Mateo stood. “You’re going to fuck me tonight, Tristan.”

“God, yes.” He grabbed Mateo and tried to pull him toward him, but his next words stopped him.

“While Jay fucks you.”

He closed his eyes, fighting back memories of the past. Fighting back choices he made, and choosing now to move forward. To make himself whole—make them all that way.

“Yes.”

It was almost as if he stood on the outside watching things from there. The water was turned off and they dried him off. Then they were in the bed, a mass of hands and mouths, kissing and touching.

For the first time, it was someone other than Tristan who grabbed the lube from the drawer, without being told. Mateo bent forward, rubbing a lubed finger over his own hole before handing the bottle to Josiah.

He scooted toward the edge of the bed, shoving a pillow beneath him. “Stand up and lean over me. Get behind him and lube his cock, Jay.”

Josiah’s wet hand wrapped around his dick before Tristan positioned himself above Mateo...Josiah behind him.

Then Josiah’s lips where there again, on his shoulder, before he whispered, “I love you. I can’t wait to make love with you.” He looked at Mateo next. “I love you, too, Teo.”

Teo whispered, “Te amo.” His eyes caught Tristan’s next. “Josiah is the only person who has ever been inside me. It will only ever be Josiah or you.”

Tristan knew exactly what he was saying. That he loved Tristan, too. He ran his hand through Mateo’s hair. Mateo, who nodded, not needing any other response right now.

Tristan leaned over him and rubbed his finger on Mateo’s asshole. Prepared his body and then pushed his way inside.

“So good. So fucking good,” Mateo groaned.

When Josiah’s cold, wet finger breached his ring of muscles, Tristan didn’t flinch.

He wanted more.

And Josiah gave it to him, slowly easing his erection inside Tristan. He was full, so fucking full, in a way he hadn’t been in so long. No, in a way he’d never been.

His balls begged for release already, and they hadn’t even moved yet.

But then they were. It took a minute to find a rhythm, Josiah’s cock slamming into him from behind as Tristan worked his way in and out of Mateo.

The room was filled with the sounds of bodies slapping together, and breaths.

Tristan wrapped his hand around Mateo’s cock, jerking him off while he made love to him. While Josiah made love to Tristan.

As soon as he felt Mateo’s hot, sticky fluid slide between his fingers, curses flying from his mouth, Tristan let go. Pumped every ounce of what he had inside Mateo as he exploded.

Another wave of pleasure hit him when he felt Josiah’s dick jerk inside him. As Josiah’s fingers dug into his hips as he filled Tristan.

They went down to the bed together, a pile of bodies wrapped and intertwined with each other. Like a solid, a whole.

And somehow, he couldn’t keep the words back anymore. They fought to break free from the walls he’d locked them behind. “Years ago, you thought I was trying to save you, Josiah. I assume the same way you probably thought Teo wanted to save you. You were wrong. It was you who saved me, the same way the two of you saved each other. And now...And now you brought me Mateo, too. I want you both. I love you both.”

Even after the words left his lips, everything felt okay. It felt fucking amazing.

Josiah buried his face into Tristan’s neck, but it was Mateo who spoke. “Nunca nadie me ha amado en mi vida excepto ustedes dos. Yo nunca amare a nadie en mi vida solo a ustedes dos.” He took a breath and then repeated himself in English. “There has never been anyone in my life who loved me except the two of you. I will never love anyone except the two of you.”

Mateo ran a finger down Tristan’s jaw. “Mi pieza perdida. My missing piece.” And then his hand ran down Josiah’s back. “Mi precioso.”

Josiah leaned up, taking Mateo’s mouth first. Then Tristan’s. “We might be broken in so many ways, but together, we’re whole.”

That’s all that mattered to Tristan.

Life was so damned uncertain. Mateo had a past that was uncertain, and Tristan sure as hell wasn’t perfect. He still had his mom to take care of, and Josiah had his dream to fulfill, but for the first time, they were moving forward. All of them. And somehow, Tristan knew it would be okay, that they would fight for each other and take on the world for each other. The only thing that mattered was that they were together.

The End