He was kind enough not to knock Dylan’s legs aside. Instead, he lifted them as he spun around and propped them back over his shoulders.
“A month is plenty of time,” Kaiden continued. “Plus, if the three-day weekend is related to a holiday, Alison might already have plans for closing the gallery. If not, taking a Monday won’t be the worst thing in the world.”
Kaiden rarely worked weekends with the gallery unless they hosted some gala or banquet.
“Okay, cool,” Rus said a bit sheepishly. “My mom really wants to meet you both. She keeps texting.”
“Really?” Dylan looked up at Rus.
“Yeah, so I figured a three-day weekend would be a safer bet than, like, a spring break visit. A week with my family is far too cruel, and summer would be fine, too. You’d have more time to brace yourself, but then I’d have to listen to her pester every single day until the end of the semester.”
“I think it’s brilliant,” Kaiden said. “I’d love to meet your family.”
“Mostly just my parents if we’re lucky. Maybe one of my sisters.” Rus shrugged. “But honestly, it’s just going to be my mom asking you a million and one questions. Each.”
“Is she excited to meet us?” Dylan asked with a smile, then let his smile fall into a playfully stern expression. “Or is she planning to grill us?”
“No grilling you, she’s vegan,” Rus joked.
“Don’t people grill vegetables all the time?” Kaiden asked.
“It was a cannibal joke,” Rus sighed. “You murdered it, sweetie.”
“Jokes are supposed to be funny, so looks like you murdered your own sense of humor,” Kaiden countered, a wicked grin on his face.
Rus huffed, and Kaiden leaned forward, bending Dylan’s legs well above his head, as he positioned himself close enough to give Rus a peck on the lips.
Dylan stared up at them both, his body contorted with his head pinned in Rus’ lap and his legs bent in such a way by Kaiden that his ankles practically grazed Rus’ shoulders.
“Well, hot damn. Aren’t you a flexible one?” Rus teased.
“I should’ve been a gymnast,” Dylan wheezed.
Kaiden playfully slapped Dylan’s butt. “You should’ve been a bottom with a perfect pretzel eight like this.”
“Nah, not quite perfect.” Rus grabbed Dylan by the heels, twisting his legs ever so until they sort of crossed over each other. “There we go. Perfection.”
Dylan burst into laughter, attempting to wriggle loose, but found Kaiden’s muscular grip on his sides and Rus’ firm hold on his feet made it impossible.
“Seriously?” Dylan panted.
“What?” Rus looked down at Dylan, batting his lashes innocently.
“Hey, if you’re gonna fuck me, at least let me get comfy first.” Dylan bounced a bit in place, huffing until finally they moved enough to allow him to roll over.
Before he knew it, Rus lay on top of him with his full weight.
“Feeling comfy yet?” He bit the side of Dylan’s neck, kissing and licking him.
“Almost.” Dylan adjusted himself, finding the more he maneuvered, the more he synced up beneath Rus.
Rus wrapped his arms underneath Dylan’s arms, pinning him in place. He lined his crotch up with Dylan’s butt and playfully bucked against him. The motion pushed Dylan deeper into the mattress. Rus positioned his legs between Dylan’s, keeping them wider and pushing him into an almost arched position as he lay on the bed.
“Okay, okay, less comfy, but digging it.”
“Think of this as my early Valentine’s gift.” Rus leaned forward, kissing Dylan, who craned his neck to meet Rus’ lips.
The pair kissed for a while until Rus pulled away and met Kaiden. He released Dylan and began to make out with Kaiden. Before long, the three of them became entangled, kissing and cuddling and caressing each other.
