Chpt. 39 CPOV:
"I'm going to go take a shower," Ana announces as soon as we get walk into our house.
"We could—" Taylor starts.
"No, you two need to talk."
We both watch as she walks upstairs to our master bathroom which will hopefully soon be attached to our finished master bedroom. I'm not complaining though, the living room/bedroom works fine for us right now. Sure it's an inconvenience to have to run upstairs each day to shower, but it's a small price to pay to being in the house now and having the condo sold. Even though the house is nowhere near finished, it feels so different than the condo did. The house… feels like it's ours as opposed to just mine and Taylor's.
"Want a beer?" Taylor asks from the kitchen.
"Sure," I walk into the kitchen where he hands me the beer.
I take a long swig of it, hoping it helps to settle my nervous stomach that made another appearance as soon as we walked through the front door. I can't remember the last time I was this nervous. I'm not even sure where to start. I've already fucked this up once, I can't fuck it up again.
"Want to tell me what that was all about earlier?" I guess that's how it going to start.
"Look, I fucked up," I run my hands through my hair. "Can we sit somewhere?"
We walk into our makeshift bedroom where we both sit on the edge of the bed. Taylor puts a few feet of space between us which only makes me even more nervous. Normally I wouldn't think twice if he sat a few feet from me, but suddenly I find myself wondering why he did it. Is he uncertain where we stand, even though I told him that we're going to get married next month? Then I realize he might not be sure where him and I stand because of what I said. I reach out and grab his hand, needing to at least reassure him in that small way before I try to explain things.
"What I said earlier, it came out the wrong way," I begin. "I had this entire thing planned in my head: what I would say, how I would say it and everything. But when we were outside at my parents, talking about it…"
"You freaked out."
"Yeah."
"What did you mean that I should marry Ana? Because on one hand I thought I knew what you meant, but then before we walked back into your parents' house you said the three of us would be standing out there next month. We haven't talked about what the ceremony would look like or anything, but if you're worried… if you don't want people to know about… you and me—"
"I'm not hiding," I interrupt quickly. "When I said I thought you and Ana should get married, I wasn't talking about the wedding we have at my parents. That ceremony will be between the three of us: we will commit ourselves to each other, to love each and to spend the rest of our lives together. I will be committing myself to you just as I will be committing myself to Ana."
"Then what were you talking about?" it doesn't go unnoticed that he lets out a breath before asking the question. In that moment I realized just how badly my words fucked with both him and Ana. Ana thought I was running off because I was scared just like her mother ran when things got tough. Taylor thought I wanted to hide part of our relationship, the part that involves him, because he's used to not feeling as important as everyone else thanks to his shitty family.
"We know the three of us can't legally marry each other, but I started looking into things… " I explain to him what I found just like I told Ana.
"Why Ana and I though? Why not you and Ana?" he asks the same question Ana did almost immediately.
"If Ana and I are married and something were to happen to you, legally we have no options. Medical decisions are made only by family, which means… "
"Hell no," he says the moment he realizes what I'm implying. "There has to be another way. They haven't been in my life in years, there's no way in hell I'd want them making decisions for me."
"I know," I squeeze his hand. "But if you and Ana were married, legally she would be the one responsible for those decisions."
"What about a power of attorney or something? Couldn't we have something written that says you and Ana make medical decisions for me?"
"We could and we will. I still want that drawn up for each of us no matter what you and Ana decide. My concern though is that someone could challenge the document or challenge our ability to make decisions. Your… they were pretty mad about your grandmother's will T, what if they used that against us?"
"Why Ana and me? Why not you and me? Or do you not want people to know—"
"Stop, I have no issue with people knowing that you and I are together if that's what you're concerned about. That never even entered my mind."
"Then why? You marrying me would solve the same issue wouldn't it?"
"Yes, it would. But that leaves Ana the odd one out. She has no family, at least none that she knows of. If a hospital were to challenge her medical power of attorney, I don't know what ground we would have to stand on. That would leave any decisions about her care to a doctor or maybe the board of the hospital or however they work those things. In that forum I found, someone had it happen to their partner. They had to go to court and fight, but in the meantime the hospital stopped providing the therapy that the other two partners wanted and that another doctor had recommend. It took numerous court hearings before the judge upheld the power of attorney and allowed her partners to make decisions for her, but in the meantime she lost skills that she had gained."
"Shit."
"I know it sounds shitty T, but Ana doesn't have any family and yours… well no one would want them involved. It makes sense for the two of you to legally be married. If something happened to me, my family would be there. They would involve you in every step, they wouldn't force you out—"
"No, your family wouldn't do that."
"That's why I said what I said out there. I want you and Ana to legally be married so that everyone is protected."
"Are you sure this is what you want man?" he's up from the bed before I can answer. He's pacing the floor in front of the bed.
"Look if you don't want to marry Ana—"
"That's not it," he quickly interrupts me. "Of course I want to marry Ana! I would marry the both of you legally if it were possible."
"So what's the issue?"
"Are you sure this is what you want? What happens if you end up regretting the two of us getting legally married? What if you suddenly decide that you should be the one married to her… or to me for that matter?"
"I won't T; I've thought this through."
"I need you to be sure man, because if we walk into a court house and do this, if Ana and I sign the piece of paper becoming legally married, there's no going back. I won't, I can't… I won't end that marriage later so things could be different. I could never sign a piece of paper ending our marriage even if it were only for legal purposes, whether it's with her or you, I won't be able to do it. So be certain this is what you want Christian."
I'm in front of him, wrapping my arms around him as soon as he's close to the bed again. His arms wrap around me tightly and I can practically hear the wheels turning in his head. Even though I would never suggest we do what he said, part of me loved that he said he could never end the marriage even if it were for looks. Even though our commitment to each other can't be legally recognized, it doesn't make it any less significant.
"I will never ask you to end the marriage with Ana," I take a couple steps back until he's against the dresser. "I won't change my mind about this T."
"You sure?"
"Certain," I kiss him. "I want to make sure the three of us are protected and this is the way that everyone is recommending we do that. We'll still have the medical power of attorneys drawn up, but this will add another level of protection."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"If you're certain this is what you want, I'll marry Ana. I have two conditions though."
"What conditions?"
"It happens after our wedding at your parents' house, not before."
"Okay, fine."
"I want you there with us when we do it. I know they'll only allow you to be there as a witness, but I still want you there."
"It never occurred to me not to be there."
"I don't want this to be something…"
"What?"
"Just between me and Ana. I mean legally of course it will be, but I don't want it to be something just her and I have together. Fuck, I'm not making any sense."
"This isn't going to come between us," I lean in and kiss him again. "It's an added layer of protection, that's it. The three of us will be married in every other sense of the word. Look if you don't want to do this—"
"No, I want to. You're right about needing that layer; I don't trust my… them. I don't trust that they won't try to come after you and Ana if something were to happen. And I don't want to trust someone else to make decisions if something were to happen to Ana. Those decisions should be made by you and me. If you're sure, and Ana agrees to it, then the three of us will go to the courthouse sometime after our wedding."
"Good," I can't help but sag against him as I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. "Oh, there's one more thing."
"You don't think we've had enough for today?" he chuckles making me laugh.
I look up, waiting until his eyes find mine before continuing.
"I want you and Ana to take my last name."
"What?"
"Shit," I run my hands through my hair when I realize I spoke too quickly. I try to back up by Taylor's hands grip my hips tighter, not letting me put any space between us.
"Start again."
"I want us to be a family, in every sense of the word. I want our children to have parents that all have the same last name. I want you to be part of my family, recognized as part of my family even if the laws won't allow that."
"Fuck man."
"If you don't want to—"
"You're something you know that?"
Before I can respond, his lips are on mine leaving me no doubt how what I suggested affected him. I was less nervous about Ana's reaction to taking my last name because I was pretty confident that she wouldn't have an issue with it. I was worried about Taylor's reaction though. Taylor was his mother's last name and is the name he goes by most often so I knew he would want to keep it. What I didn't know though is if he would be open to changing to his name legally. I can't imagine what it was like for him growing up in homes where your last name is different than the people you live with.
"You're sure?" he pulls back from me just enough to ask.
"Certain."
"No one… none of them… "
He doesn't need to say it, I know what he means. When he went from house to house for all those years, no one included him in their family. I know he always felt like an outcast, as if he wasn't really a part of their family.
"I love you Christian," he whispers. "You and Ana, you both are my family. I love that your family has always welcomed me into their home and that even though they had concerns at first that they're accepting of the three of us."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
"I love you T."
My lips on his seal the decision as I try to pour into the kiss just how much this all meant to me. I groan when he deepens the kiss and pulls me closer to him until our bodies are pressed tightly against one another. This part of our relationship may have been completely unexpected but it feels so fucking natural. Our hands glide over each other's bodies, feeling the hardened muscles beneath our clothes as other parts of us begin to harden. Taylor makes the first move when he grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head. Then it's my turn to take his shirt off before I fumble with the button on his jeans. As soon as it's undone, I drop to my knees in front of him and take his jeans off.
"Christian," he groans when I take him in my mouth.
His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me but letting me set the pace. Fuck when Ana ran off at my parents' and I saw the look on Taylor's face, I wasn't sure we would ever make it back here. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to fix that huge fuck up I made. My hands glide over Taylor's firm legs, needing to touch him as the stress of all of this finally leaves me.
"Come here," he gently tugs me up until his lips find mine.
My jeans fall to the floor only moments later and I quickly step out of them without letting my lips leave Taylor's. I groan when his hand wraps around my already hard dick, slowly stroking it. I grab the bottle of lube from the dresser and slowly pour some around his hand. Taylor pulls back and looks down between us before taking both of our dicks in his hand and stroking them at the same time.
"That's hot," I groan.
"Yeah it is," Ana's voice from the other side of the room surprises both of us.
Without taking his hand off of me, Taylor looks over at Ana who is just standing there in a towel with water still covering her body from her shower. The look in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks and the way she's biting her lip tells me how turned on she is right now. I have to wonder how long she's been standing there, watching us.
"Come here baby," Taylor says.
"No."
"No?" I ask.
"I want to watch you two."
"Lose the towel," Taylor requests.
"I said—"
"You want to watch," he repeats. "But I think it's only fair if you get to watch, that we get to see what watching does to you."
"Yes, lose the towel," I agree.
It takes only a moment for the towel to fall to the floor, leaving Ana completely naked. She looks at us with raised eye brows as if to say, your turn. I turn back to Taylor and smile at him, loving where his mind went when Ana said she wanted to watch. He gestures towards the bed and I hear her climb on it and even though I want to turn around to see her lying naked there watching us, I don't. I keep my focus on Taylor who starts stroking our dicks again.
I take a step closer, forcing his hand out of the way until there's no space left between us. I slowly rub against him, our hard dicks pressing against each other with our movements. Taylor reaches over to the dresser, grabbing the bottle of lube before handing it to me. I stop kissing him for a moment and wait until our eyes meet so I can be sure I'm reading what he wants correctly. The look in his eyes tells me all I need to know: the hunger, the desire, the want and the love, tells me everything.
It's not easy in this position, but with I coat my fingers with the lube before slipping them down the crack of his ass until I find my target. He groans, his head falling to my neck as I circle his entrance and then slowly push in. His hips thrust against mine, his dick pushing hard against my stomach as I slowly move within him.
A moan from behind me is a reminder of what Ana wants; I quickly turn us around so she can see what I'm doing to Taylor. I glance over at the bed just in time to watch her legs part open, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. I slip another finger into Taylor, earning me a nip on my shoulder in response. The position definitely isn't ideal, but I make do.
"Let's go to the bed," I suggest several minutes later when Taylor begins to slowly move against my hand.
His answer comes in the form of a long kiss before turning to face the bed. Before he can step away I wrap my arms around his waist and slowly stroke him while my dick still slick with , moves against his ass. Ana's eyes are glue to Taylor's dick in my hand, watching my every move.
"I think someone likes watching us," Taylor leans back to say.
"I'd say so," especially judging by her hardened nipples and damp pussy.
Taylor leads me over to the bed before turning around to face me once again. He lays down on the edge of the bed, moving down so his ass his barely on it. I gesture to Ana to throw me a pillow which I hand to Taylor before grabbing the bottle of lube from the dresser. I coat my dick with it, loving the way both Ana and Taylor are now watching me.
"You're sure?" I step in between Taylor's legs.
"Yeah."
I lean down and slowly guide my dick into him, feeling him tighten around me as I do. He groans and hisses, but otherwise doesn't say anything. I move incredibly slowly even though my dick is begging me to just quickly sink into him, so I feel him tighten completely around me as he tries to suck me deeper inside of him. The hand that is not on my dick, takes a hold of his and I begin stroking him in an effort to distract him. It works and moments later he relaxes enough for me to sink completely into him.
With his hard dick still in my hand, I lean over him as far as I can. Taylor must sense what I need because he opens his eyes and pushes off the bed until he meets me half way. His hand wraps around my neck, pulling me closer until our lips crush against each other. There's not much room in this position, but it works and there's enough to allow me to start slowly moving within him. His grip on my neck tightens when I pull out but then he moans the moment I start pushing back in. It's a slow back and forth response, but when Taylor becomes more comfortable with it he falls back onto the bed. I slowly start to pull out a little further, to push in faster until he starts trying to meet me thrust for thrust.
When I open my eyes and look at Ana, I'm absolutely floored at her response to what Taylor and I are doing. She has two fingers buried in her sweet pussy, slowly moving them in and out of her body. As I watch her I realize she's fucking herself with her fingers at the speed that I'm moving in and out of Taylor's tight ass. Her breathing is heavy, so heavy that I'm not sure how I didn't notice before now just how turned she was just from watching us.
The couple of times I've sat back and watched Ana and Taylor together has shown me just how erotic it can be to watch the two people you love make love to each other. There's something about watching them, watching the love they share, that is an incredible turn on. Judging by Ana's response right now I'd say I'm not the only one who thinks that way. Not that it surprises me because Ana's enjoyed watching when Taylor and I have fooled around.
"T," I pant. "Want to turn around so you can watch our girl?"
"Christian!" Ana's face turns an adorable shade of red when she realizes I was watching her. She quickly pulls her fingers from inside of her, but not before I see the wetness that coats them.
"What is she doing?" he tries to turn to see her but lying on his back with my dick buried inside of him doesn't provide him much flexibility.
"Her fingers were inside of her tight pussy, slowly thrusting in and out of her," I make it a point to move back and forth as I say the words, letting him feel just want she was doing. "Someone enjoys watching us."
I chuckle at the glare Ana's giving me as I slowly pull out of Taylor. He quickly turns over and crawls up the bed, giving me a perfect view of his ass as he does.
"Like what you saw?" he whispers slowly moving closer to Ana. She nods in response, I think part of her still a little embarrassed she was caught. "I want to watch you. I want to see how Christian making love to me affects you. Can I do that?"
She nods again and blushes even further.
"Can we both watch you?" her eyes find mine as I ask the question. "You're so beautiful when you're turned on, you know that? I love that you get turned on watching us, it turns me on even more."
"It does?" she asks.
"Fuck yeah baby," I guide myself back into Taylor, slowly pushing in until once again I'm fully inside of him. "Let us see what watching does to you."
Her legs slowly fall back open, giving both Taylor and I a view of her pussy as she does. Her hand slowly, almost cautiously, moves between her legs with far less confidence than she had earlier. Realizing she probably wants the focus off of her, I grip Taylor's hips firmly and slowly move within him. He groans, lowering his head to the bed as his hand slips underneath him. Between Ana's soft moans and Taylor's groans it takes everything in me not to come.
A quick glance at Ana has me nearly coming to a complete stop: her eyes are barely open, her fingers are thrusting hard and fast in and out of her beautiful body, her other hand is teasing her hardened nipple. She's so fucking beautiful, but even more so when she lets herself go like this.
"Christian," Taylor groans pulling my attention from Ana.
He lifts his head off the bed, looking back at me obviously questioning why I stopped moving. I gesture towards Ana who hasn't stopped her movements. The moment he turns around I hear his breath catch when he sees her. The hand that is under him starts moving quicker, obviously stroking himself to the sight in front of him. With my hands gripping Taylor's hips tight enough that I know marks will still be there in the morning, I start thrusting in and out of him. He groans and hisses, but the entire time he doesn't stop stroking himself.
The room is filled with our collective moans as we all chase our orgasms together. As is typically the case, Taylor and I both hold off just long enough to watch Ana come. It's the first time we've seen her play with herself and bring herself to an orgasm. It's fucking beautiful to watch, especially when her eyes fly open the moment the orgasm hits her. I love that her gaze lands on us, the look in her eyes is all it takes. The orgasm hits me by surprise, I quickly thrust in and out of Taylor emptying myself into him. Taylor calls out before coming only moments after I did. I barley have the energy, but I manage to roll Taylor and I to our sides before collapsing on the bed. Ana slides down to us, wrapping herself around Taylor before reaching across to me.