Connecting Threads.

It ends with all four of us.

"Come on. It looks so good on you. Come show them." Aaron spoke his hand holding on Ian's arm by the elbow tugging on it for a good amount of time to get the male to move.

"No. I don't feel comfortable with showing them, I don't think they'll like it. I'm no female if you haven't noticed." Ian expressed sadly. He had a lingerie on. Xavier had seen it on him but Xander hadn't. Aaron wouldn't have to but he'd been cooped up in the bathroom for too long the men were getting worried and sent Aaron to get him. The man was marveled when he laid his eyes on the curly head. He looked rather scrumptious but the man had to be serious to get him to step out of the en-suite.

"Really? What's there to be insecure about? We've seen you naked countless of times Ian, trust this is nothing,coming here." Aaron pulled the curly head into an embrace as he laid a peck on the man's hair. It smelled of shampoo.

"Xavier thought it was cute. Xander has never seen me in one, I'd rather not find out," Ian mumbled into Aaron's chest.

"Seriously? You were with Xander before us. Come on," Aaron called, pushing the man's body away from his and hauling him towards the door. When Ian got out, his eyes had long stared on the black-tiled floor. His whole body rigid. He jumped a little when the door shut behind Aaron who smacked his ass.

"Oh-" Ian chocked our shyly.

"You look gorgeous." Ian heard Xander say. He knew that voice from anywhere. When he's eyes met with Xander, the man stared admiring him. His eyes glowing. He didn't even know why he was acting shy. It was kind of stupid.

"Come here," Xavier called.

When Ian touched the end of the bed with his knees Xavier and Xander pulled him into the bed. Their hands tearing the whole lingerie off his body placed in between them as they trailed kisses all over his body. Ian couldn't help but chuckle, this was rather too cute. He was definitely getting fucked the whole day, and Ian could almost giggle when he thought about it.

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Six months had passed since the four men embarked on their extraordinary journey together, and every moment had been filled with laughter, adventure, and unparalleled love. Their relationship had seamlessly fallen into a harmonious rhythm, with each day blending into the next like a beautiful symphony.

After moving into the grand mansion, the once-empty halls now resonated with the sounds of their joyful laughter, lively conversations, and warm embraces. The atmosphere was electric, filled with an undeniable sense of love and belonging.

Together, they explored new horizons, taking romantic getaways to exotic destinations and experiencing the thrill of discovery. Their dates were always filled with excitement, whether they were strolling through moonlit gardens or dancing under starry skies.

Occasionally, their unconventional dynamics raised eyebrows, particularly when Ian and Aaron shared a tender kiss, only to be followed by Xander and Xavier's passionate embrace. But for them, it was just another aspect of their beautiful, quirky love story.

Instead of awkwardness, they found humor in these moments, often bursting into laughter at the sheer absurdity of it all. Their love was unapologetic, genuine, and filled with a deep affection that transcended traditional boundaries.

In this vibrant, loving household, they had discovered a true sense of home – a place where love knew no limits and every moment was a celebration of their unique bond.

In hindsight, the men found it amusing that they'd become inseparable. Decisions couldn't be made without all four being present. Secrets were nonexistent, as any disagreement was resolved together, with a collective promise to forever support one another.

Xander's affectionate term, "sweetheart," had become a hallmark of their relationship. However, it once confused a visiting friend of Ian's. During a gathering in the living room, Xavier initially stood up when Xander called out, "Sweetheart." But when Xander repeated the term, Aaron rose to his feet instead.

The friend was perplexed, unable to discern the difference. "Sweetheart" seemed like a single, generic term. Aaron clarified that Xander's tone and inflection subtly changed depending on who he was addressing, allowing each partner to instinctively know when they were being summoned.

The visitor found this quirk endearing, a testament to the men's deep connection. They had developed a language of their own, woven into the fabric of their unconventional yet harmonious relationship.

"How do you make this work?" the friend asked, curiosity etched on his face.

Ian smiled, his eyes reflecting a deep contentment. "We don't 'make' it work. It just does. We've found a rhythm that suits us, and that's all that matters."

The friend's gaze swept across the room, taking in the warmth and camaraderie emanating from the four men. Their relationship was a beautiful enigma, defying conventional norms.

"For us, it's not about explaining or justifying," Ian continued. "This is our normal, and we wouldn't have it any other way. We've found our own unique harmony, and that's what makes it so special."

Ian's voice took on a resolute tone, his words laced with conviction. "This hill is where I choose to plant my flag. I'll stand by our love, no matter what. It's worth fighting for, worth living for."

The room fell silent, the only sound the gentle hum of affection and acceptance that filled their lives.

Xavier cherished these impromptu office visits, where love and work intertwined. The stolen kisses, whispered words, and tender touches left him breathless. Their intimacy was a sanctuary, a refuge from the demands of his executive role.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, colleagues began to notice Xavier's newfound distraction. Whispered conversations in the break room speculated about his sudden lack of focus. "Is the boss losing his edge?" they'd wonder.

Little did they know, Xavier's "distraction" was, in fact, his greatest source of clarity. He was deeply in love, and his partners brought light into his life. Their presence revitalized him, sharpening his mind and soothing his soul.

Who wouldn't be distracted by love's gentle touch? Xavier's heart swelled with gratitude for these moments of bliss. Let the whispers continue; he wouldn't trade this joy for anything.

(Don't know why I love this. But I did even though it had zero plot and was almost smut. All of it. I'll be posting another one. It's also a poly. Kind of different and it has a plot.)
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