“I have seen the way Thomas looks at him,” she said. Then she glanced at Boris and added, “And the way you look at him, and the way he looks at both of you. I think something is going on here.”
Boris sighed and set his fork down. “You’re right. We’re all in love with each other.”
“In love, or having sex?”
“In love, Mama,” Thomas insisted. “Though of course we have sex too.”
She looked around the table suspiciously, meeting their eyes one by one. “You are all happy with this situation?”
“We are.”
A faint smile crept across her face as she shook her head. “Maladyosh.” Young people.
That was all she said about it—until she went to bed that night

“Oh, puppy…,” Thomas sighed.
“I’m not sure that’s what you meant by making you feel my love,” Hans said, panting.
Thomas chuckled and ran a hand through Hans’s hair. “I felt it. It wasn’t just sex. I felt you. I felt both of you.”
“I love you,” Hans insisted.
“I know,” Thomas said. “And I think I’ve been denying that I love you because I didn’t want to hurt Boris.”
“I suspected,” Boris said with a shrug. “You know how I feel.”
“You really do still love me? Not just as a friend, not like a brother, not like a fuckbuddy… You are still in love with me?”
“Malish,” Boris said, drawing lines through the come trickling down Thomas’s side, “my love for you has not changed. I still adore you. I still get a hard-on just thinking about you. I would do anything for you—including ending our relationship with Hans, if that was the only way for you to be happy.”
Hans hated to hear that. It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest, especially after what had just happened between the three of them. Boris moved forward and kissed his forearm, just as Hans thought about pulling away from them.
“But please do not send the puppy away,” Boris continued. “I love him too. I would be very unhappy to lose him.”
“Hans isn’t going anywhere,” Thomas said. “At least, I don’t want him to.” He stroked the side of Hans’s face. “I love him too.”
Hans went from devastated to overflowing with emotion in a microsecond. He smiled and closed his eyes against the sting of tears. “I love you. Both of you.”
“You’re growing hard again,” Thomas said, laughing. “I can feel it. Do you want to do something about that?”
“You must be pretty worn out by now.”
“I doubt I could come again,” Thomas admitted. “Not for an hour or so, anyway. But I think you can fuck me again if you take it slow.”
Boris roused himself from the torpor he normally drifted into after he’d had an orgasm. “No. I am vetoing this. If you need more fucking, you can stick it in my ass. Thomas will probably be in severe pain tomorrow as it is.”
Thomas laughed. “It’s hard for me to say. Things are kind of numb down there”

“I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to get maudlin,” Thomas said, smiling, though it was tinged with bitterness. “I guess I wanted to explain why I cling so hard to the family I’ve put together since then. I was so alone when my they threw me away. I don’t want to be alone again.”
“You aren’t. You’re less alone than ever. Boris loves you, and now I do too. Two people are more than one—that’s simple arithmetic.”
Thomas pulled him into an embrace, kissing him gently on the neck. “It is. I didn’t know it was possible to love two men at the same time, but I do.”
“You like having everything tidy and organized.”
“Oh, I do, do I?”
“This is allowed,” Hans said sternly. “That isn’t allowed. Other things are allowed on Tuesdays if it’s past sunset and the moon is full. It’s okay if the rules change, as long as they do so in an orderly fashion”

“Is that what you want? To have your own place?”
“Isn’t it what you want?” Hans asked, his resolve weakening.
Thomas pulled him into an embrace. “Don’t be dumb. This is your home now. We agreed you’d move back into your room while the relatives were here, but as soon as they’re gone, Boris and I want you back in our bed.”
Hans sank gratefully against his broad chest, and a moment later, Boris pressed up against his back, making a Hans sandwich. He sighed contentedly.
“Did we not settle all this?” Boris asked “We love you. We are a family.”
“I know that,” Hans said, “but a lot of boyfriends live apart.”
Thomas squeezed him tight. “Not us.” He eased up, so Hans could breathe again. “We have plenty of room for you here. We want you to live with us.”
“Do you want that too, puppy?” Boris asked, nuzzling his nape.
Hans sighed. All of this rubbing together of bodies was causing his cock to swell. “Yes,” he said.
Then they made love

“Teach me something fun. I’m sick of reading about train stations.”
“Like what?”
Hans tried to think of something disgusting or incredibly vulgar. “How about ‘Fuck me, Boris.’?”
Thomas went a little pale, but Boris giggled and kicked him again. “And Thomas says I am a pig. But I do not like fucking. I like to be fucked.”
“So do I,” Hans said. They were straying into dangerous territory, but he had a strong desire to let them know what he’d prefer if they ever went there. They’d never dared talk about it until now.
“Then you will have to ask Thomas to do it,” Boris said. “He is very good at it.”
Thomas looked uncomfortable. “I’m not sure we should be talking about this, guys. Fucking is for me and Boris. We already decided that.”
Nobody tried to laugh it off as a joke. They all knew they weren’t really joking. Hans gave them a wistful half-smile and said, “I know. I shouldn’t have said anything.”