“Hello?”

“Was it you?” I whispered my voice shaking.

“Was it me what?”

“Marcel, the doctor! Dr.Zephyr. Transferring my dad, relocating the treatment to France.” I cried out emotionally.

“Uh…No.” he replied simply.

I cried into the phone as I sat down on my bed. “Marcel….”

“Hey, hey don’t cry….this is supposed to make you happy. You’re supposed to be happy right now okay.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “I love you. I’m sorry we fought. I’m sorry.” I whispered, sniffling back my snot. “God, I don’t…I don’t even know how we’re going to repay you. You’ve done so much. So much already….oh my God….”

“Repay what? I told you, I didn’t do anything.” Marcel sucked his teeth. “Now stop crying and maybe I’ll see you in Paris.” He ended softly.

I nodded. Too moved to even speak.

“Eloise…”

“Yeah…”

“I love you okay.” He whispered.

I wanted to tell him I loved him also but as soon as I opened my mouth, only sobs and more tears filled the air.

“Okay, I’m going to hang up.” He stated and promptly proceeded to do so.

If I wasn’t so emotionally, I would have laughed. God what had I done in my life to receive this?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I mean I started off good. Than I left engineering for an easy political science major that I actually never put to use. I had a horrible track record in relationships. Never even managed to have a career, just working one job to another whenever I wanted.

I ran off to an island to escape responsibility. For a minute I was frozen in time and reality just smacked me in the face.

Yet here I was. Here I was, having found the loves of my life. Yet still hiding behind—-what? What was I hiding behind?

I was nothing extraordinary. Just a country girl that always wanted adventure. Now that I found it, I was ashamed of it.

Completely and utterly ashamed.

They didn’t deserve that. Not at all.

They fucking crossed the seas just to see me and I didn’t even have the decency to properly introduce them to my family. Because of what? Cause of what? What people would say? What my parents would think of me? Joseph is literally an angel in my father’s eyes and my mom is basically eating out of Marcel’s hands.

Would they not be happy for me?

And even if they weren’t…it was my life was it not?

My boys. My body. My decisions.

Eloise Perry Grady, that portrait brought tears to your entire family, their presence brought laughter in the house, they fucking came through in your father’s medical bills and yet I’m ashamed to claim them as mine?

Who the fuck did I think I was?

I couldn’t be like this.

**

“Are you done packing?”

I shrugged and sat on the couch. “No, not really, I’m still packing somethings.” I answered as mom continued folding the clothes in front of her.

“Paris! Can you believe it? Oh and Janine just emailed me the condo we’ll be staying. I cannot wait to brag to all my friend’s about Marcel.” Virginia grinned. “I tell you those gay guys are rich. It’s always wise to befriend them.”

I slowly exhaled and rubbed my arm. “Mom…I’m not coming to Paris with you and dad.”

Virginia turned to me in confusion. “What are you talking about? Of course you are. There’s no point in you staying here. Besides we’ll finally go see the Eiffel Tower like we wanted to when you were 8.”

“I’m not staying here either.”

Virginia stopped her folding and turned to me in confusion. “What the hell is going on with you? You just want to up and leave your father and I when we need——“

“Stop.” I cut her off. “Don’t continue with that sentence. Don’t….don’t guilt me. Mom please…not anymore.”

Virginia huffed. “I’m not guilting nothing. I’m just speaking the truth—-“

“You have to let me go.” I said seriously. “I know I’m your only child.” I whispered. “I know you invested so much in me because you wanted me to be great.”

“Lots of good that did.” She sucked her teeth and angrily continued folding her clothes. “You’re being ungrateful—-“

“I’m sorry, I didn’t become the engineer that you wanted me to become so that you could brag to your friends.”

My mom once again slowed down her folding.

“I’m sorry, I’m not going to marry some mega church pastor and have tons of blameless kids.”

“Okay, I didn’t say all that…” she shook her head. “I just want what’s best.”

“I’m sorry, I’m a disappointment.” I cracked. “And you raised me to never disappoint and yet, here I am..” I shrugged, arms wide open.

Virginia put the clothes down and sat on the couch. She put her hand over her heart. “You just…you just need a little push in the right direction.” She took my hand. “That’s what mothers are for.”

I truly looked at my mom. I mean really looked at her for the first time in a couple years. All the nagging. The yelling, the judging, they were just words. Words coming out of the mouth of a woman who was afraid. Afraid to lose. Lose her respect. Lose her husband. Lose her daughter.

So she held on tight. And even tighter than before. Tightening the cord, lest it break.

And I let her. Always falling back into her trap. Always giving in to her hysterics.

I lunged on her and put my arms around my mother tightly. I closed my eyes and squeezed hard, my nostrils filled with the same nostalgic perfume she wore for years.

“Wha—-wh—-child what the hell is wrong with you?” She demanded, but made no moves to push me off.

I pulled away slightly and stared up at her. “Mom….I love you okay. And dad is going to be fine. And I’m going to visit. But I’m not coming to Paris.”

She sucked her teeth. “This child, I swear…..” she trailed off.

I reached up and cupped her cheek. “I’ve been putting my money in y’alls retirement account mama. Y’all don’t need me.” I sighed. “And I don’t want to be here.”

“Fine, go on then leave us to wither away and the next thing you know we’re both dead——“

I climbed off the couch and stared at her softly.”That’s not gonna work.”

She glared at me and pursed her lips. “Fine!” She stood and resumed the laundry. “Humph!”

I stared at her, waiting for her to turn back and acknowledge me.

She didn’t turn, but she did speak. “Where are you running off to now anyways huh? Antarctica? The North Pole? As far from home as possible?”

“I’m going to go back to the island.” I responded carefully. “I’m going to go back to….Joseph and Marcel.”

My mom put her hands on her hips and turned to me. “Don’t you think you’ve overstayed your welcome? How much longer are you going to take their generosity for granted? One day they’re not going to need a roommate anymore and then what? You gonna come crawling home cause you’re homeless?”

I stared at the carpet trying to gather my courage and my words.

“Leave those nice men alone. Let them do their own thing. Look sister Patricia has a nephew in Brussels who is just the most handsome——“

“Mom….you know they’re not gay right?”

Virginia frowned and then waved off my comment. “What are you talking about? Anyways, his name is——“

“No mom stop. Stop.” I cut her off. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you honestly think they’re gay.”

Virginia lifted her head defiantly. “They’re gay…..”

I stared back at her.

“Of course they are, what else would they be?”

I held her gaze.

“Stop looking at me like that Ellie.” She waved her hand. “Stop talking nonesense.”

I didn’t waver. It was now or never.

“Eloise Grady!” Virginia scolded. “Don’t stand there wallowing in confusion—-“

“They’re my boyfriends.”

“Impossible.” She didn’t even miss a beat.

“I love them.”

“Now you’re just trying to upset me.”

“I want to be with them.” I continued.

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” She scowled.

I stared at my mom in silence as she resumed folding her clothes.

“That doesn’t even make any sense. What is wrong with this child? Talking nonsense left and right. If you want to leave then leave. Talking about I want to be with them. With two gay men? You want to be with two gay men? What sense does that make? Lies from the bottomless pit of hell is what that is. Coming here spewing this talk about I love them. You my child are confused. Those guys are as gay as——“

I stared in confusion at my moms abrupt halt to her monologue. She stared off in confusion and then looked up at the painting above the mantle piece. She slowly brought her attention back to the clothes as if she was confused as to what she was doing.

She whipped her head to me accusingly. “What in the devil’s name are you telling me Eloise!”

I took a step back, my mother using my government name was never a good sign. I shrugged. “I fell in love with two guys.”

“Oh Lord Jesus!” Virginia grabbed her chest. “I’ve been bamboozzled…you—-you—-wait till your father hears this nonsense—-“

“Well technically dad already knows.” I whispered.

“WHAT IS GOING ON IN MY HOUSEHOLD?”

I held my tongue, wanting her to take a couple minutes to get whatever she needed off her chest.

She dropped the clothes and threw her hands up. “HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? HOW DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE. IN LOVE WITH TWO GUYS? TWO GAY GUYS? AND YOU SAY THEY’RE NOT GAY? YOU SAID YOU BROUGHT LIES AND DECEPTION INTO MY HOUSE? I JUST WELCOMED THEM INTO MY HUMBLE ABODE AND NOW YOU’RE TELLING ME THIS? HAVE YOU GONE INSANE? THAT IS THE ONLY LOGICAL REASONS AS TO WHY THOSE WORDS EVEN CAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH ELOISE! THIS IS HEATHEN BEHVAIOR! HEATHEN BEHAVIOR I TELL YOU! WHERE HAVE I GONE WRONG? LORD WHERE? WHERE HAVE I GONE WRONG WITH THIS CHILD? I’VE TRIED AND TRIED AND YET LORD JESUS YOU HAVE TURNED YOUR FACE FROM ME. YOU HAVE TURNED YOUR BACK ON YOUR FAITHFUL SERVANT.”

I quietly sat down on the couch as she paced around the living room talking into the void. This was going to take awhile. And honestly, it was taking everything in me not to laugh. It was supposed to be a serious and heartbreaking moment for me to tell my mom but her theatrics had somehow pushed away my fear as I watched her calling out to anybody that could hear her.

According to her I had fallen from grace and there was no going back. I smiled to myself, I guess I didn’t want to go back.

I watched my mom. I loved her. I truly did, but maybe it was those few years being gone, but I was more entertained than ashamed. She was going to get tired of talking soon. I'll just wait it out.

**

“Here...” I whispered pouring her a glass of the wine, I had opened 30 minutes later.

Virginia sighed and accepted the glass.

I sat across from her. The drama having made its way to the kitchen 10 minutes ago.

My mom swirled the wine and took the smallest of sip before settling back in her chair. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” she whispered. “I don’t want you to----” She shook her head and picked up her glass and this time took a big gulp.

“I know this is strange and weird and different and I’ll be lying if I tell you, I know how this goes. I don’t.” I admitted. “I don’t at all. But....when I’m with them...everything fits so nice.”

Virginia shook her head. “That boy is an entire mess.” she whispered.

I smiled. “Marcel?”

My mom chuckled and I laughed with her. She sighed heavily. “I don’t think this works....” she looked at me sadly. “How do you three even-----” she shook her head. “Don’t even answer that.”

“I wasn’t going to.” I assured her.

“Ellie-----”

“Can you just.....support me on this?” I whispered taking her hand in mine. “If it works, if it doesn’t....just.....let me have it.”

A tear ran down my mother’s face. “Oh, my daughter’s going to hell.” she cried and pulled me in a hug.

“Mom seriously?”

“Promise me, you protect yourself. Protect yourself first and foremost, the heart is a fragile thing to break and those two boys are way too charming.”

“Oh my God, that’s acceptance.” I whispered in disbelief.

“No, that’s me going to work extra hard to find you a husband.” she whispered and kissed the top of my head.

**

“Oh my god, is anybody home!” I yelled, knocking obnoxiously loud on the door. What was taking so long.

“I heard you the first thousand times.” The grumpy voice spoke from behind the door. “I was in the shower. “

“My bad......” I sang.

“Goddammit!”

I jumped back at the loud smack from the other side.

“The fucking code again!” He swore again. I could hear the beeping and the indicator that whatever button he was pushing was wrong.

“Jesus fucking Chri---we need to change this shit.”

I smiled as I held myself straight.

“Sorry, I don’t know why he keeps insisting on this lock.” The door opened wider.

I was greeted by a glistening still wet bare chest. Trickles of water slid down his chest creating a perfect path down to his skinny abs. He had his large beige towel wrapped but hanging dangerously low where sprinkles of fine brown hair could be seen.

“Hi.” I grinned with a small a wave. Did my voice sound breathless? Was it sexy? Did he miss it?

I actually don’t think I’d ever caught Marcel off guard. At least not to this extent where he was staring absolutely cluelessly at me.

“Eloise...” He whispered in disbelief.

“Did I surprise you?” I teased giggling.

Marcel grabbed my face, his lips immediately capturing mine. I moaned into his kiss and held on to his arms as our mouths fought for dominance.

It had been so hard keeping this a secret for an entire week. I had talked to them only twice last week so as not to give anything away. I had wanted them to believe I was on my way to Paris.

Marcel yanked me inside the house. Slamming the door behind us, he pressed me against the front door. Tilting my head to deepen the kiss, his tongue tangoed with mine as I ran my hands down his body. I grabbed his ass and squeezed the muscle proudly, his towel dropped to the floor.

“Yumm, I think you’ve missed me.” I laughed, pulling away from the kiss. “My bags are outside.”

Marcel grabbed my face again. “You fucking-----got me.” He whispered breathlessly. He kissed me again hard and I laughed.

“I need to get my bags.” I chuckled. He didn’t look like he was going to release me, so I moved out of his hold and opened the front door. “Besides I thought I was going to miss the Garden Festival so I was like searching everywhere for a flight that would land this afternoon and not tonight like 99% of the other flights.” I explained as I grabbed a suitcase.

Marcel stepped out butt naked, his erection saluting anybody who may have the faintest notion to look up from the beach.

“Marcel!” I yelled as he bent down and grabbed the other suitcase. He grinned as I rushed over to cover him from any spectators. Immediately shooing him back inside. “That is indecent exposure.”

“There's nothing indecent about this exposure.” He remarked closing the front door swiftly, caging me between his body and the door. He smirked. His green eyes dark with lust as his erection poked my belly.

I grinned at him.

His eyes roamed my face before he reached down and took my hand. Without hesitation he closed my fingers around his thick member and closed his eyes. He immediately moaned as he jerked into my hands.

I mean, I for one have absolutely no issue in getting aroused immediately. This was a wonderful way to get welcomed back.

Marcel’s hands carressed my neck and then my shoulders as he fucked my hand. “Eloise....” he moaned cupping my breasts.

“Yes.” I whispered, tightening my hold on him.

“Aaaaa....uhmmm....Eloise.....”

“What is it?” I teased, running my finger over his slit, covering it with his precum as I coated him again.

Marcel lowered his head, pressing his forehead against mine. “Fuck me.” He begged.

My eyes widened. “With pleasure.” I moaned as I tilted my head up to kiss him.

**

Oh....oh.....

Why was I still surprised when Marcel always meant, exactly what he said.

I stared down as he adjusted the harness.

“Good?” He asked as he ran his warm hands over my exposed ass and squeezed it playfully.

I looked down at the strap on, he’d bought for me. Literally bought for me. I mean we’d rushed up to my room and it was in a box on my desk with a note.

-wanna try?

And he’d gotten me naked in record time and now here I was. Standing before him as he sat on the edge of my bed with a nice sized dark brown dildo strapped around my midsection.

“What do you think?” He whispered looking up at me as he ran his hands over my thighs.

I giggled. “Marcel has anybody told you, you’re an actual freak?”

He grinned. “One or two people.”

I giggled and ran my hand over my new found attachment. “This is insane.” I whispered. “I never knew I wanted a dick.” I admitted honestly.

Marcel chuckled and kissed my stomach. He winked and lowered his head. Opening his mouth, I watched as he let the dildo slide in his mouth. My mouth dropped open. He pulled out slowly and brought his tongue out, tracing the sex toy.

The mind is a wonderful thing because it took things at face value.

For example right now, it had me completely convinced that Marcel was in fact sucking my dick and I could feel his tongue and the wetness it left behind even though there was no way that was really happening.

I put my hand on his shoulders as his hand dropped and he grabbed his erection, jerking himself off. He moved his head and bit my thigh, sucking on the flesh.

I moaned and ran my hands through his hair.

He grabbed me and brought me flush against him. His warm dick against my thigh as he lowered my head down to his. I kissed him hungrily as he scooted back on the bed, pulling me with him.

I laughed from the excitement as I climbed on top of him and shoved him down.

He arched an eyebrow up in surprise. His smile wide as he stared up at me.

“One second.” I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room to their room. I hurridly went to the side drawer where they kept their lube and rushed back to my room.

I made a show of posing by the door. “Okay, let’s begin.”

Marcel sat up on his elbows chuckling as he watched me.

“Hey, I think I’ve learned a lot watching you guys.” I admitted happily as I jumped back on the bed. “I’m so prepared for this. I feel like I've waited my whole life for this.” I exclaimed as I poured the lube on my hand.

Marcel laid back down and just watched me with a content smile on his face.

I did a little dance as I lubbed up my brand new dick.

He chuckled.

I hovered over him and grabbed his dick.

He hissed and closed his eyes. Immediately arching up towards me. I grinned and ran the lube up and down his length, just a little, but then one hand stayed to jerk him off as the other trailed down further. My hand caressing his balls, before rubbing the delicate skin right below it.

He moaned.

I continued and ran my fingers down his ass crack.

Marcel lifted his hips.

Proud of myself I kept doing just that, my finger twirling softly around his pink pucker.

Marcel exhaled loudly, his eyes open he watched me, lips parted.

I smiled and lowered my head. Rubbing his dick, I brought myself even lower, my nose against his balls as I let my tongue trace the line down the back of his balls to his taint.

“Fuck.....” Marcel moaned.

Pressing firmly with my tongue, I went back and forth as I sped up my hand movements. His dick slippery and rock hard in my hand..

“Eloise....fuck....fuck....”Marcel groaned, parting his legs more to give me better access.

Enjoying myself and the unrestrained reaction. I released his dick and lowered myself flat on the bed. I parted his ass and dove head first, tongue out, licking his ass with as much enthusiasm as I’d seen him and Joseph do to me and each other many times before.

Marcel threw his head further into the pillow as he grabbed his dick.

There wasn’t really anything to it. It seems when you broke one taboo, it was easy to break them all. Besides, Marcel tasted fresh as fuck, he had just gotten out the shower not too long ago.

“Eloise fuck me....fuck me....” He begged pulling on shoulder.

I looked up surprise. Did I just make Marcel beg? My mouth widened, feeling a strange sense of power wash over me.

“Gloat later.” Marcel ordered as he sat up and grabbed the lube I'd dropped on the bed. He squeezed too much in a hurry but didn’t care. His lips crashed against me as he lubed my dick, followed by running the remains thoroughly between his ass cheeks.

He sat back and grabbed me, pulling me closer to him. I settled between his legs and grabbed the dildo in anticipation. Marcel parted his own ass cheeks, giving me complete and utter permission to do with him as I wanted.

That thought alone, sent white hot lust to flow through my body. I leaned over him and probed him. Moving the tip of the dildo around slightly and then applying a bit more pleasure, watching in awe as I was allowed a slight entrance.

I looked up to him watching me. “What?” I whispered smiling.

“You’re really enjoying yourself.” He remarked in amusement.

I probed a little deeper and grinned. “I told you, I think I was born for this.” I penetrated him more.

The groan of satisfaction I received from him was my reward on doing a good job.

I realized he’d let go of his ass and had now grabbed my hips, adjusting us slightly on the bed. He gave me as subtle nod and I pulled back ever so slightly and then dug in deeper.

“Is this good?” I asked, unsure of where I stood now.

Marcel grinned and brought his knees up. “Oh I don’t know Eloise....is this what you call fucking?” He teased.

I gasped and thrusted into him. He groaned in satisfaction and I almost came. I pulled back and did it again, a foreign sense of possessiveness filling me. I leaned down and kissed him as I moved in and out of him. I grabbed his erection between our bodies and jerked him off.

His moans and cursing was like music to my ears. What the hell is this how guys felt when they fuck us? Is this where the feeling of entitlement springs from? Because I felt like the biggest badass on the planet, knowing that I was the one making Marcel moan underneath me. His legs up, completely vulnerable to me at my mercy.

I brought my hand back down to the sensitive area between his ass and his balls that drove him crazy. I rubbed firmly in upward strokes as I fucked him, having now found my perfect rhythm.

“Fuck.....fuck.....god....Eloise.....fuck I’m gonna cum.....” he gasped. His hand grabbed his dick as he jerked uncontrollably. Mouth parted, his eyes shut in beautiful agony as his cum shot all over his chest and belly.

I slowed down, mesmerized as he gasped and squeezed his dick some more. “Eloise....jesus......” Marcel collapsed on the bed, his body relaxing completely.

I was elated as I carefully and slowly pulled out of him, watching his chest moving up and down as he tried to collect his breath. Laying down next to him, I grinned stupidly as I watched you.

“You’re my bitch now.” I whispered teasingly.

“I’ve always been your bitch.” He replied without missing a beat. He groaned and opened his eyes to look at me.

I giggled and he shook his head with a lazy smile.

“Give me half an hour, we’ll see who’s giggling next.” He added breathlessly.

We looked a each other and burst out laughing. Marcel turned on his side and put his arm around me. “I love you. Thanks for coming back.”

I wanted to cry.

“I saw the suitcases downstairs!”

We heard the rushing up the stairs.

Marcel and I turned our heads as Joseph burst through my door.

“LEE!”

“JOE!” I exclaimed sitting up on the bed.

Without hesitation, he jumped on the bed and almost toppled me. I laughed as our mouths found each other, latching on desperately.

“You’re supposed to be in Paris.” Joe pulled back emotionally. He cupped my face and kissed me hard.

“I was....but....” I took a deep breath and nuzzled my nose against his. “I belonged here with you guys. And I wanted to come home.”

He smoothed down my hair in concern. “But your mom----”

“I told her.”

“You did?” They both whispered in shock. Marcel sat up from his post sex bliss.

I nodded. “She’s trying to find me a husband. But I did. I told her I fell in love with two guys and it is what it is.” I grinned

Joseph and Marcel looked at each other before turning to me.

“So here I am.” I laughed, arms out. “Back with my boys.”

Joseph’s eyes drifted down to take in my state of undress and the strap on around my hip. He arched an eyebrow and turned to Marcel before looking back to me. “I missed a party.” He pouted.

I giggled and sat up on my knees. “Can I fuck you?”

Joseph’s mouth dropped as he stared at me in shock.

“It’s gone to her head.” Marcel replied lazily falling back down on the bed.

I watched the blond guy chuckle and reach for his shirt. He pulled it off swiftly and threw it on the floor. “Yes, please.” He whispered grabbing me as we both tumbled back on the bed.

I kissed Joseph eagerly as he fumbled to pull his pants down. Marcel slapped the blond guy’s ass lazily and we all laughed.

I could get used to this. Loving them. Loving us. Me and my boys.

THE END