The Cove

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In the previous chapters…

Gerry's heterosexual inclinations and his inhibitions make it hard for him having sex with Rowan, despite the sheer love he feels for him. However, a part of him longs for men's love, and at the Cove he cautiously explores his sexuality, sucking Alex' cock and then making sweet love to Brennan.
Kale goes to Hawaii to pay a visit to his dying father and brings back with him his young cousin Laniakea, who struggles to fully explore his sexual inclinations and find his place within the Cove. With Kale's help, Laniakea learns how liberating is voicing (or even screaming) his pleasure and reveals to have been raped by two homophobic guys, back home.
Beau understands that he's not the wonderful and generous man he's always believed, and tries his best to overcome his limits.
The sudden appearance of Gerry's female lover causes a fuss in the Cove and leads to a weird three-way between Kale, Gladys and Gerry. Rowan feels inadequate for Gerry, and looks for reassurance into Barry's arms, but this causes a fight between Gerry and Barry, who later on find a common ground (rough sex!) to settle their quarrel.
Barry is arrested and put in jail, where he ties a strong bond with Wade, a barely legal straight boy. At his trial, Barry makes the hot Judge Ricardo Garcia fall for him.
Jorell reveals to Kale that his father walked out on him when he was seventeen and never heard from him since. Immediately, the Cove starts searching for Jorell's father, and the traces lead to the infamous San Quentin Prison. There, Jorell finds out how unexpectedly caring and understanding was his father, who unfortunately died in prison.
LaShawn meets Joshua, the supposedly straight jet pilot, and gently brings the uptight and repressed guy into the frightening and delightful world of man-love; and though the brave pilot then dies in a plane crash, LaShawn knows for sure that he died in peace with himself.
Laniakea is adamant in being a strictly 'top' guy, but when he talks about that with Barry, the sexy worker widens... Laniakea's perspectives.
After pondering it a lot, Beau proposes to Kale: the news about the surprising marriage makes happy everyone... but Barry, who gets unexpectedly tense and thoughtful. After few days, the two lovebirds get married at Maison de la Motte, with a romantic, and somewhat hilarious ceremony, and then fly on honeymoon to France.
In Provence, Beau and Kale visit the small village of Saint-Julien, where they meet a sexy guy who in all likely is Beau's half-brother, but they decide not to unveil the truth.
While they're away, at the Cove things go downhill: Barry is irritable, sad and surly, he continuously argues with the men and ultimately leaves the Cove. Kale leaves Beau alone and runs back home; there, he harshly tongue-lashes the men and then goes talk to Barry. Kale and Barry face the reality: they are both deeply in love with each other and also with Beau.

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Synopsys

Kale has a hard time trying to mend the fences with Beau and explaining him the unexpected development, with the tangled web of deep sentiments between Barry, Kale and Beau himself; Beau is hurt, but his reaction is surprising.

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≈ CHAPTER 36 – THREE-WAY COUPLE ≈

 

~ Bittersweet news ~

Kale woke up in his bed, at the Cove, and was instantly assailed again by the sense of loss. Beau was thousands of miles away from the Cove… and probably from his heart.

“Call him” – said a soft voice behind him, and Kale suddenly remembered that last night Laniakea insisted to sleep with him, unwilling to leave him alone. “Call him, Kale. Whatever he was thinking when you left, it was two days ago. Many things change in two days…”

Kale thought about it for a moment, and then sighed like a condemned to the gallows. He took the phone from the nightstand and watched it like it was radioactive: “OK, I’ll call him. Probably he doesn’t want to see me anymore, but better a sudden death than a slow torture…”

He dialed Beau’s number and was actually surprised when Beau answered, at the other end of the line. “Kale…” – he said in a plain tone, and Kale took a deep breath before uttering a feeble “Hi Beau…”.

There was a short, embarrassed silence, and then Kale blurted out: “I need you, Beau. I’ve been unforgivable, leaving you in France that way. But I love you, I never stopped loving you, not for a single moment. Please, come back here.”

“I’m already here” – Beau unexpectedly replied – “I took the plane next to yours. I don’t know what you did to Aunt Yvette, but she almost kicked me out of Palais Harcourt: ‘You won’t find another one like Kale, stupid’, she said. Well, here I am…”

“But I didn’t see you at the Cove!” – Kale exclaimed, and Beau replied with the same plain tone: “I’m not at the Cove, I’m staying at Maison de la Motte.”

Kale smiled wide: “I’m coming! In half an hour I’ll be there!” – he hurriedly exclaimed, but his enthusiasm was suddenly dialed down: “Please don’t. I need to stay alone, Kale, until I understand what’s going on between us.”

“O… OK…” – Kale stuttered – “If this is what you want, I won’t come. But maybe… No, nothing. Bye, Beau. Hope to see you soon.”

Kale closed the phone and shot a watery glance at Laniakea: “You heard him, he doesn’t want to see me anymore…”

“I didn’t hear anything like that” – Laniakea replied with a comforting smile – “All I know is that he took the flight next to yours. He still loves you, Kale. More than ever, if I’m not totally mistaken.”

“Hope you’re right…” – Kale sighed, and got off the bed to have a shower.

 

~ The prodigal son is back ~

Rick was rushing in the kitchen, like every morning, to prepare the breakfast for the hoard of hungry men and boys of the Cove… except that lately the hoard had slimmed down to just few guys. But Kale was at home, and this alone made Rick double his efforts. Whatever was going to happen to the Cove, they all would’ve been well fed.

A booming voice made him flinch: “What’s this wonderful smell? I’m starved!”

“Sir! Oh, I’m so glad to see you!” – Rick exclaimed, running into Barry’s arms so fast that made him almost lose his balance – “You’re back, right, sir? Please, don’t say you’re going to leave again! I missed you so much!”

“Hey, hey, kid…” – Barry said warmly – “Don’t worry, I’m here to stay… though for the life of me I don’t know what for. I guess I’ve worn my welcome thin, here…”

“Don’t say so, sir. I didn’t talk to the other men… well, no one talks much here, lately… but I know that Stewart will be more than glad to know you’re back. I was sure that Kale would’ve found the right words to make you change your mind!”

“Kale could sell ice to the Eskimos” – Barry giggled, to then soften his tone – “But what made me change my mind was listening to your words at the phone, when Kale called you.”

Rick’s face became fiery red and he murmured: “I… I didn’t know you were listening… Well, after all I should’ve told you those things long ago. I’m sorry I never told you how important you are for all of us, sir.”

“You didn’t need to tell me, I already knew, but I was so stupid to ignore it. Hey, kid, your eggs are burning!”

“I’ll make some more” – Rick replied with a wide smile, shrugging his shoulders; ignoring the burning eggs, he took his phone and quickly typed something. Barry was puzzled, but he soon understood who Rick was texting to, when he heard all the boys noisily coming downstairs and flocking into the kitchen: “You’re back! You’re back!” – they all exclaimed in turn, joyfully submerging Barry in a boisterous group hug.

When they finally let go of him, Barry had moist eyes: “I hope you will hang around, kids, because when your men come down for breakfast I’ll need all the support you can give me. They’ll be furious at me, and they have any reason to.”

“In that case, we’ll fight like tigers!” – Alex joked, entering the kitchen with Charlie, eliciting more joyful exclamations and hugs. “Jokes apart” – Alex then added – “everybody’s in the dining room, and can’t wait to hug you and welcome you back to the Cove. Or at least they hugged and welcomed Charlie and me! Ha ha ha! Come, buddy, don’t make our friends wait…”

Ten minutes later, the entire Cove, including Gerry, Rowan and Kale, was sitting around the big round table, having breakfast and chatting like nothing special had happened in the last dramatic days. No one talked about the recent events, and the room resonated with the usual dirty jokes between Barry and Stewart and the laughter of the boys. It almost seemed like harmony had been totally restored at the Cove.

Almost. Kale shot frequently sorry glances at Beau’s empty chair, and kept playing with his food without eating it. Knowing that Beau was so close and yet so distant was heartbreaking.

When breakfast was over, Gerry stood up and placed a hand on Kale’s shoulder: “Will you come downstairs with me to have a chat? You seem to badly need it…”

“Don’t you have to go to work?” – Kale asked, and Gerry flashed a fatherly smile: “Fuck the work, they can do without me for half an hour.”

They went to the basement, to Gerry and Rowan’s room, and sat on the small sofa. Kale looked at Gerry and smiled faintly, feeling relieved from the burden oppressing his heart: Gerry always had a soothing effect on his troubled mind.

“Just staying here with you, in silence, makes me feel better” – Kale then said – “but since I’m here, let me tell you that the last two days have been very difficult for me. And the worse is yet to come.”

“And I added to your grief…” – Gerry said, sorry – “I don’t know why I reacted that way, searching my peace into Glady’s arms, but when Barry and Alex went away the Cove was not the same anymore, it wasn’t anymore the cozy place it used to be. I started spending my days and nights away, even neglecting Rowan, and I confess I was about to go back to my old apartment. We tried to manage the situation without relying on you, but we miserably failed…”

“Don’t put the blame on yourself” – Kale said – “as it’s not your fault. Barry and I have a special relationship, a special bond. I could find the way to his heart, and help him decide to come back home. But now a harder task awaits me: Beau. He barely wanted to talk to me this morning. After all, I left him alone while on honeymoon and came back because Barry needed me: if he doesn’t want to see me anymore, who could blame him?”

“Me, for one…” – Gerry grumbled – “Do you know when will he be back?”

Kale had wet eyes when he replied: “He’s already here, he’s staying at Maison de le Motte, but he doesn’t want to see anyone. Including me. Especially me…”

“Fuck, I’ve neglected my duties…” – Gerry said in a low voice, intimately moved by Kale’s obvious distress, and when Kale asked for an explanation, Gerry just shook his head and said: “I mean I have to go to work, I’m getting late. I’m sorry to leave you this way, but there is some urgent matter I have to take care of.”

Kale stood up and hugged Gerry: “Thank you for listening to my rant” – he said, gratefully, and then giggled: “This rant, and the other one I made yesterday; I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scold you like a schoolboy…”

“I deserved it. But now, excuse me, I really have to go.”

Kale said goodbye and went away. While climbing upstairs, he didn’t hear Gerry revving his truck’s engine, making the tires screeching angrily on the asphalt while heading North… opposite to his workplace.

 

~ The best man ~

LaCour gasped when he opened the door of Maison de la Motte and saw Gerry’s eyes flashing like deadly lasers.

“Where is he?” – Gerry curtly asked, walking inside uninvited, and LaCour nervously tried to block his path: “Sir Rice-Duncan is not seeing anyone, I’m sorry. If… If you want me to relate a message, I…”

“Listen, LaCour, you’re a good man, and I understand you’re doing your job here” – Gerry said in a restrained voice exuding a dangerous anger – “but you’d better not cross my path today. He’s going to see me, granted, whether you allow me or not. Now, where is he?”

“Upstairs. The main bedroom.” – LaCour replied, and when Gerry strode to the grand staircase, he hastened to follow him, to be able, at the very least, to announce him. But he didn’t dare to stop Gerry, and all he could do was to see him crash open the main bedroom’s door and to murmur, embarrassed, to a surprised Beau: “Sir, I’m sorry, I tried to stop him…”

“It’s OK, LaCour, thank you” – Beau replied, tying a silk robe around his body – “I’ll be fine…”

“…Or maybe not” – he then added in a low voice, spotting Gerry’s furious expression. Beau anxiously glanced at the door, but LaCour had already gone away. “Gerry… Please calm down… Why are you here?”

“To attend my duties!” – Gerry replied – “I’m your best man, remember? I promised to watch over your marriage, didn’t I? Do you expect me to silently watch you throwing away everything, boy?”

“Hey! I’m the one who’s been left alone while on honeymoon! I’m the one who had to see his newlywed husband run to another man!”

“Shut up, boy! On your knees!” – Gerry abruptly ordered, unbuttoning his jeans. Beau’s eyes opened wide: “What are you doing, Gerry… I don’t…”

“On. Your. Knees!” – Gerry growled with an authoritarian tone that allowed no rejection. Beau, scared, slowly fell on his knees, and faced Gerry’s cock, that was only half hard, but still looked menacing. “Why are you doing this, Gerry…”

“Since you’re only saying a heap of bullshit, full of ‘me’, ‘me’, ‘me’, I’m going to put your mouth to a better use. Open up!”

As soon as Beau opened his mouth, Gerry unceremoniously shoved his entire tool down Beau’s throat, holding his head with both hands. Beau was not a rookie, he knew how to take a cock, even a big one, but all had happened so quickly, he couldn’t prepare himself to such a harsh treatment, and chocked hard on Gerry’s cock.

Gerry ignored the distressed gurgles and kept face-fucking Beau with quick deep thrusts. A part of Beau’s mind registered that Gerry’s cock was still half hard, as if the man wasn’t enjoying what he was doing.

He was right, Gerry was mostly into women, he felt uncomfortable with man-love, especially a forceful act as that one. Nevertheless, he strongly believed that Beau needed to be put in place by someone, needed a dose of humiliation to make him understand that the world didn’t revolve around him. And so, he went on shoving his cock deep into Beau’s throat, over and over, doing his best to ignore his gagging and chocking.

Despite the distress, or maybe as a consequence of it, Beau’s mind started running in circles, and incongruously noticed that Gerry’s cock was almost as thick and long as Barry’s. While the massive tool ravaged his throat, Beau imagined that was Barry, and not Gerry, the man face-fucking him with such brutality, and slowly something changed in him: he stopped resisting and welcomed the big intruder into his mouth and down his throat.

Beau slowly stopped gagging and his hands ran up, along Gerry’s legs, to get hold of his muscular buns, pulling him and inviting the man to dig deeper into him. Beau’s change of attitude didn’t go unnoticed to Gerry, who started enjoying the warm lips pursing around his shaft, the throat muscles clenching to give him more pleasure, the greedy hands taking handfuls of his buttocks.

“That’s it, boy…” – Gerry said in a hoarse voice, while his cock stiffened to a full, throbbing erection – “Make me feel good… Yeah, this is how it’s done… Mmmhh…”

The furious face-fuck quickly slowed down to a gentle blowjob, with Beau more and more eager to service that beautiful cock, and the beautiful man who bore it. In Beau’s mind Gerry and Barry kept overlapping: though at different ages, they had the same confident attitude, the same dominant way of making sex, and even similar cocks; and while Beau knew he was with Gerry, he dreamt of being with Barry.

“Wait… No, no, wait…” – Gerry said at some point, gently pushing Beau’s face away from his cock. Beau looked up and saw a guilty expression on Gerry’s face: “I’m sorry, Beau, I got carried away…” – the man said, trying to wipe the tears that streaked Beau’s face, due to the furious face-fuck – “I shouldn’t have been so forceful, I… I’m sorry, I really didn’t want to hurt you. I’d better go away now…”

Beau watched Gerry trying to put his massive cock, now as hard as stone, back into his underwear, and stopped him: “We can’t allow such a waste, can we?”

He slowly stood up, sporting a hard-on as stiff as Gerry’s, and shrugged the silk robe from his shoulders, standing completely naked under Gerry’s surprised eyes. “Make love to me, man. Show me what so carelessly I was about to throw away…”

Beau reclined on the bed and bent his legs at the knees, giving to Gerry a glimpse of his nether portal, eagerly waiting to open up and invite an old friend in. Gerry looked down at Beau and smiled, confident: for some reason, that manly body awaiting for him didn’t trigger his usual uneasiness, he didn’t feel tense or scared when he knelt between Beau’s muscular legs, nor he felt wrong when he effortlessly eased his well-lubed cock into Beau’s manly hole. All came natural to Gerry, and for once he let himself bask in the pleasure of making love to another man.

 

~ Love is always right ~

Sometime later, after enjoying a liberating and almost cathartic orgasm, they were leisurely laying on the bed, relaxed and mellow, looking at the ceiling, lost in their thoughts.

“You’re special, Beau” – Gerry said at some point, keeping his gaze on the ceiling – “I came here to teach you a lesson, and you taught me one. I never felt so confident and relaxed while making love to a man. Making love to a man, it still sounds so weird to me, but now I understand what it means.”

“What about Rowan’s father… if I may ask?” – Beau inquired – “You and Caleb were lovers…”

“It was different… While he never made me feel less of a man, still he was the one… you know… who was on top. Always. Rowan was the first guy I ever fucked, and though he’s thirty, he’s still a boy to my eyes, he’s so submissive and sweet, it’s easy to make love to him. And I fucked Barry, too, but it was more a manly tug of war than making love. With you it’s all different, and that’s why I said you are special: you make people feel that there is no right or wrong, when it comes to love.”

“Yes, that’s what I myself told many times, to many men, but I needed you to remind me. When it comes to love there is no right or wrong. And I can’t blame Kale for loving Barry, nor for running back here when Barry needed him.”

“He did much more than that, actually” – Gerry said in a serious tone, turning his head to look at Beau – “I’m not exaggerating when I say that he saved the Cove. While you two were away, things had gone downhill, Barry moved out with Alex and Charlie and I myself was about to go away, too, with Rowan. Kale came back from his honeymoon, leaving you there and putting his own happiness at stake, to save the Cove: even if he hadn’t said anything (and boy, he did lash us out!), just coming back he taught us a hard lesson. He doesn’t deserve to be punished for an act of love.”

“Surely not…” – Beau agreed, and then smiled – “Risking to sound self-centered, I was right: I couldn’t choose a better person to be my best man. Thank you, Gerry. Maybe your methods are a bit questionable, but definitely effective!”

They both chuckled, and then Gerry got off the bed and started getting dressed: “I have to go to work, now. But you, think about what we said to each other.”

“I will. Goodbye Gerry, see you soon!”

When Gerry went away, Beau dozed off for a while, wearing a contented smile. He felt again in peace with the world. Well, on the very bottom of his mind there was an annoying thought that he didn’t want to resurface; but in the end it resurfaced, and Beau’s eyes snapped open, while his smile faded. He still had weird feelings about Barry, and the idea of going back to the Cove and face Barry made him anxious.

Beau felt he still loved Barry, they were still friends, but for some reasons Barry always struck a nerve inside him, sort of, and he didn’t like that feeling.

His tangled thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door. “Entrée” – he said aloud, covering his nudity with the bedsheets, and was surprised to see Brennan timidly enter the room.

“Brennan!” – Beau exclaimed joyfully – “What a pleasant surprise! Come here, give me a hug!”

Brennan didn’t move, and looked nervous around. “Kid, what’s up? Why that face?”

“Sir…” – Brennan said in a little voice – “Am… Am I still your boy?”

Beau jumped off the bed, naked as he was, and ran to the boy to hug him, but while holding him into his arms, he realized that Brennan wasn’t reciprocating. Beau held Brennan at arm’s length and looked at him puzzled.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say this” – Brennan blurted out – “but you left to France and didn’t even text me now and then, to know how I was doing, while at the Cove things were going horribly wrong, and then you came back without telling anyone, and didn’t even ask about me to Kale… I shouldn’t even be here, as you stated clearly that you didn’t want to see anyone… which includes me, I guess.”

Brennan took a deep breath and looked resolutely into Beau’s eyes: “If I’ve become… a burden for you, sir, I can go back to Scotland, I’m not the same unexperienced boy I used to be, I could go back live at Applecross House and maybe see you when you come there, if ever you…”

The boy couldn’t end his unstoppable flow of words because Beau’s lips locked to his in a passionate, ardent kiss. Their tongues touched timidly, at first, but soon searched avidly each other, embracing like long-lost friends who met again. This time Brennan reciprocated, and flung his arms around Beau’s neck, holding him tight, as if he was afraid to lose him.

When they parted, Beau shot a guilty glance at Brennan: “I neglected you in such an awful way… You’d have any right to send me to hell and go back to Applecross, but while I’m inexcusable, I really hope you still want to be my boy, because for me you still are, and will always be, may I live a hundred years! Can you forgive me, Brennan?”

“Oh, sir, I love you so much!” – Brennan exclaimed, happily, and they hugged again, but this time Brennan held Beau by his waist, pressed his face on his bare chest and let his hands (not so) discretely roam over Beau’s naked back; Brennan even dared to move his hands down to Beau’s firm ass, and suddenly gasped and held Beau tight, trembling and breathing hard.

“Did you cum, kid? – Beau asked with a tender tone, and Brennan blushed: “Yes, sir…”

“Like that first time at Applecross House, eh? [1]”

“Oh, sir, don’t remind me, it was so embarrassing!”

Beau kept the boy in his arms and whispered in his ear: “That was when I started loving you…”    

 

~ Barry, Barry and again Barry ~

The next day Beau woke up in his bed at Maison de la Motte and his initial smile faded into an anxious grin. He knew that he should’ve gone back to the Cove, to Kale, as Gerry had so clearly ‘suggested’; but the idea of reuniting with Barry made him feel uneasy, and he really couldn’t understand why.

True, at the airport there was a moment of tension, when Beau was pissed off by Barry’s blatant display of affection to Kale, and Beau reacted coldly, refusing Barry’s hug.

«Damn, Barry was almost sucking Kale’s tongue out of his mouth!» – Beau thought, ruefully – «And for me, he had no more than a bro hug… Well, he can keep his hugs to himself!»

Beau got off the bed, wore his silk robe and started wandering around the big mansion, lost in his thoughts. But why on earth his thoughts always revolved around Barry? He had a husband to think about, a kind man who put the Cove’s safety on top of his own happiness. After Gerry’s visit, Beau had understood more clearly how important was for Kale to rush back home, and was actually thankful for him to have done that.

«I love him, I can’t do without him…» – Beau thought, absentmindedly opening the doors of several empty bedrooms and peeking inside without any specific reason. «I shouldn’t stay here, I should go back to the Cove, to Kale… But there will be Barry, too…»

The corridor was deserted, or at least it seemed so, as Beau knew very well how careful was the staff not to be in the way of the family members, but still be ready to come, if needed. He tried to open another door, but he was locked. “Who locked this door?” – Beau said, surprised. “It’s always been locked” – LaCour promptly replied, coming out from nowhere – “Since the house opening. It’s Mr. Kale’s playroom, sir: it’s not a room where you would want your guests to accidentally step in…”

“Oh! Well, it’s right, it should stay locked… But do you have the key, LaCour?”

“Of course sir!” – the butler replied, taking a big bunch of keys from his pocket, and quickly opening the locked door. His eyes widened, looking at the many ropes hanging from hooks bolted to the ceiling and the walls, the tall mirrors and the many sex toys scattered around. A sudden thought hit LaCour and he hastened to say: “I’ve never used this room, of course, sir! I only hold the key because, well, I’m the butler, that’s all!”

Beau giggle amused: “Don’t worry, LaCour, I know you well and trust you blindly. Besides, to enjoy such a room, you would need someone with you…”

“Someone… like you, sir?” – LaCour asked almost under his breath, while enticing and scaring images of himself restrained and helpless filled his fertile fantasy – “This… This is not really my expertise, sir, but as always, co… command me in all things…”

“Thank you, LaCour, but it’s not necessary” – Beau replied with a smile – “You can go, now. I will call you if I need something.”

“Of course, sir” – LaCour said, turning around and walking away at a quicker pace than usual.

Beau entered the room and closed the door. He wandered around for a while, touching the ropes and the chains, taking in his hands nipple clamps and anal vibrators, dildos of any shape and size, Hitachi wands and padded handcuffs. The entire room talked to him about Kale, the submissive and yet powerful Kale. Beau had never used that room, but they had a similar playroom at the Cove, and there, he and Kale had played many hot games.

He lost track of time, and went on opening drawers and cabinets, but without really paying attention to what he was looking at, as his mind was elsewhere, at the Cove, where Kale was waiting for him. And Barry, of course…

“In case you’re wondering, that is a prostate stimulator…” – a voice came from the door, and Beau smile wide: “Kale!! You’ve come!”

Beau ran to Kale and held him tight, giving him a kiss that took the breath away to both of them. When they parted, Kale said, relieved: “Apparently, Gerry was right… He suggested me to ignore your prohibition and come here. I wasn’t sure about your reaction…”

Giggling, Beau replied: “Yeah, Gerry has instilled some wisdom in me. He actually shoved his long, thick wisdom very deep and very forcefully down my throat! But he made me look at things from a… different perspective. I’m sorry, Kale, you had to face a hard task all alone, and all the while I kept throwing tantrums and pitying myself. If only I could focus on someone other than me! Someone like you, for instance…”

Kale smiled tenderly and slowly nested into Beau’s arms, basking into his strong, protective hug. “But if so, why are you still here? Why haven’t you come back to the Cove?”

Beau tried to voice his inner uneasiness, the convolute thoughts that he’d had since he came back from France, but all he could say was: “I’m not ready to talk to Barry…”

Kale stepped back with a tense expression: “I’m sorry to hear that. Because that’s exactly what I need to talk with you about: Barry. Listen, there were some… unexpected developments, and it’s no use tiptoeing around it. You know that there is a special relationship between Barry and me, and since the beginning I told you that I would’ve never given up to him. I’ve always told to myself that Barry was a special friend, a fuck buddy, nothing more, but yesterday I had to face my own true feelings, as well as Barry’s. I’m… I’m in love with him, Beau. It’s not just a tender affection, nor mere sexual attraction: I deeply love him, and I can’t even imagine my life without Barry.”

Beau’s face became of stone: “And where does this put me? I don’t like the role of the cuckold husband! If you didn’t love me, you could’ve well said it before marrying me, don’t you think so?”

“What… No!! No, Beau, you’re taking it all wrong!” – Kale exclaimed, with straining voice – “I love you, I belong to you! You know it’s true! Weren’t you sitting with me few days ago at that table at Café de la Plage? You know that nothing has changed since the first day we met there! You have to believe me, Beau…”

Beau lowered his eyes and murmured: “I do believe you. I looked at you while we were sitting there, and you were so lost into my eyes that you didn’t even listen to my words… Your eyes exuded such a deep love… But I don’t understand… How does Barry fit in it all? Who does your heart belong to?”

“My heart belongs to you…” – Kale said, sincerely, and Beau hugged him again, tight, almost making Kale lose his breath. But he still had breath enough to add: “… and to Barry. My heart belongs to both of you…”

 

~ The sweetest torment ~

Beau loosened his hug, but didn’t step back; he lowered his hands and intertwined his fingers with Kale’s. “So, your heart belongs to me and Barry, uh?”

There wasn’t anger in his voice; there was actually a hint of mischief, and Kale was pleasantly puzzled. While trying to understand what was crossing Beau’s mind, Kale didn’t put up any resistance when Beau raised both their arms and pressed his body, covered with just a thin silk robe, against Kale’s. A clear hint of what Beau had in mind came from the growing stiffness in Beau’s groin, a stiffness that the light fabric couldn’t conceal in any way.

“The sparkle between us is still burning…” – Kale murmured, tilting his hips to press his groin on Beau’s manhood – “I love you so much, Beau, and this room… fills my mind with many dirty thoughts…”

“Good” – Beau said with a mischievous grin, finishing to secure Kale’s hands to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Kale suddenly realized he was tied and unable to go anywhere, and a sudden fire started burning inside him, making his heart pound hard. Beau leaned to the bound Kale and whispered into his ear: “Who do you belong to?”

“To you… and Barry” – Kale replied, excited by the unexpected situation, but unwilling to hurt Beau more than he already did, revealing his deep feelings toward Barry.

Beau didn’t say anything. He started unbuttoning Kale’s shirt, and when it was completely open, he brushed his palms on Kale’s bare chest, gently titillating his nipples with his fingertips. There was nothing forceful in his caresses: on the contrary, they were clearly aimed at giving to Kale the most excruciating pleasure.

Kale moaned, and his hips tilted back and forth a couple times, but Beau’s body was now out of reach. To add to his excitement, Beau lasciviously untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. His naked toned body was almost pornographic, sexy and inviting as it looked.

Much to Kale’s surprise, Beau started swaying his hips in a very sensual way, running his hands over his own body, as if he was doing a sort of lap dance. “Beau… Fuck, you look like a professional…”

“Don’t you remember? When I lived in Paris, I worked in a peep show in Pigalle. I’ve done that for years [2]. I am a professional” – Beau replied, rolling his hips and arching his back – “And in those shows, the patrons can only watch… No touch…”

“Aww… Fuck, no!” – Kale exclaimed, his voice exuding a fiery lust – “Come on, you can’t do this to me!”

“Who do you belong to?” – Beau asked with a confident grin, and Kale answered with a hint of defiance: “To you… and Barry”

“Wrong answer…”

Beau got closer and unbuttoned Kale’s jeans, pulled them down and took a handful of Kale’s hard cock, trapped into the underwear. “Awww… Yes… yes!” – Kale moaned – “Take it out, please, it hurts…”

“Too bad for you… Maybe if Barry was here he could do something about that…”

Kale didn’t reply, and watched Beau moving behind him, until he was out of his sight. But he could feel his hands, sensually brushing his torso, tickling his nipples and giving light, almost casual hits to his trapped bulge. Beau squatted down and his fingers ran along Kale’s legs, down to the calves, then back up to his ass. A gentle bite on his right ass cheek made Kale utter a chocked squeal.

Beau stood up and pressed his body against Kale’s back, making him feel the stiffness of his cock, and murmured again into his ear: “And now, who do you belong to?”

“Ahh… To… To you…. and Barry…”

Kale felt Beau’s fingers grab the elastic band near his ass hole and move the fabric away. “You’re not going to… Come on, take my briefs away… Please… OH, FUCKKKK….!”

The sudden intrusion of Beau’s meat rod into his ass, while his own cock was still firmly restrained into the tight briefs added an enormous pressure into Kale’s groin, and he felt on the verge of spilling his load.

“Give me more… Give me more…” – Kale pleaded, lost in a delirium of desire, while Beau’s burning hot cock explored the most hidden recesses of his body – “Do to me what you want, but give me it all…”

“Why should I give to you all of me, if you cannot give me all of you?” – Beau said, pounding harder on Kale’s buttocks.

“Don’t you realize I’m yours, and I’ve always been yours?” – Kale screamed, desperately trying to hold back his impending orgasm – “Let me give you even this last bit of me, please… Please!”

“OK, then…” – Beau murmured, and quickly lowered the briefs’ front, setting free Kale’s cock. He took hold of the throbbing cock and started stroking it in earnest, rejoicing Kale’s loud moans of pleasure that culminated in an ecstatic scream: “Yes! Oh god, YES!!!”

Kale’s body, thought firmly bound to the hook of the ceiling, bucked hard and exploded in a long-awaited mind-blowing orgasm, and Beau followed suit, flooding Kale’s fundaments with his warm seed. For many long moments the playroom resonated of moans and chocked grunts of pleasure, until both Beau and Kale stood still, panting.

 

Beau hugged tight Kale from behind and said in a low voice, but with an almost triumphant tone: “So, you belong to me, in the end!”

“Of course, Beau” – Kale replied, between his labored breathings – “I’m yours, you know that. I’m completely, totally yours… and… Barry’s.”

With a resigned sigh, Beau untied Kale and quickly hastened to support him, as he was too exhausted to stand on his feet. He effortlessly took Kale into his arms, went out to the corridor and opened the door of the main bedroom.

“Beau… I can walk… You don’t need to…”

“I just remembered that since we got married I didn’t carry you in my arms through the door of our home… A bedroom is not a home, but it will do fine, don’t you think so, my Viscountess?”

“Fuck you” – Kale giggled – “And besides, you’re not the Viscount anymore.”

“Damn, it’s true… So I can’t mock you any longer. It sucks.”

“You can mock me, fuck me and love me as long as you want, husband…” – Kale said tenderly, and gave a long, passionate kiss to Beau, while he gently placed him down on the bed.

 

~ Explanations… sort of ~

“I still don’t get it, I’m sorry, Kale” – Beau said in a doubtful tone when they both were resting on the bed – “I know you well, you were totally sincere when, moments ago, you said you were mine, and I feel the same, I’m yours for the life. How can you be in love, completely, with two men at the same time? It’s… nonsense!”

“Do you think that a mother, only because has many children, can’t give all his love to each of them? That’s the magic of love: you can give all your love to someone, and still have plenty for someone else.”

“Hmm…” – Beau grunted, a bit pissed off because Kale’s words made totally sense; deep inside, he had hoped that after all Kale was just claiming to be in love with Barry, but he truly loved only him. “Good luck on explaining this to Barry…”

“He actually explained it to me…” – Kale said, and Beau gasped: “What? You mean that Barry… with you… it’s mutual?”

“I’m afraid it’s even a bit more complicated than that. But before talking about this, I want to play a game with you. You know, one of those weird tests I’ve read about in my psychology books. But I need you to be sincere to me, and pretend to truly believe to the scenario I’m going to describe…”

“OK… “ – Beau replied – “But then I want to know everything about you and Barry. It’s not a sort of morbid curiosity: we’re talking about our relationship, our marriage, the most important things in my life. In our lives.”

“I need to tell you as much as you need to know. But now, please, concentrate: this may seem a stupid test, but many things depend on its result.”

“Go ahead” – Beau said, nodding.

“OK. Imagine that Alex finds the perfect job in a distant town and moves out of the Cove; the place where he’s going is so far and secluded that he won’t ever be able to come back, nor to contact you ever more. You know for sure that Alex will be fine, there, he will be happy, will find a love and will live a serene life. But he won’t ever come back and you won’t ever more hear from him. Ever. How do you feel about that?”

“Is he going to be really fine? Will he be happy?”

“Totally.”

“Well, it would be sad to see him go” – Beau replied immediately – “but if he’ll be fine, I’ll be fine. I can accept that.”

“And what if, instead of Alex, it was Stewart to go? Or Wahkan?”

“Same answer: if I’m sure they will be happy, I will be happy for them.”

“And what if the one who goes away forever is… me?”

Beau suddenly got pale: “This game is not funny anymore, Kale. Just thinking of you leaving forever is… is… heartbreaking! I… I just can’t think of it!”

Kale smiled tenderly: “I love you, Beau. I could never leave you. But now tell me: what if the one who leaves forever is… Barry?”

Beau’s reaction was weird, he didn’t say anything, he suddenly blushed, to then get pale and blush again. “Wh… I… Err…” – he mumbled, uncertain, and then shut his mouth, glancing at Kale in search of the answer he couldn’t provide.

“No need to say anything” – Kale reassured him – “Your answer is perfectly clear…”

“Is it?” – Beau asked, with an almost childish tone.

“It is. You have deep feelings for Barry, much deeper than you want to admit to me or to yourself. I know how long it took you to accept the love you felt for me, I know how long I had to wait to hear those sweet words, ‘I love you’, that you otherwise told me every day with your acts, but could not put in words. You feel a deep affection toward Barry… and you’re scared shitless because of that.”

Beau didn’t reply, but his mind started putting together the pieces of a strange puzzle: the fantasy of making love to Barry while he was with Gerry, the anxiety he felt for the upcoming reunion with Barry, the weird feeling that he felt at the airport, when Barry kissed passionately Kale… and didn’t kiss him!

“You know what he told me?” – Kale asked after a short while, knowing by Beau’s ever-changing facial expressions that he’d hit the mark – “He told me that he needed to rebuild his life and his inner balance away from us, away from the Cove. It was not just a test, what I did before: that scenario was about to happen, we’ve been on the verge of losing Barry forever. And Alex, too, with Charlie; and Gerry and Rowan.

“Mon Dieu…” – Beau murmured, while an unspeakable pain clouded his handsome features. After a long pause, Beau found enough air in his lungs to ask: “It’s not all, right? What else should I know? Come on, spill it, give me the final blow…”

“Barry feels the same for you. He said you found your way to his heart without him even realizing it. But he painfully realized it when, at the airport, he saw the two men he deeply loved fly away, to leave a happy life… without him.”

“This I find hard to believe” – Beau commented doubtfully – “Sure enough, he was sorry to see you go away, but come on, we’re talking about Barry…”

“Trust me. If I ever saw a heartbroken man, that was Barry. In part I soothed his pain, telling him I was in love with him, too, but neither of us could really guess your reaction. Which was quite surprising, if I may say…”

“Surprising is a total understatement. I’m shocked. And yes, I’m scared shitless, too! Where… where are we going from here?”

“To begin with, we’re going back to the Cove. And then… we’ll play by ear.”

“I still can’t get a grip on all this…” – Beau said pensively – “I mean, you love both Barry and me… maybe me a little more than Barry… uh?”

“Maybe a little” – Kale conceded, chuckling.

“And Barry loves you and me. And I… I definitely love you Kale, but as you said, I can’t think to live my life without Barry, either… It’s all so confusing!”

“Barry has a name for it, he called it a ‘three-way couple’” – Kale joked, but soon became serious again: “Listen Beau, I’m quite a conventional person myself, I still find weird being in love with a man, not to mention being married to him, and now, dealing with such strong feelings toward two men at the same time is totally unsettling. But I don’t forget what you taught me in Pigalle, years ago: ‘there is no right or wrong here, follow your heart and never turn back’. That’s what I’m going to do. And you, too.”

 

“Play by ear… Three-way couple…” – Beau murmured to himself, still a bit shocked – “If ever Aunt Yvette finds out what’s going on here, she would die on the spot…”

“I wouldn’t bet the farm on that!” – Kale laughed, and then got out of the bed and pulled Beau with him: “Come, husband, time to go home!”

 

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