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They didn't send him over, just touched and teased, kissed and nibbled and
licked. Long hair was everywhere, teeth testing his skin, fingers tweaking
cock and nipples. It was really very good and he hoped the movie never
ended, that the houselights never came up and they could keep doing this
forever.
Unfortunately it wasn't going to happen, the credits rolling all too soon,
the twins sitting back in their seat, Raine smoothing his hair.  Great
movie, yes Whit? Moving?
He cleared his throat. Several times. Still his voice was husky as he
replied.  Very. We'll have to come see it again.
Grey chuckled.  Maybe even a double feature.
 I'm not sure I could survive a double feature.
 It would be mind-blowing, Whit love. Let's go buy jujubes and watch movies
at home. Naked. In bed. Raine was incredibly logical once in a blue moon.
He nodded.  Yes.
Grey chuckled.  Popcorn, too. And ginger ale for Whit.
He made a happy noise, hand sliding along Grey's jaw.  You both are too
good to me. You spoil me so.
Grey gave him a warm look.  We love you, Whit.
 Oh. His stomach grew tight and he looked at Raine. Not that he didn't
believe Grey, but it didn't feel quite real, that these two beautiful, sexy
men who had each other would also want him in a we love you kind of way.
Raine nodded, eyes serious.  We do, our Whit. You're our center, our love.
 Oh. Oh, my loves. He gave Raine a kiss and then turned to give Grey one
as well, not caring that everyone filing out of the theatre could see them.
Grey cupped his cheek, eyes filled with emotion.  Yes, love. Yours.
Raine's agreement was immediate.  Yours.
Oh, how he loved them and to be loved by them as well ... He was suddenly
aware of their surroundings again.  Please. Take me home.
Grey nodded and Raine spoke.  Yes. Ginger ale, popcorn, candy, movies and
our Whit. Everything we need.
 Yes, everything.
* * * *
He was dreaming. Drowning under paper, a deluge of books following the
paper, hitting him on the head, bruising and sending him back to the ground
and he was falling and falling and...
Gasping, he sat up, blinking into the darkness, trying to get his bearings.
Where was he? Why couldn't he see? Was he still dreaming or was this real?
Strong arms wrapped around his waist and a little bed lamp popped on. Two
sets of sleepy dark eyes blinked at him, black hair everywhere.  Whit?
 Oh!
Relief went through him and he slumped.  Dreaming, he gasped.  I was just
dreaming.
 Oh... In that eerie way his twins had when had they become so truly his?
Grey pulled him close and Raine settled so that he was cradled between
them, cosseted, petted. Whit leaned back, let his breathing slow. He had
learned quickly that comfort here meant holding and closeness and touching.
No surprise, considering they had no real concept of alone.
 Drowning in paperwork and books doesn't take Freud to figure that one out,
does it? He let them touch him, their hands warm and soft and good on his
skin.  And then I couldn't see when I woke up and I wasn't sure I was
awake.
Grey made a soft growling sound against his temple, lips brushing his skin,
while Raine's lips and hands massaged his belly.  Poor Whit. And then we
steal your weekends, steal your time, keep you here with us.
 Oh, you don't steal those I want to be with you both. So much. He closed
his eyes, arching and rubbing against them.
Grey's hands slid to his shoulders, thumbs and fingers digging in,
massaging. The twins shared a long look and Raine smiled.  Let us take care
of you, relax you. Then you will sleep.
He smiled back at Raine, even as he groaned at the way Grey's fingers were
already relaxing the muscles of his shoulders.  I like the way that
sounds.
 Good. Grey's voice was a sleep-husked growl, sexy and warm. Grey's hands
disappeared for a moment and the lights went out. Then the scent of massage
oil filled the air and, as Grey's slick hands started massaging his neck, a
hot, wet mouth slid over his cock, pulling gently, encouraging him to
hardness.
He moaned, pushing into Raine's mouth and letting his head fall forward. It
was amazing how they could relax and excite him at the same time.
He didn't know how they found a rhythm, where they found it, but Grey's
fingers and Raine's tongue moved together, his tension dissolving and
turning to a sweet, slow arousal, marked by the scent of lavender and
Raine's soft moans.
He slid one hand behind him, holding onto Grey's hip, and the other slid
through Raine's hair, strands moving through his fingers, wrapping around
his skin. The suction stayed easy, slow, even when he was hard, aching. At
some point Grey eased him onto his side, Raine's mouth following, hands
rubbing in strong circles.
He moaned, intending to say  more", wanting to beg for it, but all that
came out was a long, low moan that said far more than he intended. Grey's
fingers slid down, along his crease, two thick digits pressing against his
opening.  More, love?
He nodded, pushing back against Grey's fingers and then realized Grey
couldn't see him in the dark.  Yes, he whispered, voice rough with need.
 Yes. Grey pushed in, slow and relentless, fucking him, stretching and
pushing him into Raine's open, willing throat.
Oh, it felt so good, the pull and push and burn and sweet, sweet pleasure.
The way they worked together melted his insides away to nothing. Grey's
fingers found his gland and Raine pulled him in deep, Grey's whispered,
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