A Flame From The Past

67: Happiness

"You have so many clothes". Ray said, staring out at my large wardrobe we were currently moving to Luca and I's room. After we had told Ray and he went to bed, Luca and I fucked like crazy animals. Anything and everything we did felt exhilarating. And we were now caught in a flow, his love hearted compliments, our competitive spike and our kisses had started up again. Like they had never left. Yet we both had changed, in how we treat each other. And most importantly I had changed.

"Well that's why six hands are better than two". Luca came from behind me, wrapping his hands around me as I felt his hot breath against my skin.

I moved to grab the numerous clothes I had, as Ray grabbed my shoes one by one and took them next door. Luca stayed behind me, wrapped in my hair and my body.

"Well right now only four are working". I said, as Ray let out a laugh, staring at the only one who wasn't using his hands for any good.

"I'm doing good work, I'm emotional support". He said, hugging me tighter. But letting me go, just to grab Ray. Ray squirmed in his arms as he then let Ray grab his one pair of shoes and Luca took off running into the next room. And back in a split second.

"All this work tired me out". Luca said, putting on a show for Ray, heaving and huffing. "I think there's some dough in the fridge... maybe we could become a pizzeria tonight". He said, catching Ray's eyes as he jumped off and cheered to the tune of both Luca and Ray running like little kids to the fridge. I followed them into the kitchen, after moving just the boxes at the top and leaving the rest for later.

I walked into the kitchen, watching Luca try to teach Ray how to twirl the pizza dough. Ray tossed it up in the air as it landed on the ceiling. But Luca just high-fived him.

"Good throw... we must have a future football player on our hands". Luca paraded him, as he began lifting him up to reach the dough. But still they weren't tall enough.

The way Luca treated Ray was something I had never expected, he was a godsend with him. He knew the right things to say, and he never raised his voice with him. He was patient and understanding, and good god at this moment he had never looked better than now.

"Carina, you need to get on Luca's shoulders". Ray said, as Luca let him down and he ran to me. He pulled me into the kitchen, parking me right next to Luca.

"You need to get on his shoulders. Then we'll be able to get it". Ray said, directing the whole thing, pulling Luca down, supposedly to let me on top.

"Why were you looking at me like that?" Luca asked, trying to hide the huge smile on his face. As I was trying to do the same.

"You're great with him, you're patient and understanding and you listen to him." I said, praising him for everything he is and everything he was made of. "And I think... even though I probably shouldn't be turned on by this. But seeing you be such a good father figure to Ray, turns me on.". I whispered into his ear as once I broke away he smiled with that teasing smile.

"Tonight... I'll help you with this problem". He subtly said, just as Ray came into the room with a stepstool. That he was dragging on the floor.

"It's okay... I'm going to try sitting on his shoulders". I told Ray as he nodded and set the stepstool on the side and he watched me get up. I got up and knew I was too short.

"Can you stand on his shoulders?" Ray asked, trying to logically figure it out, but physically there was no way I could even balance myself on him.

"I wish I could, but I'm not a cheerleader bud". I said, as Luca brought me down, he held me close to him just as I felt a hot breath warm my neck.