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“And the obsession with our cum dripping out of Le?” I asked.
“Fuck, that’s not a bi thing… I just really fucking like it.”
I opened my mouth to ask something else, but Dawson got there first.
“I’m autistic.”
Chapter 33
Marshall
Silencesettledontheroom after we’d all spilled our secrets. Dawson curled into Lea’s side, relief that everyone knew about his diagnosis and history with Fox visible in his body.
“You want a tea?” I asked them, wanting to take care of them.
“Hot chocolate?” Lea questioned.
“Sure, Sugar. Dawson?”
“I’m good.”
“Dawson…”
He huffed, but offered me a sly smile. “Fine, I’ll have a tea. Thanks.” I turned to ask Fox, but I was met with his back as he walked from the room.
“I’ll be back.” Pulling a blanket up over them both, I left them to snuggle while I went in search of Fox, finding him as he was walking into his sacred music room.
“Stop.”
He froze.
“Where are you running to?”
He shook his head, pointing at the piano. “I just need to play.” I watched his tight ass move as he took a seat on the piano stool and lifted the lid, letting out a loud sigh as his fingers moved over the keys, playing a tune I didn’t recognize.
“Turn around,” I demanded after listening to him for a while, needing to see his face.
“Coming out made you bossy,” he mumbled.
“Coming out lets me be who I’ve been the whole time. Now turn around.”
He twisted around on the wide stool, keeping his eyes focused on the floor. God, this man was stunning. I’d noticed it the first time I’d met him, but in trying to deny what I really wanted, I’d pretended I didn’t see his high cheekbones, full lips, and intoxicating turquoise eyes. His hair was tied up and I couldn’t help but wonder how his beard would feel between my thighs. My cock swelled in anticipation of what was about to happen. I knew what was wrong with him; I knew because I’d felt like it for so long. On the outside. But I’d never had the confidence to speak up and the people I was with didn’t care enough to reassure me.
“I told you to look at me, Fox.” His eyes raised, locking with mine. “Good boy.”
A visible shiver rocked his body, and I wasn’t sure if it was from my words or the fact I’d closed the distance between us.
“What do you want, Marshall?” His voice was pouty and if it wasn’t such an important moment, I would have laughed at how needy he sounded.
Taking him gently by the wrists, I pulled him to stand, edging my nose to the base of his neck and trailing it up the column of his throat. “You,” I whispered against his skin.
His hands hung at his sides as his chest heaved. “You don’t need to say that. I get that you might not be attracted to all of us.”
I bit down on his earlobe, cupping his semi-hard cock. He cried out as his body bowed. “Did you not hear me? I want you.”
“But—”
I stole his words as my lips covered his, groaning at the feel of his soft lips and the brush of his beard against my face. Tilting his head, he let me in, our tongues dancing together, exploring each other’s mouths, but his hands remained by his side.
