Author's Note: Part 21 is told from Dad's perspective.
All characters are over 18
I pulled Kyle into a big hug and kissed him deeply. He was as much my son as Jack now. In many ways, Kyle was the glue that kept us together. He was the catalyst that opened us up sexually.
After kissing him for a while. I held him close. As Jack pointed out, we hadn't been alone yet.
I held him to me for a little while stroking his hair and planting kisses on his head. "You're so very special, son." I told him. I wasn't sure if I'd called him 'son' before. It felt right.
"Oh, Daddy!" He exclaimed and hugged me tight. It was clear he meant it in a non-sexual context. He tended to get overwhelmed at emotional moments.
"It's ok, baby." I reassured him and stroked his back. Danny and Jack joined me in comforting Kyle. Jack and Danny joined me in stroking his back and hair.
"Hey." I said softly and tipped his face to meet mine. "It's ok. You're safe. You're loved. You're needed. You're desired." I punctuated each statement with a light kiss on his lips. The waterworks were going now. I wiped the tears from his cheeks.
I smiled warmly at him. How could anyone feel anything but love for this young man? I wondered to myself. What kind of monster treats this dear boy like less of a person?
"Danny, Jack. I'm going to show this wonderful boy just how much I love him." I announced. Jack was right. I was overdue to make love to my other son. I led Kyle to my and Danny's bedroom.
I took Kyle by the hand and stopped him near the bed. I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply. I channeled all of my love for him into that kiss. I wanted him to know exactly how I felt.
I was tender and caring with him. I took off his shirt and then removed his pants and underwear. "You're beautiful, Kyle." I told him. He smiled shyly at me. I lay him down on our bed and removed my clothes.
I looked down at my wonderful son and then lay down on top of him. I stroked his hair and cheek as I stared into his blue eyes. "I'm so lucky to have you." I told him.
I wanted Kyle to know how much he meant to me, to us. I needed him to know. I needed him to feel it.
"Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much." He croaked. He was still emotional. I stroked him gently. I was in no rush. We had all the time that we needed.
"I love you, son." I reaffirmed. "As long as I have a roof over my head, you'll have a place to stay."
Kyle kissed me and pulled me on top of him. He moaned into my mouth and started grinding our cocks together. He was also being really tender. For both of us this was less about sex and more about expressing our love.
I thought how Manny and Dro were with each other. I think it affected us both more than we realize. Kyle had bad experiences with his own father. All I wanted was to be here for him.
We kissed tenderly and slowly rubbed against each other. Kyle put his arms around me and held me close to him.
"Please, Daddy." He said. "I would love to feel you inside me." He looked at me with such tenderness. I nodded and reached for the lube.
I lubed us both up and slid into him easily. We both moaned loudly. "Is that ok?" I asked him.
"Yes, Daddy. I love the feeling of you inside me." Kyle said and rolled his hips, working my cock inside of him.
"You feel great, son." I told him and started to gently thrust in and out of him. I felt such a connection to him. It was different than the connection that I felt to Jack. Jack would always be my son. We had all chosen Kyle.
"I love you, Kyle." I said and continued to gently fuck him. I was aware of how passive he was being, so I grabbed his cock and stroked him in time with my thrusts. "Let Daddy take care of you." I felt that this is what he wanted.
"Thank you, Daddy." He said. And that was it. I fucked him until we both came. It was about as vanilla as could be but we had both had wild. That wasn't what we needed from each other.
We both needed to establish bond of love between father and son. He needed me to take care of him. I needed to care for him.
"How are you doing?" I asked. He seemed to be better now but I suspect that he still needs to work through some trauma.
"I feel better, Dad. Thank you. That was really nice. I'm so lucky to have you, Jack, and Danny." He said softly.
"We wouldn't be a family if it wasn't for you." I told him. He smiled sweetly up at me. I thought that whatever happened between Jack and Kyle, that he would always be my son.
I was sure that they were destined to be in each other's lives for a long time. They were both crazy about each other. Danny and I were crazy for both of them. And I was crazy for Danny, I realized not for the first time.
Kyle and I cuddled for a little while before Jack and Danny came into the room and snuggled in next to us. They had given us our time together and I guessed that they wanted to come and bask in the afterglow.
Jack held Kyle's phone up. The phone showed that he had a message from his brother Matt. I said that he should invite his brother over for dinner, if that was ok with Danny and Jack.
Danny and Jack exchanged a look that I couldn't quite decipher. Danny said that it was ok. Jack nodded and looked at Danny with suspicion. I wasn't quite sure what was going on but I trusted them both, so I decided not to question it. I'm sure that I would find out soon enough.
Kyle and I showered and got dressed while Jack offered to help Danny with meal prep. There was still a couple of hours before Matt arrived, so there was plenty of time. Kyle and I joined them in the kitchen once we were done getting ready.
To my surprise, Jack and Danny were standing there waiting for us. Jack took Kyle by the hand and pulled him close. Danny smiled broadly at me and cleared his throat.
"Mike, these past weeks have been the happiest of my life. I can't imagine my life without you and I don't want to. I love you with all my heart." Danny said as he closed the distance and stood next to me.
Danny pulled a ring box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a diamond studded platinum band. "Will you be my husband?" He asked a little nervously. I was completely floored but my heart new the answer.
"Yes, Danny. I will be your husband." I said through tears of joy. I kissed him and he put the ring on my finger.
I pulled him into a tight embrace. "I love you so much, Danny. You make me so happy!" I sniffed. I looked to the boys and saw that Jack was holding Kyle who was crying openly.
Danny must have noticed as well. We both opened our embrace to include the boys. The four of us held each other and kissed. I wondered how long it would be before Jack and Kyle got engaged to each other.
"I know this was less than a romantic proposal, Mike. I had planned to do it during dinner. You know candles and all that." Danny offered apologetically.
That explained the look between Jack and him. He must have let Jack in on the plan. I told Danny that none of that mattered, only the proposal itself.
That moment was starting to sink in. I was 40 years old and getting married for the first time. I looked at my husband to be. It was worth the wait. I was crazy about Danny.
Our little family was one step closer to becoming an official, legally recognized, family. All that remained was for us to find a way to apply legal status to Kyle. I supposed that Danny and I could adopt him but then Jack could end up marrying his brother.
All that would have to wait for another day. We needed to get ready for Matt's visit. Kyle volunteered to be sous chef for Danny, so Jack and I worked to tidy up the apartment.
We found ourselves back in the master bedroom, remaking the bed and putting things away. Once we finished, Jack pulled me into a hug and kissed me.
"I'm so happy for you, Dad." He said as he pulled away slightly. "I'm happy you and Danny found each other." He kissed me lightly now.
"Me too, Jack. You and Kyle gave me the courage to open myself up to possibilities, to happiness. I love our family." I continued to kiss my son. My heart was so full of love for my three men, but especially for my son.
"I love the man that you've become." I whispered to him. "I'm so very proud of you. I hope you know that I will always be proud of you."
"I know, Dad. Me too." Jack said and pressed his groin to mine. He was getting hard, which was getting me going too.
"We just made the bed, Jack." I joked. We both laughed.
"I know, Dad. We haven't really connected lately, is all. I miss you." Jack broke my heart a little when he said that. We'd both been busy with our boyfriends, now my fiancΓ©, and the move.
"I know, buddy. I'm sorry. I miss you too. Soon, I promise." I kissed him lightly. Jack has always been understanding. I've always taught him to be honest about his feelings. I didn't take it as a complaint.