairie's interlocked hands; But with Homer looking at him he shifted his gaze to meet the younger man's. They regarded one another and suddenly Homer could feel the heat going to his cheeks. He wondered what the older man was thinking. He noticed a strange longing in Hunter's eyes, mixed with silent apology, and it caused his stomach to stir. Homer shifted uncomfortably, at least that's what he told himself, refusing to believe it had anything to do with arousal, and his leg pressed further into Hap's. Hap's body responded by stiffening, his own leg pushing back, his hips bucking forward just slightly as he felt a heat of his own filling his abdomen; his hand twitched on his leg, his fingers spreading so that his pinkie reached for Homer's leg. Homer's eyes fell down to the outreaching appendage and he swallowed heavily, his hand tightening its hold on Prairie's. Homer's mind was hazy, not knowing what was going on. Prairie sensed Homer's discomfort and she looked over to see what was going on. She noticed Hap's movements, their proximity despite how they didn't really have a choice in the matter, it seemed to be more than forced confinement. Something inside her ignited, not jealousy, but arousal at the thought of their own. She grew even more excited, a wetness developing at the thought of having them both, of all of them being together again. Her chest seized with desire and emotion. She needed them. She squeezed Homer's hand back, resisting the urge to bring it into her lap. Homer turned to face her, drawing close so she could feel his heavy breath on her, his eyes hooded. She felt herself leaning in, the magnetic energy strong. Just then Hap's leg rubbed against his, up and down sensually, and between that and the thought of kissing Prairie it caused a soft moan to leave Homer's parted lips.
Homer was shaking by the time the taxi came to a stop and Prairie jerked away, opening the door and leaving faster than Homer had expected. He shakily got out after her, Hap going out his own door. Homer couldn't walk with out his legs wobbling, he felt like he was about to collapse, following Prairie in a haze, still aware of Hap behind him. Once he crossed the threshold and Hap stepped in behind him closing the door, he let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes, and quietly asked, "What's going on?"
Prairie and Hunter shared a heated look before Prairie moved to Homer, cupping a cheek and making him shudder, "You need to remember." She watched his brows knit together before she moved in, putting her lips to his ear and speaking in a language only they would know.
A moment passed before he exhaled, "I..." Another second went by and he suddenly fell to his knees, his legs unable to hold his weight as the staggering realization sank in. With his hands on Prairie's hips he pressed his forehead into her abdomen, taking a moment to reel in his thoughts. "I remember," he whispered. His fingers curled, his nails digging into her as he pulled her closer, repeating, "I remember." Prairie sank down onto her knees to meet him, running a hand through Homer's hair, pulling his head back so they were face to face. And that's when they kissed, hungrily, holding each other as if their lives depended on it, Prairie's hand fisting in his hair. It felt so good to finally kiss each other, after years of longing, being so close yet far away. When they finally broke apart, panting, Homer ran his hand through her hair, pulling her forehead to his, "I love you." And again more urgently, "I love you."
She smiled, breaking into tears and choking out a puff of laughter, "I love you too. So much. So fucking much."
They had been so caught up in one another that they almost forgot about Hap standing just a foot away. Almost. How could Prairie ever forget him? And now that Homer knew, how could he? The new revelations hit him further as he hesitantly pulled away from Prairie and turned to look up at Hap. The older man smiled down at him, actually smiled, as if he hadn't been his tormentor for the last decade. But knowing what he knew now, Homer smiled softly back. Hap held out his hand to him and he took it, lifting onto his feet. Now that he was standing Hap lifted both his hands to place them on Homer's cheeks. Homer blushed, finding the gentle masculinity alluring on a surreal level. He grew warm as Hap continued to smile at him. Then, to Homer's confused delight, Hap moved in close to place a soft kiss to his lips. Homer felt bliss, and a sudden loss of control when he balled his fists into Hap's shirt and pulled him closer, his voice desperate and demanding, "Don't ever leave us again."
Hap smoothed his hand over Homer's hair, it hurt to know that his perfect young man was so affected by his absence, "Never. We're all together now. Truly, this time."
"But there's somewhere else we have to be," Prairie cut in. She had been watching the display, her heart clenching emotionally, for all of them. It was beautiful to see the love they shared, different but equal to each pairing between the three of them.
Homer turned to look back at her before regarding Hap one last time before moving back from him. Addressing Prairie again he spoke, "You mean we have to jump again?"
Prairie nodded, "Just us three."
"And the others will do that for us?"
She nodded again, "Tonight at midnight."
Homer nodded, but his expression screamed that he was eager. Prairie smiled and went to him, cupping his face as Hap had and looking into his eyes, "Soon. So soon. We have each other now. And we will have each other for eternity."
She pulled him into another kiss, deeper this time, more needy. One hand slid to the back of his neck as the other traveled down his body until it reached his member. She stroked it through the fabric. He moaned into her mouth. Then he suddenly felt Hap's hands on him, grabbing his hips firmly from behind before traveling down to glided up and down along his v-shaped area. Then he felt his lips on his neck.
Between Prairie's kiss and her hand on him, and Hap's hands and lips, his body grew inflamed, his core burning red hot. He had never had two people at once, never had a man, and the attention was intoxicating. Double the touch, double the pleasure, and it amplified his arousal to the point that he felt like he might explode in ecstasy right then and there. He slid his own hands over theirs, the touch electrifying, for all of them, then he broke from the kiss and whispered hoarsely, "I want you. I need you. Both."
Prairie smiled and nodded, "And we've been craving you too."
They moved together to the bed, undressing rather calmly, though intense and hungry looks were shared. Homer was nervous, despite the desire, while the other two looked so confident. But, as he remembered now, he had always been the less commanding of the three.
They all got onto the bed, Prairie laying on her back beneath Homer, who began to slide his hands up her thighs, gazing into her. The hair on her body stood up with overwhelming arousal. She had wanted this for almost as long as she wanted it with Hap. All those times gazing through the divider at each other, the longing to touch, to hold, to show any physical affection at all. Now they could and it felt like a miracle. Especially when he slowly began to enter her. She gripped onto his shoulders, her mouth opening in a silent expression of pleasure.
Homer felt the same things Prairie did, exactly. Just as intense, just as needy. He held just as much pleasure as she did when he slid inside her. But that pleasure doubled when he felt Hap position himself behind him. The older man took his hips once more, sliding his palms down and back up to spread him apart, opening up his entrance to him. Homer flushed red as he began to move gently inside Prairie, all the while feeling the tip of Haps member prodding at him. He had never experienced anything like that, never thought he'd feel the rush of being inside someone while someone was inside him. The thought, and the feeling, was overwhelming.
Hap entered slowly, easing in with each thrust Homer gave Prairie, until he was fully seated in. He didn't need to move, Homer doing all the work. But when Homer began to whimper and thrust harder back into him, he knew it was his cue to contribute. He thrust forward sharply, deeply, and Homer cried out in sheer pleasure as he drove just as deeply into Prairie.
It was a chain reaction, every time Hap thrusted, Homer did, and every time Hap made Homer moan, Prairie moaned in response. It was a beautiful puzzle coming together as they set a steady yet urgent pace. Until finally they all came together in an explosion of love and fire.