Jason Sutter sat on the hard, wooden church pew, half-listening as the pastor spoke to the congregation. His attention strayed from the man standing in front of the pulpit to the shiny casket only a few feet away. Pain ripped through his chest, stealing his breath and breaking Jason’s heart into a million little pieces. He was frozen by shock, unable to accept the truth. Taking short gasps of breath through his mouth, Jason tried to wrap his mind around what was happening, but it was impossible.
His life would never be the same again.
Jason’s eyes filled with moisture, blurring his vision. It didn’t take long before silent tears dripped down his cheeks. He wanted to let go of the tight rein he had on his emotions. He wanted to sob hysterically. He wanted to get up and yell at the injustice of having his husband ripped violently from his life. But he didn’t. Instead, Jason stayed sitting on the pew, his hands folded tightly on his lap. There was a good chance that if he let go now, he’d never be able to stop.
As he stared at the casket, Jason’s mind wandered.
How could Brian be inside there? He hated tight places. He was claustrophobic although nobody else knew that. Brian couldn’t even step inside an elevator without sweating bullets and gripping the metal railing until his knuckles turned white. Was he okay? Was he comfortable? Was he scared?
Most of what Brian did was top secret and since Jason wasn’t in the military, he didn’t rate to know the details of his husband’s death. From what he understood, Brian had been traveling with a convoy when a bomb went off, killing part of the squadron and injuring others. He wasn’t given details and he would never know exactly what happened.
Jason hadn’t spoken to Brian in weeks. Their last conversation played through his mind, shaming him. Brian had been in Afghanistan, serving his country and fighting for freedom, and Jason had been upset. He hated being separated from his husband for months at a time. This was Brian’s third tour and the separation was wearing on their relationship.
Shaking his head, he thought back to their last conversation wishing he could take back his words.
“Hey, baby, how’s life in the real world?” Brian’s voice shouted out through the static.
“I’m just working. You know…same old, same old. I miss you,” he admitted. Jason hated the separation. He hated going to sleep and waking up all alone.
“I miss you, too, honey. Being so far away from you is worse than death.”
“Don’t say that.” Jason gasped, shaking his head. “Don’t talk about death, not when you’re so far away from home. If anything happened to you…”
“Nothing is going to happen,” Brian said with confidence.
“It better not. I’m expecting your sexy ass home in less than a month.”
“Uh…” He stopped.
“What?” Jason asked, already knowing the answer.
“I’m staying here another three months, baby.”
“No!” Jason shook his head. “This is your third tour. You’ve been gone more than you’ve been home. Damn it, Brian! I need you here. Why the hell do they keep extending the date?”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“No! Bullshit.” He rejected the apology. He was sick of all the apologies. He wanted actions, not meaningless words. “You better get your ass home, Brian. While you’re off playing G.I. Joe with David, I’m here alone. I can’t do this without you anymore. I won’t.”
The phone went dead before he could say anything else.
Their stupid argument meant nothing now and his harsh words ate at his heart, injuring him further. Jason would give anything to have Brian back, even for a moment. If only he could hug, kiss, and apologize for allowing his frustration to get the better of him. If only it was possible for Brian to forgive him.
They had been married for six years, and even if things were rocky at times, they were in love and planned to spend the rest of their lives together.
Unable to hold back any longer, Jason let go of the last thread holding his emotions in check. He didn’t care what anyone thought. He didn’t care that his family had abandoned him when he fell in love with Brian. He didn’t care that he was sitting inside a church. None of it mattered, not compared to the loss of his husband. The pain inside his heart doubled. Jason lifted a hand, rubbing absently at his chest, hoping it would break in half and kill him. He didn’t want to live in a world without Brian.
Sunday mornings were always his favorite day of the week. He and Brian would snuggle in close to Jason and wake him up with butterfly kisses and soft caresses. The three of them knew each other so well. He’d memorized all of Jason’s ticklish spots and used those as a last resort when Jason refused to wake up. The man’s laugh always brought a smile to David’s face.
David looked over Jason’s shoulder and made eye contact with Brian. Grinning, he winked and moved closer to Jason’s back. He lifted himself up on his forearm and Brian mimicked his actions. Their lips met over Jason’s sleeping form, tongues rolling together in a familiar dance. David moaned and arched his back.
He was addicted to both of his lovers.
Brian pulled back and licked his lips before glancing down at Jason’s sleeping form. David followed his line of sight, staring at Jason’s face. The man’s mouth was open as he softly snored. Seeing him sleeping so comfortably in between both him and Brian warmed David’s heart. The bed moved, and David’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched as Brian leaned out of bed. When he turned around he had the bottle of lube.
With a huge grin, he winked and handed it to David. “Let’s wake him up.” Brian wrapped his right arm around Jason’s waist and started planting kisses along his shoulder. “I want you to stretch him and get him ready for your cock. You fuck him, while I fuck you.”
Jason’s eyes popped open and he turned his body toward Brian’s, presenting his ass to David. “Get me ready.”
David didn't need to be told twice.
This was the perfect Sunday morning treat. Flicking the plastic bottle open, David poured some lubricant on his fingers. He circled Jason’s tight puckered hole before slowly pushing a finger into his ass. He groaned as he watched his digit slide in deep, Jason’s ass swallowing him. Adding another finger, he pumped his hand, scissoring his fingers in an effort to stretch Jason in preparation for his cock.
He was so caught up in what he was doing that he didn’t feel Brian move until the man was behind him. David cried out when he felt Brian’s teeth sink into one ass cheek.
“Get on your knees,” Brian told him and he immediately followed the man’s orders.
Once he was on his knees, Brian spread his cheeks apart and started licking around his hole. He pushed two fingers into David's ass as he continued to lick David’s ass, spreading around a generous amount of saliva. David moaned loudly when Brian started scissoring his fingers as if to mimic his movements.
“I need you inside me,” Jason said, turning onto his back and pulling his knees up to his chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” David said lovingly as he moved to lie between Jason’s spread thighs.
He pressed their naked bodies together before taking Jason’s lips in a passionate kiss. David moved one hand down between their bodies and held the base of his cock. He lined up his shaft with Jason's hole and pushed in. David moved his hips back and forth slowly, working his cock into Jason inch by inch. He groaned deep in his throat when he bottomed out, loving the feel of the man’s tight grip around his cock.
“It’s my turn now, love,” Brian said from behind him as he gripped David’s ass and lined up his cock.
The mushroom-shaped head kissed his hole before Brian started to work his cock into David’s ass.
“Oh, fuck,” David moaned, fisting the pillow on either side of Jason’s face. “You feel so good inside me. Don’t stop, Brian. Fuck me hard. Give it to me.”
Brian thrust in the rest of the way. David and Brian let out a long groan when he was balls deep inside David’s ass. He paused briefly, giving David a minute, before he started moving his hips. As he plunged into David, the motion pushed David's cock into Jason.
“Oh, god!” Jason cried out.
Brian picked up the pace, grasping onto David's shoulder in a tight grip. David caught on to the rhythm quickly. He fucked Jason, the three of them moving in perfect unison, proving that they’d done this dance many times. Swiveling his hips, he found Jason’s prostate gland and tagged it on each stroke. Jason shouted out his release from under David, causing the muscles in Jason's ass to clamp down on his cock.