Their Boy Blossomed [MxMxM] (Taming His Blaze 2)

Prologue

A/N: AHHH! BEE SCOUTS!!!! Here it is! Book 2 in the 'Their Boy Beloved' series! Make sure you read that book first before this one as it is a straight continuation of the first book!!! 🎉

‼️Disclaimer: This book contains strong language, violence, mentions of drug use, domestic abuse, mental health issues, BDSM lifestyle, filthy sex, and features a fabulous poly/gay trio!

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There are no set days for updates! But I will always be posting two chapters ahead on Patreon! I plan to nurture this book cause I freaking adore these characters ☺️

Enjoy the prologue!!!

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MASEO • POV

"Ladies and gentlemen, drag queens, strippers, non-binary bugs and boos all over the world, I'd like to thank you all for joining us this afternoon as we mourn the death of our beloved cricket, Gavin Felipe Hernandez Sergio Brett Hopper, the twelfth."

Our backyard was set up like a gothic church garden, the dining table chairs from inside the house, set out on the lawn in rows of two; four on the left, four on the right. The narrow aisle created down the centre was littered with black rose petals and burning candles - the battery powered kind for safety, of course.

For added dramatic effect, blinking fairy lights hung from the surrounding trees, creating a magical atmosphere, like twinkling stars flashing all around us. Reuben's favourite song from the Twilight Movies soundtrack, 'Speak Up' by POP ETC, was playing at a low volume on repeat in the background. Though the song could barely be heard over Reuben's heaving sniffles and howling sobs.

I was standing over the tiniest coffin ever made, which was open on the foldable picnic table in front of me, covered by a sheer, lace black veil, similar to the one Reuben was wearing over his face like a scorned widow. My boy was curled up in Nolan's lap, clutching a bouquet of black-painted lilies for dear life.

Beside them both, Eva was curled up on a chair, tail flicking lazily as she snoozed through the funeral, uninterested in all the noise and commotion. The other chairs surrounding them were empty, though I addressed the garden as though they were bustling full of people, per Reuben's request.

We had invited Kaleb and Matt, but the couple were busy getting ready for the adoption of their baby and couldn't spare the time to be here for Reu's deceased cricket, or the outlandish ceremony we threw every few months during the year.

Honestly, the whole funeral was for nobody else's satisfaction, but Reuben's. When I'd explained the ritual of burying and initiating a new Mister Hopper for the boy, every three or so months, Nolan had looked at me as though I had gone insane. I had gone insane, because I'd do anything for Reuben, including leading the funeral of his dead cricket.

He'd been on board with the significant, seasonal event, simply because neither of us had been willing to put up with an explosive Reuben Tantrum over his dead pet. But even then, Nolan had scoffed. He didn't understand it, heck I didn't understand it, but we were here and we were doing this for Reuben, regardless of how seemingly superficial and pointless it all seemed.

It was the moment when Reueben had emerged through the backdoor at noon, dressed head to toe in black clothing, with a mourning veil covering his face, his black-painted bouquet of lilies and a chequered handkerchief that had cracked through Nolan's calm composure.

I watched the dominant lean over and cough into one of our hedges to smother his laughter. I'd had to look up at the sky to find calm, refusing to catch on to his contagious snickers. I would not break.