Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+)

Chapter Thirty: Death Scare, Therapy Penguin and Heartfelt Love

Was it two sugars or three? Fuck, maybe it was actually sweetener? Ah... shit.

Playing eeny, meeny, miny, moe and landing on sugar, Jesse played it safe and added just two teaspoons of the crystalised goodness before pouring in the hot water. One thing they did know for sure was that Briar enjoyed his tea very strong so barely added a splash of milk before cradling the cosy mug between his hands. 

"Is that for me, Pinkie?" Quinn asked, poking his head into the kitchen. 

Glaring at the stupidly handsome man with false disdain, Jesse stuck out his tongue. 

"If you give me a minute to spit in it, sure, you can have it". 

Quinn sauntered over to the smallest of the lovers and since their hands were occupied, they couldn't stop him from gripping their chin and lifting it. 

"Maybe if I didn't enjoy kissing you so much, that would be a threat. But since I do, your saliva doesn't bother me. You're losing your snarky edge, maybe age has finally caught up". 

"Hey, I'm not-". 

His protest was cut off by the large lips slotting over his, a thick tongue pushing apart his mouth before tasting every inch of his own. They couldn't hold back a moan, relaxing until their body slumped against the dominant larger one and barely remembering to keep a tight grip of the mug. 

"You're so easy to distract, Pinkie. Better take that to your Beauty before it gets cold; he's still in his room". 

And then the man winked and walked away, not grabbing anything on his way that indicated why he came into the room in the first place. It took a few moments for Jesse to blink and realise that this time, Quinn had won their everlasting game of seeing who could annoy the other the most. 

"Sneaky bastard, using kisses as a weapon... I'll get him next time, suck his dick so hard it falls off..." they grumbled irritably, walking up the stairs and shuffling down the hallway, watching the rim of the mug the entire time. They may have lost a few drops of tea to the carpet but, well, it was a necessary sacrifice. 

Sucking in a deep breath and knocking on the bedroom door, he waited for a reply. A voice didn't call back in the deep, smooth tone he found incredibly sexy and so, he waited a bit longer, presuming Briar to still be getting dressed. It was Saturday and as they had all had a few glasses of alcohol the night before, he could even still be sleeping. 

Only, after another forty-five seconds and no response after knocking for a third time, fear settled into their gut heavier than a boulder. What if while Jesse had been waking up to sweet kisses and a morning blowjob, seeing Devon out of the door for a work emergency and then spent time catching up on social media news, Briar had... had...

What if he's... gone? Just like Papa. 

And what if yet again, they would be the person to find a loved one gone from the world? They couldn't do it, not with someone who meant as much to them as their lovers did. It would crush them beyond repair. 

It took many years for him to come to terms with what he had witnessed as a child and all the upheaval that came after. That the death of his father had loomed over him as a constant shadow for years, even when he thought everything was fine to the point it was affecting his everyday life. And while he was now better and could freely talk about the incident with little pain, witnessing Briar in a situation that could have ended so similarly had shaken him. 

Jesse tried to swallow only his mouth was dry and teeth clenched too tight for his tongue to move freely. With a shaking hand, he pushed down the new door handle and braced himself for what he was about to see.