just let him sleep while I drove. I’d texted Will on the way out, and he’d responded to say he was wrapping up with a project. That probably meant I’d have to nudge him when I got home, but probably not too hard—he was as excited as I was about giving Kelly that gift we’d been planning.
Transitioning to the three of us living together hadn’t been without its bumps—three people living in the same house were bound to butt heads—but it had been surprisingly easy. The three of us were pretty chill about most things, and we were good about respecting boundaries. We were careful about not neglecting each other, either. The risk of someone becoming a third wheel was one we all took seriously, and we made sure to spend time together as couples as well as a trio. We all spent time alone and respected each other’s need for space.
If Kelly was working when Will and I met for our lunch dates at Bold Brew, he’d join us if he could take a break. If nothing else, he’d always stop and say hello, and we’d all exchange a little flirting before returning to our respective jobs. If Kelly was off that day, he joined us sometimes, depending on his plans. So Will and I still had our one-on-one lunch dates, and we had lunch dates with Kelly, and it worked perfectly.
It helped that we’d had, well, some help. Tom was pretty familiar with the marriage counselors in town, including who was queer-friendly, and he’d given us some recommendations. The first two hadn’t worked out well—they’d both been queer-friendly, but one clearly had issues with kink and the other thought of polyamory as, quote, “a means for a failing couple to ensure themselves a soft landing when they finally do themselves a favor and split up.” No, thank you.
The third time was the charm, though, and we’d found a counselor who was kinky herself and was part of, as she called it, a polycule. Apparently that was what some people in the community called their groups, since they vaguely resembled molecules once all the people and relationships were mapped out. I dug it. We’d only been seeing her for about two months, but I was already optimistic that she could help us learn to navigate this complex new direction.
Even better, she’d immediately recognized that Kelly had unresolved issues relating to his father and his grief, and she’d referred him to a therapist who was now three appointments into helping him unpack it all. It would be a long road, but he had someone there to help, and Will and I had his back while he worked his way through it.
And a couple of weeks ago, Will had surprised us both by giving Kelly a collar. It was a similar style to mine—slim, but heavy—in a deep red instead of black. Will still stressed sometimes about whether he was enough for two submissives, and whether he could handle dominating both of us, but he was committed. He knew we both understood he had his limits, and we were both ready and willing any time he needed us to take care of him. The collar had symbolized Will overcoming his fear of not being enough, and it had made Kelly feel even more like he was part of this unorthodox little family.
Smiling to myself, I turned down our familiar street. Yes, I’d resisted polyamory in the beginning, but that resistance was long gone. None of us were perfect, but we were perfect for each other, and I would be thankful forever that I was lucky enough to have two amazing men who loved me and loved each other.
I pulled into the garage and shut off the engine. Kelly didn’t stir, so I gently patted his thigh. “Hey. You awake?”
“Hmm?” His eyelids fluttered, and then he sat up. “Shit, did I fall asleep?
I smiled. “It’s okay.”
We got out of the car and headed inside. We were just walking into the kitchen when Will came in with his coffee cup in hand.
He smiled. “So the house is unloaded?”
Kelly groaned theatrically. “Done and gone. Thank God.”
“Awesome.” Will fist-bumped him.
“Man.” Kelly leaned against the counter. “I’m amazed at how tired I am after that. What the hell?”
“You’ve been stressing about it for weeks.” I patted his shoulder. “No one’s surprised if you crash afterward.”
Nodding, he grunted.
“Hmm.” Will glanced at me, then said with a wry grin, “Maybe we should hold off on that housewarming gift