New Beginnings

Heath isn't sure what they're going to find when they head back into the playroom, Wade still beating himself up about not giving Drew the proper aftercare for something like a caning.

It happens. Doms are humans, too, and they're bound to make mistakes. After Drew unexpectedly lost it last night, it's only natural Wade is going to forget and end up preoccupied with the fact that hey, Drew freaked the fuck out on Heath and neither of them are one hundred percent sure why it happened. They just know Drew needed the night to sort out his thoughts.

Drew is still asleep when they enter the room, and Heath has a moment to think that his glossy golden skin looks especially beautiful against all the yellow pillows. Then Wade gives him a sharp look and he starts stripping out of his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them at the foot of the bed. Last night, Heath had a chance to play Dom with Wade and while it was fun playing with Drew, he made it very clear he wants to go back into the playroom and have them both be on the same level. Maybe Drew will be less likely to yell at him like this.

So he sits at the foot of the bed with his legs crossed and watches Wade unlock the cage door, opening it quietly before reaching in to rouse Drew from his slumber. It takes a few minutes because Wade is being especially gentle, vestiges of remorse for the night before and even if it is perfectly okay he made an honest mistake, it's also good to see him regretful about it. It lets Heath know that he really does care for the both of them like he says he does.

His hair in a soft tangle around his face, eyes still lidded and hazy, Drew leans on Wade, who leads him over to the bed and hands him off to Heath before leaving the room. Gently, Heath cuddles Drew up against his chest, running his fingers through the glory of that chestnut hair just to hear the soft, almost inaudible purrs that leave Drew's lips at the gentle touch.

Wade returns with massage oil and a hairbrush, ever thoughtful now that he's thinking again.

When he sees the items in Wade's hands, Drew sits up a little straighter and awareness slowly enters his eyes. Heath glances at his back subtly and is glad to see it isn't as bad as either he or Wade feared. There are red marks, yes, and welts, of course, but nothing has bruised. Thank God.

"I left you in that cage without giving you the proper aftercare," Wade explains quietly.

"It's okay." Drew yawns, rubs at his eyes. "Kinda freaked you guys out last night. I'm okay."

Wade cocks his head, then nods slowly. "Good. Lay down on your stomach for me, pet."

It's a command, gentle but still a command, and Drew lays himself out on the bedspread on his stomach, his eyelids fluttering slightly when Wade moves to straddle his hips, massaging the oil into his back to soothe the redness. If it hurts, Drew has become adept at hiding it because he just sighs softly and nuzzles into the bedspread. Wade catches Heath's eye and nods, and Heath leaves the room for just a moment to retrieve a handful of granola bars from the cabinet and a few bottles of Gatorade from the refrigerator. Drew will need the energy for his punishment.

That was one thing he and Wade had been arguing about last night, neither of them coming to a conclusion on the matter and Wade simply overruling him because while their outside-of-the-playroom relationship is equal three ways, their inside-the-playroom relationship has placed Wade firmly in charge. And whether Heath likes it or not, Drew's behavior last night was unacceptable and Wade is going to punish him for it. Can't flog him or spank him, of course, not with the condition of his back and ass, but there are other places to hit and still many ways to punish, so it isn't like Drew is going to get off easy. Wade will make him pay for last night.

Wade finishes the massage and backs off, helping Drew back into a sitting position, eyes rapt on Drew's face. It's to watch for his reaction, to see if he's in pain, but apparently the cage was a good place for him to sleep because he seems okay. He even accepts the granola and a bottle of Gatorade with what, at first glance, seems like a normal Drew smile. Except that Heath knows what Drew's normal smiles look like. He's seen them a million times in and out of the ring.

And there is something dangerously off about the smile on Drew's face right now.

"When you're ready," Wade says quietly, resting a hand on Drew's shoulder, "we need to have a discussion about what happened last night. Did you have enough time to think?"

Drew nods, sips at his Gatorade. "Plenty of time. I'm glad you brought up what happened."

"I need to. Your behavior last night was… Unacceptable, pet. While I understand you were overwhelmed, taking it out on Heath was not the way to communicate to us that we'd pushed you too far." Understanding but firm. Wade is forever striving to be a perfect Dom for them.

It's amazing he ever doubts that Heath is in love with him when he tries this hard for them both.

"I agree." Drew's voice is far too calm and… Blank, and Wade finally seems to have registered something is very wrong with him. "This weekend was beautiful. I enjoyed it immensely."

Wade nods slowly, and Heath does as well before adding, "I got to see you two together and be with you two in ways that were just amazing. I hope we get to do it again some day soon."

"That's where the problem is, unfortunately." Drew takes another drink, swishes it around in his mouth and swallows. Then he takes a deep breath and sits up straighter. "As much fun as we've had together—and we've had a lot of fun together—I ultimately don't think this is going to work in the long run and that I'd better just call it quits and leave you two to your business."

The air is sucked from the room and Heath isn't entirely sure if he just heard Drew correctly or if his mind is trying to come up with as many horrifying scenarios for this situation as possible. Why would Drew want to leave them? After everything they've shared together? Did he and Wade fuck up so badly last night that Drew doesn't trust them anymore? He seemed perfectly fine and things were going okay until something set him off and even after going over the scene all night long before he fell asleep and ever since he woke up, Heath still can't figure out where he and Wade went wrong. But they can't have gone this wrong, this fast… Can they?

"Why do you think you should leave, Drew? What did we do to make you think that?" Wade asks, trying to keep his voice even but Heath can hear the cracks underneath and he's terrified because he's never seen Wade fall apart. And he might just be about to see Wade fall apart.

Drew looks up at him as if it's obvious but smiles sadly up at him and answers anyway. "Because you and Heath love each other. And I don't want to spoil that for you."

What? The word pings off of the sides of Heath's mind until he can't think of anything else. What would make Drew think he can spoil what Heath and Wade have had together for years? Why is he so afraid of that possibility he's willing to leave them to stop it from happening?

Then it clicks and Heath feels his eyes sting with the realization. Drew is afraid of splitting them up because he's come to love them both, and he doesn't think they feel the same about him.

It makes perfect sense. Drew's insecurity on that first day has erupted into a panic so furious he's calm about it, thinking he just needs to step back and let them have their way so they can be happy. Not at all realizing they need him in order to be happy. That they both love him, too.

He locks eyes with Wade before Wade can speak and possibly say something that might accidentally make all of this worse. Without words, he struggles to convey the meaning of Drew's words and hopes Wade understands because otherwise, everything is going to come crumbling down around them and Heath doesn't want that. He wants Drew and Wade, and that's all he wants. Well, he'd also like his job if that could be thrown in there, but if he does manage to lose his job in some way or another, he'll have his boys, and they matter more to him anyway.

His boys. That's how he thinks of the two Brits who have managed to entirely eclipse everything else in his life in his heart. When he comes backstage after a match, all he wants to do is get both of them and just find a quiet corner to sit until either one of them has a match or they can leave the arena. He wakes up and falls asleep in their arms. He knows their bodies intimately. Perfectly.

"What are we supposed to do without you here, pet? You're a part of this. A part of us." Wade's hand on Drew's shoulder slowly moves down his arm in a slow, soothing motion.

Yes. By some miracle, Wade understood exactly what he was trying to say. "You can't just walk out on us because you're scared of messing us up. What are we gonna do without you, Drew?"

"What?" Drew's brows furrow, and he starts to bite his lip. "What are you talking about?"

"You and your goddamn lip are gonna be the death of me. Fuck." Heath catches Drew's lip and pulls it free from his teeth, soothing the indents with his thumb before deciding on a better way.

Kissing Drew is, without a doubt, one of the more enjoyable parts of his life and he relishes every single kiss he gets. Wade braces behind Drew, trapping him between them while Heath catches Drew's lip and strokes over it with his tongue, listening to the little noises Drew makes in the back of his throat. He's so sensitive, his nerve endings always firing at the littlest touches and kisses, and now is no different. But that isn't what they need to do right now. Turning Drew on won't give him reason to stay. What they need to do is reach past the exterior and hit him right in the heart, make him realize it's not going to be as easy as saying goodbye and walking away. God, it should never be that easy. Especially when he loves Drew in more ways than one and can't imagine having a life without him even if that life is still allowed to include Wade.

"What are you doing?" Drew asks breathlessly when the kiss breaks, eyes all wide and wonder.

Wade scoffs from behind him. "Well, we can sit here and tell you that you can't leave us because we adore your stubborn and stupid ass, but something tells me you won't listen to reason."

Heath has to stop himself from laughing because as playful as Wade's words might be, as light as his tone is, this situation is serious. Somehow, in some way, they've pushed Drew's boundaries and managed to procure his trust, but they didn't manage to show him they love him.

"Why do you care if I leave or not? You two still have each other if I go." Drew starts to bite his lip again, then quickly stops. "You have nothing to lose. And I have everything to lose."

"We can't lose you," Heath points out softly. It seems obvious to him and it must be obvious to Wade, but if Drew can't see it, then they really haven't bothered making it obvious enough.

Drew scowls up at him, suddenly angry. "So it hasn't been a long weekend for you, Heath?"

He's so violently thrown off by the question, uncertain of what it actually means, that he doesn't mind Wade taking it away from him. "Did something about Heath's words last night upset you?"

"Did he even agree to this?" Drew shoves his way from between them both, then. "Or did you somehow convince him that it would be okay? Did he want to do this? Or was it just us, Wade?"

"What in the holy fuck are you going on about now, McIntyre?" Wade demands, and the shift in names, the shift in tones, is enough to tell Heath the powder keg is about to explode.

He struggles to puzzle out Drew's words as quickly as he can, watching them stare each other down while he sorts through Drew's words and last night and everything in general to try to make sense of it all. Drew doesn't think that Heath agreed to this… Because he said it had been a long weekend? But it was. Poor Drew had been through the wringer and back, forced to push so many of his boundaries so quickly and surely it felt long to him, too. All those hours being tied and teased and fucked senseless. It hadn't been a bad long, not by a long shot, but it was still…

Before Wade or Drew can say anything and set off the explosion, Heath clears his throat. Loudly. "I didn't mean that the way you thought I did, Drew. I didn't mean it in a bad way."

"How did you mean it, then?" Drew asks, glancing at him, and the arrogance on his face, lining his features, is enough to tell Heath this is far from over. How long has Drew felt unloved by them? "Because I can't really think of it in a positive light. It's not a positive phrase, after all."

"We fucked you in every sense of the word this weekend. In nearly every conceivable way. You aren't a little tired out by all of it?" Heath asks, deciding his question is better than an answer.

Drew cocks his head but, slowly, oh-so-slowly, nods. "Exhausted, actually. It's been one of the most hectic and energy-filled weekends of my life if not the most. Why do you ask?"

"That's what I meant by it being long," Heath explains. "We all gave a lot this weekend. Hell, Wade's never let anyone top him before. He basically let you take his virginity this weekend."

"Do not make this about fucking my ass, Heath. That's extremely counterproductive," Wade mutters, but Heath just shoots him a look, hoping he gets the meaning of shut up.

The fact that Drew quiets down, his eyes darting over and away, is a good sign even if it doesn't seem like it. "I… Didn't stop to think about it like that, Heath. I… I'm sorry for not doing that."

"That's not it, though," Heath continues. "You're scared we don't love you. That we mean more to each other than you do to us or something, right? Well, that's not true. At least, not to me. I love you, Drew, and losing you would mean fucking up everything we all have. Permanently."

"Now that is something I can get behind. Heath summed it up quite nicely," Wade says, gently stretching out a hand to pet his cheek affectionately, and he can't help but beam up at him.

Drew is quiet once again. "But I don't… Wade, when we started this weekend, you told me—"

"I know what I told you, and you know that a person's feelings can change given time. That's what led to us all being together, right? My feelings about you changing so I could invite you into our relationship?" Wade waits until Drew nods before continuing. "I gave you a part of myself I can't get back, and I gave that to you willingly. Even right this moment, I don't regret it because I know you deserved that part of me. And you gave back to me tenfold. You're mine."

"But… But that doesn't make any sense. You and Heath have been together for years, Barrett. You two are in love with each other." Drew seems still lost. It's a little painful to watch.

It's Heath's turn to pet Drew, knowing how much he enjoys the gentle contact. "And that took time while, with you, we fell pretty damn hard, pretty damn fast. Love isn't always the same."

"It's not a science, Drew," Wade agrees after a moment, nodding his head in agreement.

Drew huffs, obviously not willing to let go of what he's convinced himself is true. "But you—"

"Dominated you in every way possible this weekend," Wade interrupts tartly. "I even fucked you while you were technically fucking me. Tell me that wasn't a special moment between us."

"They're all special moments," Heath adds quietly, scooting closer so he can rest his chin on Drew's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the warm skin of his throat. He's so soft, so sweet.

It only takes a few minutes for Drew to deflate and lean against him. "Fuck, I am so, so sorry. I just… I didn't think… I'm so sorry. Oh, God, Heath, I yelled at you last night. I'm so sorry."

The tense moment has passed and Heath is just thankful for that, sharing a relieved look with Wade now that they aren't in danger of losing their Scotsman any time soon. For now, they get to keep Drew and maybe they've gone a good distance at proving they love him. They'll have more time to perfect that, of course, and bind themselves together tighter in the process.

"It's okay, pet. You're okay now." Wade pulls them both into his lap and it feels so good to be curled up with Drew in Wade's arms once again. "But you will need to be punished for that."

Drew lifts his head, measuring Wade's expression before nodding. "Of course, sir."

Heath breathes out a soft sigh and lets Drew loose, moving away from the both of them because he knows Wade needs to punish Drew and he wants to see how. To his surprise, Wade doesn't retrieve anything from the wall, the drawers, or the trunk. Instead, he slides off of the bed on the far side—right next to the binding rack that Heath is still a little more than terrified of. He smirks as he crouches down in just a pair of jeans, running a hand along the metal frame before moving his eyes to the bed. Drew's eyes widen and Heath realizes exactly what Wade is about to do—and his pulse jumps as if it's his own ass about to get punished when he knows it isn't.

Wade pats the top of the frame once more. "I want to put you in this. And then I'll punish you."

Even though it isn't his call, Heath wants to object to this on Drew's behalf because he doesn't want to see Drew locked into this thing. But to his shock, Drew simply slides off of the bed and kneels placidly at Wade's feet, ever the obedient submissive… And Heath gets a very nice view of Drew's back and ass stretched taut while he kneels in front of Wade, straight-backed.

"Such a good pet. You've learned so much, so fast." Wade kneels down in front of Drew and Heath's heart throbs against his will. "Baby, look at me with those big beautiful eyes."

The sound of Drew's breath catching is a lovely sound, and then Wade is kissing him softly.

When they first all agreed on this weekend, Heath didn't know how he'd feel about mostly watching from the sidelines and occasionally being a part of things—this is about Drew submitting to Wade, after all—but he's surprised at how little he minds. And it has to do with the way these two look together, Wade all rugged hard edges and Drew melting into him each time.

Wade's hand smoothes down Drew's back and Drew arches into it, just as Wade turns his head when Drew timidly wraps his hands around the back of Wade's neck to pull him closer. These two are beautiful together, and they're his, and Heath isn't the least bit jealous to just watch.

"Into the rack now, pet," Wade says when he pulls back, and Drew crawls over to it silently.

It takes a few minutes to secure him in properly, and the finished product is—well, it's just lovely and Heath feels like an idiot for being afraid. Drew is positioned on his hands and knees, his arms and legs bound with white leather straps to the frame so he can't move, eyes blindfolded since he doesn't' need to see. After all, he trusts them both. Wade doesn't bother with the O-ring gag, but Heath is pretty sure at this point that Drew will suck Wade on command so it isn't like it's needed. The rack renders him perfectly still and in the perfect position to take his ass.

And Heath can tell from the considering look in Wade's dark green gaze that he's thinking that himself right before he turns and approaches the wall, not even bothering to think over a choice.

Instead, he picks the riding crop right up from where he'd placed it after using it that first night. It's white leather—most leather in the room is white, after all—and it's something Wade can use to punish Drew without marking him up too heavily or causing too much pain. He's already covered in welts, after all, so causing an excess amount of pain would be too much for him.

When Wade turns and beckons to him, Heath comes to his side and, when commanded, kneels in front of Drew's face. He loves seeing Drew blindfolded, loves knowing those pretty eyes are hidden and yet it'll increase all of the sensations Drew feels while Wade works him over.

"Last night, you said some pretty harsh things to our pretty ginger," Wade says, and Heath smirks up at him. "This morning, you're going to apologize. Suck him while I hit you, pet."

"Yes, sir." Drew's reply is low and breathy, and Heath knows Drew is getting off from being tied up like this, unable to move and yet perfectly bare to the both of them. Ready to be used.

Heath wraps a hand around the base of his cock, unable to help playing with the situation just a little. He brushes the tip over Drew's lips just to watch the pretty pink folds of his mouth part obediently before guiding himself inside, closing his eyes to relish the wet heat of Drew's mouth, the eager way Drew's tongue curls around him. If anyone has ever been as good at giving head as their Scot, then Heath hasn't met that person and he isn't sure he even cares to meet them.

Wade lets them work up a rhythm, watching the two of them silently though Heath can see his eyes burning with lust and desire. He can't help but bait Wade, licking his lips up at him just to hear Wade growl, and Drew moans softly around him in response to the noise. It coaxes a curse out of Heath as the vibrations travel up his cock, a blinding little bit of unexpected pleasure.

Then he stops waiting and flexes his wrist until it pops, getting it work in before smacking the top of Drew's ass with the crop. It's hard enough to make Drew jump and choke around Heath slightly, his body reacting to the pain before he can properly manage it, and that's another reason Heath is no doubt getting a killer blowjob. If Drew has to focus on sucking his cock, then he can't measure the pleasure against the pain. He'll feel every bite of the crop into his skin.

To his credit, Wade is good. He lands his blows precisely, pausing between them, giving them a chance to sting and smart before landing another one. Each time the crop comes down, the bit of leather swatting Drew's skin, Drew chokes a little and Heath only gets harder as Drew's sucking becomes more frantic, more focused. He's trying to concentrate to get away from the pain, but the noises he makes are proof it's not working to his advantage. And Heath can see the evil glint of pure pleasure in Wade's eye as he continues landing blows, working them along Drew's back and ass between the welts laid into his skin. Marking unmarked skin. It's a beautiful rhythm.

"Tell me how his mouth feels around you, love," Wade says, cracking the crop against Drew's ass, making him cry out and lurch forward slightly, taking Heath deep down his throat.

"So fucking good, sir," Heath slurs, knotting a hand in Drew's hair just because he can and because the silky strands feel so soft between his fingers. Plus, he knows Drew likes having his pretty hair tugged and pulled. "All wet and hot and soft. It's like fucking velvet or something."

Wade nods and licks his lips slowly, his eyes sweeping along the plane of Drew's back before he tosses the riding crop aside and kneels behind Drew. Heath can't help but grin because he knew Wade wouldn't be able to resist taking Drew like this forever, but he's surprised when Wade leans across Drew's back, wraps a hand around the front of his throat, and squeezes.

Heath looks up at Wade, wide-eyed and worried when Drew chokes against the pressure, his tongue a touch more frantic around Heath's dick as he registers the constriction on his throat.

Wade licks his lips. Smirks. "I know what he likes, love. Trust me like he does. It's okay."

It takes Heath a minute to recall the dozens of times Wade had pressed down on Drew's throat either during sex or just during heated make-out sessions late at night. He's never questioned why, but he's also never realized Wade was really squeezing Drew's throat when he did it.

But Wade does seem to know what he's doing, letting up on the pressure before clamping down again, never giving Drew long to get his breath back before halting it again. The fact Drew still has his mouth full of Heath's cock can't be helping him breathe much, but he isn't trying to struggle away from them. Instead, he's sucking Heath harder, his moans longer and louder.

"He's going to be our fuck toy for the day," Wade says in a rather pleasant tone of voice.

If Drew objects, he certainly hides it well and Heath half-wonders if this is going to be the punishment Wade obviously thinks it is. Then, though, Wade adds something devious.

"I'll decide when he comes." His hand tightens again and Drew chokes once more. "And it'll be hours of being just like this before I let him have that pleasure from either of us."

There's no more waiting or hesitation, then. Wade simply gets a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer, slicks his fingers, and gets to work roughly, quickly stretching Drew open before slicking himself and sliding in deep. Drew makes desperate whining noises around Heath's cock while Wade works himself inside, panting and struggling to push back for more while not moving his head. It's quite the show, really, and Heath is suddenly keyed up, ready to be tied into this thing the first chance he gets because it's hot to see this. It'll be hot to be this.

Wade anchors a hand to Drew's hip while he settles inside of him, giving Drew time to stretch and his poor ass must be sore from all the fucking they've been doing. But he seems to be enjoying it, his hips wriggling the minimal amount that they can with his legs pinned. Heath has to get a tighter grip on his hair, a silent warning to calm down and slow down because he isn't ready to come yet, not when Wade has just slid himself inside of Drew. He wants to wait it out.

Then Wade pulls back and slams in, filling Drew to the hilt with one thrust and Drew cries out around Heath, his entire body shuddering and trembling. Wade runs a soothing hand down his back even as he starts fucking into him, setting rough and hard pace that looks like it hurts even though Heath knows both of his boys like the little bite of pain that comes with rough sex.

He fists both hands in Drew's hair, face-fucking him to the pace of Wade's thrusts, focusing on Wade's sweat-slicked body and its sinuous movements while his orgasm builds higher and higher, threatening to spill over at any moment even though he tries to hold onto it.

Wade looks up and their eyes lock, Wade nodding once before turning his eyes back down to where he's drilling into Drew with rough, fast movements that make the entire frame creak in protest. Silently, Heath thanks him and then throws his head back, groaning loudly when he spills down Drew's throat. Like a good boy, Drew swallows what he has to give and licks his lips clean when Heath pulls back, panting and struggling to catch his breath, crying out loudly when Wade suddenly shudders and grabs his hips, holding them still while he trembles violently.

They all stay still for a moment, just trying to regain their breathing and Heath swears up and down he's never seen anything this hot before. At the same time, he's afraid to leave Drew tied into this thing because he doesn't want the younger man to think he's being used.

"We'll be back in a bit, pet." Wade smoothes a hand down Drew's back before standing and offering his hand to Heath. "Come on, love. Let's give him a minute to calm down."

Heath doesn't want to leave Drew here, but he takes Wade's hand anyway. "Yes, sir."

"And he'll be waiting for us when we return." Wade smirks; Drew can't go anywhere.

Trying for a smile fails, but Heath manages a nod and follows Wade from the room, his anxiety flaring slightly when Wade closes the door behind them. "We just gonna leave him in there?"

"We'll go back in a bit. I want to talk to you first," Wade murmurs.

Heath measures his expression before slowly nodding. "Okay. Let's get cleaned up first."

In his head, he already knows what Wade will want to talk about and he's honestly a little afraid to have the conversation. He was honest when he was speaking to Drew, and he wants the Scotsman in their lives forever if that's what Drew wants, but he doesn't know what Wade wants in all of this. He didn't have time to ask him what he wanted from this or if he wanted to keep Drew with them and he doesn't quite know if Wade was truthful in what he said to Drew or if he simply wanted to avoid further conflict. He wants Wade to want to keep their younger lover because Heath does love him. It's still developing but he knows what it is and knew what it was the moment he first felt it. He's already fallen in love once, after all.

They head upstairs and share the shower for the simple fact that there's no point in not doing it at this point. They're both worn out from playing with Drew, so they just focus on washing each other off and getting out and dressed once again. While Wade makes them something quick to eat, Heath peeks into the room to see Drew still in place, waiting silently for them. There are no signs he's in distress or freaking out or anything, so he leaves him be and joins Wade in the kitchen, running his fingers through his hair and sipping at a mug of tea Wade hands him.

Once they finish eating their sandwiches, Wade cleans off the top of the island and Heath leans back in his seat, mentally preparing himself for the conversation that probably should have happened ages ago. Much as they love and cherish each other, and much as they care about what the other thinks, they've done a terrible job at keeping each other in mind in wake of this relationship with Drew. Wade was the one who started this, and he started it for Heath, but Heath never really sat down with him and asked him if they were going to keep Drew around or if they would let it runs its course. As a result, even Drew doesn't know what's going on.

Wade sits back down and sighs softly. "Drew's revelation was something, wasn't it?"

Heath nods and traces the edge of his cup with one finger, trying to think of a way to word how he felt after hearing it. Surprised, certainly, but he also understands what it feels like to be insecure—that was him in the very beginning of his relationship with Wade. They've had occasional moments of pushing Drew to the backburner to give more time to each other, too. And Drew doesn't even know about that. "Makes me think we haven't been doing our part in this. Or if it's a part we want to do. I mean… I want him to stay with us, Wade. I really do."

"I know. Why do you think I went to him in the first place? He was your best friend and he adored you. I didn't want it to end up fucking things up for you and him." Wade folds his hands around his own mug and sighs softly. "That's not to say I don't enjoy the time we spend with him. I love it. I love seeing you two together, seeing your differences and similarities, having you two with me. It's just something I didn't expect, falling for two different people."

"Don't think anyone ever expects it," Heath says quietly, glancing up into Wade's green eyes.

Wade smiles sadly and nods. "That's pretty much the issue of it all, not expecting it and not being prepared for it. And I think we've both been so bowled over by it all that we didn't talk it out with each other, nor did we talk to Drew and tell him about our changing feelings for him."

"And now he thinks we don't love him like we do each other. And he thinks he's a burden that we can just shrug off like he never happened. God, that must hurt him." Heath drains his mug and sets it in the sink, turning and leaning against it for support. He needs to be on his feet, sitting is just driving him insane. "Wade… If we really do want him to stay with us, he will. You have to know it. But we have to be ready to give him everything he's already ready to give us. If we can't do that for him, then we can't be with him. It'd just be unfair and it'd break his heart."

"Agreed. I'm willing to do what I can to keep our darling Drew around for as long as possible. I want him to stay with us," Wade says, standing and offering his hand to Heath.

Heath breathes a sigh of relief, dropping his hand into Wade's. "Let's go tell him news, then."

"And provide him with a little more punishment in the process," Wade says, winking at him.

There's no more debate between them. Instead, they head straight for the playroom, Drew twitching noticeably in the frame when the door snaps shut behind them. They instantly shed their clothing and move toward him, Heath kneeling behind him while Wade kneels in front of him. He can only imagine how Drew must feel right now, knowing he's caught between them… And soon he'll always be caught between them, just where they want him to be.

Heath bends down and presses a kiss to Drew's tailbone. "Tell him, Wade. Please."

"We were talking about you prior to returning, pet. About what we would have to do in order to ensure you would stay with us and not leave us." Wade cradles Drew's jaw, thumbing along the ridge there. "And we've decided we're willing to do whatever it takes. We love you, Drew."

The small whimper that leaves Drew's lips is quickly cut off by Wade kissing him harshly, with tongue and teeth, and Heath mirrors him in his own way. Drew is still slick from lube and Wade's come, and Heath wastes no time in licking deep into the Scotsman, enjoying the way he tries to wriggle away and push back at the same time, knowing the sensation is pleasurable and yet afraid to build up to an orgasm that will take hours to come. Heath understands and can sympathize, but right now, he wants to make Drew squirm and beg them for his orgasm.

He gets a better chance when Wade takes Drew's mouth in a different way, thrusting his hard cock between Drew's lips, Drew taking it like he knows he's supposed to. It gives Heath a few minutes to lube up himself and then he sinks deep into Drew's body, surprised he's still so tight after they've fucked him so much, surprised he tries to press back when he has to be exhausted. In its way, it's perfect. He and Wade proved they could do this last night; they master Drew's body with skill, finding the perfect rhythm to slide into his body, keeping him closer and closer to the edge without letting him tip over. And Drew is pliant and obedient between them, taking what they give him and offering back what he can even in his position. He's absolutely perfect.

And he's theirs. All theirs. The knowledge strikes Heath hard and his eyes sting. When he glances up to meet Wade's gaze, he sees this same profound realization and they silently share this moment while Drew squirms between them, reaching out at the same time to slide their hands over his naked skin. He shivers between them, reacting to the sensations and Heath just wants to tell him how much they love him, how beautiful he is to them, how they need him…

But there just aren't words for that. So he settles on touching Drew's body with reverence and swearing to himself that they're going to make this right. They're going to give Drew the love and devotion he needs until he feels secure, and they three of them will stick together through this. It was never supposed to be easy, but together, they can do anything. They've proven it so far. All they have to do is keep proving it with one little baby step at a time. As challenges go, it doesn't sound like the worst one he's ever undertaken and this time, he looks forward to it.

Wade comes first, spilling down Drew's throat and Heath comes soon after, the erotic sound of Wade's moans triggering his release. They pull away from Drew slowly so as not to hurt him, and then Heath crawls around so he can kiss the panting Scot, licking the taste of Wade out of his mouth until nothing is left but sweet Drew. He's going to get addicted to this before long.

"I love you," he whispers, cradling Drew's face and kissing him hard for emphasis.

Drew smiles softly at him. "I love you, too."

"You've left him a bloody mess, Heath," Wade barks, and Heath glances up to see Wade kneeling behind Drew again. "Not that I'm complaining. Clean-up can be quite enjoyable."

Drew squeaks in pleasure when Wade spreads him wide and starts eagerly tonguing his hole, and Heath just chuckles before kissing Drew again, stealing the sounds from his mouth and tasting Wade's name on his tongue. Together, they can do anything.

And they're going to damn well prove it.

Fin

A/N: Wow. Just wow. Over 30k words were composed for this story, and I can honestly say I've not put this kind of effort into something in a long time. I hoped you all enjoyed it, and I hope you're looking forward to more antics from these three gentlemen.

Thank you for the love and support. I love you all.