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The next morning, Richie offered to cook breakfast. He, much to Stan’s surprise, had been the first one up, having just emerged from the shower when Stan and Eddie began to rouse from sleep themselves. Stan had laid there for a moment, just staring as Richie toweled off his hair, not bothering to cover himself, body lit almost cinematically by the soft light of early morning.
Patty had told Stan about the concept of a ‘dad bod’ just a few months back. He wasn’t completely sure if Richie qualified, but, if he did, Stan definitely saw the ‘dad bod’ appeal.
“You gettin’ ‘n a shower?” Stan heard Eddie mumble as he got out of bed to fetch a fresh towel.
“Yeah. You wanna get in first?”
“Uh,” Eddie sat himself up on the mattress, “You think we could take it together?”
Stan couldn’t help the flush that ghosted across his face, and Eddie must have seen, because he smiled at him. “It’ll save water.” he said.
“Of course,” Stan smiled back. “I’m guessing you’ll want your own towel, though.”
They brushed their teeth while they waited for the shower to warm up. “If Richie used all the hot water I don’t care how good breakfast is, I’ll be pissed.” Eddie said after spitting into the sink.
It was familiar. Like they had been doing it for years. No words needed exchanging, they just knew. Squeeze. Lather. Rinse. Stan thought it was cute how Eddie took the time to smell the soap before he used it, probably never have had used his and Patty’s brand before since it was a small, local company. Eddie massaged shampoo into Stan’s hair as Stan lazily scrubbed Eddie’s chest with a loofah. He found himself becoming extra cautious the further he ventured towards the pink, knotted scar tissue gathered at the center of Eddie’s chest, not wanting to hurt it but also not wanting to act like he was avoiding it, disgusted, not wanting to touch.
“It’s okay, it’s not that sensitive anymore,” said Eddie, as if feeling Stanley’s worry through his skin.
Stan nodded, not looking away from the scar, soon finding himself softly tracing the outline of the raised tissue with his fingers. “We...we deserve this.”
“Sorry, what?”
“We deserve this,” Stan repeated, “being here. Being okay, even after everything. Having partners who we love and who love us back. Being happy . We deserve it. All of it.”
“ Jesus , Stan, I thought you were gonna say we deserved the scars for a minute.” Eddie laughed. He smoothed back Stan’s hair, wiping away extra suds, trailing along his hairline, caressing the several small, decades old scars that could still be found there, if one looked hard enough. “But...you’re right. I actually think you’re right. We deserve to be happy.”
“Oh, and what does that mean, ‘I actually think you’re right’? I’m always right.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s annoying. Now tilt your head back, you need to rinse your hair.”
Stan did as he was told, letting Eddie run his hands through his hair, clearing it of the shampoo. He let his hands slide down Eddie’s chest, squeezing a bit at his sides, groping at his ass.
“Really, up for it this early?”
“Why do you say it like we’re a couple of old geezers? All three of us are relatively young, healthy guys. I only have, like, three gray hairs.”
“Yeah, guess you’re right. Richie says it’s not over ‘til the pubes are gray, but even then there’s Viagra.”
Stan snorted out a laugh and glanced down. “Well, good news, I think we’re good for now.”
“You think?”
“Yeah,” said Stan, brushing over the patch of coarse hair to fondle Eddie’s balls. “We’re more than good.”
Eddie pressed his lips against Stan’s, smiling when he felt Stan wrap his hand around both of their cocks and began to tug at a leisurely pace. He opened his mouth to let Stan in, tasting like toothpaste, smelling like soap.
“You’re good at this,” Eddie murmured.
“I’ve had plenty of practice.” replied Stanley.
Eddie giggled, actually giggled, and wrapped an arm around Stan’s shoulders, pulling him closer to let Stan kiss at his jaw, nip at his neck. “Geez, you’re really good at this.”
Stan continued jerking the two of them off, relishing in the sounds that escaped Eddie’s lips; small grunts and moans, quiet swears, heavy panting onto his skin.
“Fuck, fuck, Stan, I’m gonna-fuck, Stan, I’m gonna cum.”
“Okay, it’s okay, just hold on, I’m almost there too-”
They came together, kissing through climax, moaning into each other’s mouths. Eddie looked down at himself, wiping a drop of cum (not even bothering to wonder who’s it was) off of his torso, smearing it between his thumb and index finger with a vague look of disapproval on his face. “We have to wash again,” he said matter-of-factly.
“We can just rinse off, it’s not a big deal.”
Eddie gave him a look and without saying anything else, Stan passed him the body wash.
They were rinsing off from their second washing when a knock came at the bathroom door. It opened, Richie peeking his head in to see the two behind the fogged glass shower door. “If you homos are done sucking each other off, I’ve made a rather amazing breakfast, if I do say so myself.”
“I’m sure you did a great job adding water to the pancake mix.” said Eddie, passing Stan a towel.
“You bet your sweet ass I did. Both of your sweet asses, actually.”
“We’ll be down in a minute, Rich.” Stanley said.
“You better! This shit’s gonna get cold soon.”
Stan and Eddie dressed together, walked from the bedroom to the kitchen together. Waiting for them was an impressive breakfast spread: pancakes (made from gluten-free mix), scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and grits. “I had to call Patty and have her walk me through cooking those,” Richie said, nodding to the grits. “Southern food is fucking weird.”
“I have a feeling you’ll love it.” said Stan, helping himself to a serving. “Do you guys have plans for today?”
“Richie is very excited about the aquarium.” Eddie said.
“Yeah, no shit, do you have any idea how big whale sharks are?”
“Might I recommend,” Stan spoke up, “taking some edibles on the ride there. Makes it a million times better, swear on it.”
“Holy shit, Stan, are you gonna be our vacation plug?”
“Top left cabinet above the fridge. Patty and I just made them the other day, knew you guys would want some.”
“Ooooh, nice!” Richie found the brownies right away, each one individually wrapped in single serving sizes. “Aw, Eddie, look, she wrote our names on them!”
“That’s my handwriting.”
“So those penmanship workbooks your dad got you paid off,” said Eddie, taking the brownie that Richie handed to him.
“I still get stress dreams about doing those sometimes.”
The trio ate breakfast, reminiscing on useless school assignments and the hours spent not doing them. They cleaned up together, clearing the table and scraping dishes, complimenting Richie on a job well done.
(“Forgot butter in the grits, though,” Stan had said.)
They set plans for later that afternoon, Stan going to meet Eddie and Richie downtown that afternoon following their aquarium trip and Stan’s trip to the store to pick up more drinks and some ingredients for dinner.
Eddie and Richie both kissed Stan goodbye before they left. It had been a small, sweet, blink-and-you-miss-it sort of gesture, but Stanley felt himself flushing throughout the day whenever he thought back to it. He texted Patty throughout the day, filling her in on everything they had gotten up to, smiling to himself in the grocery store as he read her reactions to the pictures he sent.
PATTY
-And that was just your first night?
-Tell them to be careful with you, I don’t want you all worn out when I get back.
-That might be tough
-They are some of the horniest bastards I’ve ever met
-It’s like they’ve been holding it in for the past month since we planned this
-Well tell the horny bastards I say hi :-)
-And to play nice with my husband
-I need you around to open pickle jars for me
-I’ll be sure to let them know
-And I promise to call tonight before bed, sorry I forgot last night
-Don’t worry about it sweetie just as long as you were staying safe and having fun
-And Eddie kept me updated so no worries
-He did??
-Yeah, he’s very efficient
-I have to go now, meeting starts soon :) love you forever :)
-Love you always :)
-More pics later
-Looking forward to it!