This scene takes place on the first morning at the beach house, in The New Born Year.

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From The New Born Year:

The door to the master suite opened, but the person who came out wasn’t Truman or Hugh. It was Will.

“Did you go looking for Hugh’s coffee again?” Ally asked, startling him.

Will froze, eyes wide, staring at her. “Um—”

“Truman said Hugh had some secret supply of coffee you liked, or something.”

Lucy laughed out loud and sat down next to her. “Will definitely has a taste for Hugh’s—”

“Lucy, jeez! Um, yeah, Ally, Hugh has a whole other coffee pot. I didn’t think he’d be using the one that lives here.”

There was no freaking way Hugh was drinking coffee made out of a pot that just, liked, lived at the beach house. That other people had used. No way.

Will knocked lightly on the door to the master suite, and waited long enough so Ally or Nick or Bernie could just assume someone inside said “come in” before opening the door.

Huh. No one in the bedroom. Shower running.

He paused, irresolutely weighing risk against the boyfriends in the shower. Because on the one hand: it’d be pretty hard to have sex right now without people hearing through the walls. On the other hand: oh my god, sex with the boyfriends right now, come the fuck on.

In. Around. Whatever.

The door wasn’t locked, wasn’t even fully closed. Will tapped on it, then pushed it open, and huh, still no one. He went inside and bam, there they fucking were, in the little shower alcove, big enough for a bathtub, but no bathtub.

Truman on his knees, sucking Hugh’s dick. Hugh leaned against the tiles over him. Oh my god.

Will was immediately hard. Impossibly hard. He and Moll had been up earlier, fooled around, but the beds downstairs creaked and were too small to really get comfortable. But hell, now was his moment. Will shoved his hand in his pants, not even caring that he was basically a voyeur right now. Plus, they loved it when he watched. He had blanket permission. At least, he was pretty sure.

Hugh groaned, and opened his eyes, catching Will’s. Then he smiled. “We have company,” he murmured, touching Truman’s cheek.

“Don’t stop—” Aw, man. “I didn’t want you guys to stop.”

“Take your clothes off, William.” Truman, one hand still working Hugh while the other pushed wet hair off his face, smiled, too. “Join us.”

Well, yeah. Will shucked his sweats, placed his cuffs carefully on the counter, and climbed in, immediately sandwiched between them. Truman shifted, still on his knees, until he had them on either side, then reached out for both of their dicks.

“Oh my fucking god, Truman.” Will gnawed on his tongue to keep from making noises, because this was like one of those porny shower scenes, only with his boyfriends instead of bored-looking actors. (His boyfriends. His toes curled and he thought it again.)

“This has potential,” Hugh said, reaching up to toy with Will’s nipples, not seeming to mind the shower spraying him everywhere.

“Mm hm.” Truman took Will in his mouth, sucking lightly, while he continued to jack Hugh, and Hugh continued to tug on Will’s nipples.

“Oh man, Truman, I’m not sure—” God, this was about to be embarrassing. “Truman, hang on—”

Truman backed off for a second, but before Will could be relieved, he was shifting them closer together. “Let’s see what else we can do with this configuration.”

“Wait—” No, don’t wait. Never wait. Oh my god, why have we never done this before? Truman’s lips stretched around both of their dicks, and Will could feel the inside of his cheek, and his tongue, and Hugh’s dick, and holy shit, he slammed his palms on the wall so he could stay standing and grunted as he came in Truman’s mouth and on Hugh’s dick simultaneously.

Truman’s tongue lapped at his slit and Will had to bite down hard to keep himself from making noises that sounded like sex.

“That was nice,” Truman said, smiling at him.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—I mean—”

“Shh, Will. I did mean to.”

“Me too,” Hugh agreed, and leaned down to kiss Truman deeply. “Thank you.”

“I’m not done with you yet. Will, down here.”

Will blinked, already in mid-strategy about trying to dry himself with the hand towel he could see over on the sink without getting water everywhere (obviously there were only two full-sized towels hanging up because there were only supposed to be two people in the master bathroom).

They were staring at him. Patiently. While he did the crazy dance in his head.

“Um.”

“Down,” Hugh said, and pressed on his shoulders. “Truman wants you.”

“Okay.” The floor of the shower had a mat on it, rubber, so it wasn’t as uncomfortable as he expected. “Hey, Truman.”

“Hey, best man.” And Truman kissed him, too, a kiss that tasted like water and Hugh and Will himself. “Should we get Hugh off?”

“Hell yes.”

“Quickly, if you insist. We’re gonna lose the hot water any minute now.”

Truman half-rolled his eyes. “Suck him, Will.”

“Whoa, okay, sure.” Because yeah. He grinned a little sheepishly up at Hugh and took in his dick, swirling his tongue a little around his crown the way he liked.

“Good boy. I want you to suck him a little harder, Will.” And Truman’s hand closed in on his, both of them jacking Hugh’s dick now, which was kind of stupid-hot. “Right, good, just like that.”

Hugh’s legs spread a little, to the edges of the shower area, and ohfuck, Truman was not leaning down right now, Truman was not leaning down right now and feeding Hugh’s balls into his mouth while Will sucked him, shit, that was insane. Will shifted so he could get a slightly better view, sucking even harder, jacking even faster.

“Oh god—I can’t—I can’t—” Hugh’s hand grabbed his hair. “Dammit—”

Yeah, dammit. Yeah, you can’t. Will went all-in, and Truman did some kind of contortionist shit, and damn, damn, Hugh came down his throat, holding his head in place, so fucking rough and hardcore Will couldn’t breathe for a minute.

Jesus, that was hot.

He panted, sucking in air while the shower still pounded down on his back. Truman reached over and tongue-fucked his mouth, mercilessly plundering it like he was trying to find every trace of Hugh and devour it. A shifting, a movement, and Will realized that Truman was jacking off while they fucking kissed, Truman was getting off on this, on sex with battling tongues and lips and teeth, and that was maybe even hotter than them fucking Hugh. God, Truman didn’t stop kissing him, didn’t stop moving, and Will pulled him closer so he could feel the movement of Truman’s hand.

If I’d known this was coming, I’d’ve waited to come. Or at least tried harder.

But then Truman moaned into his mouth and came all over both of them, finally pulling back from the kiss to lean his forehead into Will’s shoulder.

“Thank you, William.”

“Thank me? Shit, Truman. Yeah, you know, feel free to do that anytime. Seriously.”

He smiled, kissing the corner of Will’s mouth before groaning and standing up. “I’m getting dressed, you two. Take as long as you like.” Then he stepped out and dried off, like it was nothing.

Will sat back on his heels, watching Truman through the squiggly glass shower doors. When Hugh squeezed his neck, he leaned into it.

“Up, Will,” Hugh said, once Truman had cleared the bathroom.

“Something going on I should know about?”

Hugh shook his head. “No. But we did consider that next year we wouldn’t mind having you to ourselves for a few days before we have to share you with the entire house. It’s been months, Will.”

“Yeah, like way too long. And I almost mauled you guys yesterday, poor Ally.”

“Ally’s fine.”

And oh god, yes, this, please. Hugh held either side of his face and kissed him gently.

“Hey, Will.”

“God, I missed you. Like so much.” He swallowed and glanced up, better to read Hugh’s eyes. “Can I spend the night tonight? I mean, I can sneak up the stairs, you know? And I can sneak back down early, so no one—so no one figures it out.”

“Will. No. I mean yes, of course, of course you can spend the night with us. But you don’t have to sneak away. I almost think we should have just told Ally on the way up, instead of relying on—whatever it is we’re doing now.” Another kiss. “We did secrecy at the wedding. We’re not doing it at our beach house.”

“Ha. You said our beach house.”

“Truman likes the kitchen.”

“Uh huh.”

“Will. Did you hear me?”

He’d heard. But it wasn’t necessarily that simple. “Yeah, but you’re really sure? Because Truman and Ally, you know, that’s family. That’s not the same as just not having secrets. There’s more to it.”

“Adam will be here in a few days. Are we keeping this a secret from him?”

“Yeah, like that’s even possible.”

Hugh’s thumbs brushed at the water on his face.

“No,” Will said. “But if Jer was here, I’d be too freaked out to even spend half the night.”

“I understand what you’re saying. And I’m afraid this means that Jeremy will never be invited to the beach house. Will, we wouldn’t have opened our doors to anyone who made you feel like you had to be our dirty little secret. I hope that’s not how you feel.”

“No. No, but I don’t want to fuck things up with Truman and Ally.”

“You aren’t. I’m telling you, Ally will likely not notice. But if she does—” Fingers pressured his face to look up. “If she does, we will deal with it. Please spend the night with us, Will. Any night Molly can spare you.”

“Yeah, she told me she better hear about it later.”

“It’s the least we can do, when she’s so very generous.” Hugh kissed him. “But now the water’s well and truly cold. Let’s get out.”

“Yeah, okay. Hey, you have coffee somewhere? Because they’re all drinking out of the pot in the kitchen, but—”

“Perish the thought, Will. The press is in the bedroom, already made, though that may also be cold by now.”

Will grinned. “Ha. I knew it.”

They got out, dressed, and he took the last of the coffee in the press. It was only lukewarm, but it tasted way better than the stuff in the drip machine would have. Because coffee always tasted better out of a press. And also because coffee you only shared with your boyfriends always tasted better than the coffee everyone else was drinking.