Free Goldilocks and His Three Bears by AM Riley

in his arms and bent into the kiss.
    “Man.” Scott's voice was breathy when they separated. “Want you.”
    “C'mon,” hummed Jim.
    Scott was orally fixated. He freely admitted it. He'd quit smoking, but he still liked having things in his mouth. Especially wide, hard things that stretched his mouth so good.
    “Oh, oh, ooooohhhh.”
    Jim was enjoying it too. Scott would have smiled, but his mouth couldn't stretch that far. Jim had both big arms flung out on the water bed, big legs shaking too either side of Scott's head. His cock pulsed, and Scott felt the latex of the condom swell. Jim whimpered, and the condom swelled some more.
    Way too full for even his eager mouth, and Scott gently let Jim's cock slip from his lips. He nuzzled those fuzzy balls, slipping the condom free and giving Jim's cock one long, longing lick.
    Jim lay there, his chest rising and falling. His hand found and petted Scott's head. “I'll roll over,” he said.
    “Nah,” said Scott. “Just gimme that big hand there.” Jim cracked an eye open and looked at him sideways.
    “You sure?”
    Jim rolled onto his side and gathered Scott against him. He ran his hands over him slowly and finally grasped that big prick in spit-slicked fingers. Scott clung to him, legs open, mouth eager under Jim's while Jim pulled his cock with long, sure strokes, jerking him off slowly and so lovingly that Scott curled up and came on a long-drawn-out moan of happiness.
    “Thanks, sugar.” He breathed against Jim's chest.
    They fell asleep wrapped around each other.
    Scott noted the pillow Brian sat on at the breakfast table the next morning, but he chose not to comment.
    “Mornin', sugar,” he said, popping him one in the arm. “So when you movin’ in?”
    Brian looked at Paul.
    “Brian will need us to help him this weekend,” said Paul. “Are you free?”
    “You betchya,” said Scott. “You need help packing, Brian?”
    Brian shook his head, eyes on his bowl of cereal. Scott studied him. Looked up quizzically at Jim, who was busy at the counter with toast.
    “What's going on?”
    Jim calmly spread jelly. “Is Brian allowed to speak, Paul?”
    “Not today,” said Paul.
    “What?” Scott stared around the room at each man. “What the hell?”
    Brian's cheeks were pink. He cast a pleading glance at Paul, who shook his head gently. “No,” he said. “Remember.”
    Scott slammed to his feet, threw his napkin on the table, and stomped out of the kitchen. Brian's lips compressed, and his face went redder.
    Jim sighed. “I'll take care of it,” he said. And he followed Scott into the commotion in his room.
    “I don't want to hear it,” said Scott, slamming drawers, stuffing what looked like socks and underwear into a duffel.
    “Scott, I understand how it looks to you but... ”
    “I said"— Scott jabbed a thumb at Jim—"I don't want to hear it. How can you... just stand there while he... he infantilizes him?”
    “That isn't what's happening, Scott.”
    Scott zipped the duffel bag with a vicious movement, then sat down on his bed. “Fuck.”
    “I'm going to talk to Paul,” said Jim. “He and Brian aren't the only ones involved in this relationship. Will you wait for me to talk to him?”
    Scott ran both hands over his head. “Christ.”
    Jim sat slowly down on the bed next to him. One of his hands landed on Scott's back. Warm and comforting. “I'd rather you didn't leave.”
    “I don't want to leave, sweetie. I... I... ”
    “Please,” said Jim, softly. Scott looked up at him, frowned. Put his own arm around Jim's back. Petted the man's chest and let his hand play at the curling beard.
    “You okay?”
    “Of course.” Jim's hand found Scott's and fondled his fingers, raised them to touch his lips. “I want us all to find our balance here. Can you let us do that?”
    “Yes.” Scott's arms came around Jim and held on.
    When Jim spoke to Paul later, he tried to explain Scott's position.
    “I really hadn't thought of it like that,”