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Malcolm stands before the Arroyo house as the cold air nips at his cheeks. The townhouse stands empty ahead of him, and he sighs. Jackie and Gil are at work, and he can't help but feel relief. He needs a shower and knows that if he doesn't take one now, he can't take the edge off before the week-long stay with the two most important people in his life.

He struggles to call them family, knowing that the titles of Mother and Father don't really fit what he wishes the married couple were to him. Malcolm digs in his hoodie pocket and pulls the keyring out, picking out the correct key and unlocking the door. 

The alarm chirps and beeps, signaling that it will call the authorities in 30 seconds and Malcolm hustles to put in the code-- Gil and Jackie's wedding anniversary. It chirps again and disables the alarm. He nods, and carries his backpack and duffle into the house, sitting them just past the threshold. 

The door clicks shut and he drops his keys into the decorative bowl Jackie picked for the sideboard. It sits next to the white metal mirror and potted plant propped on the tan wooden surface. The drawers beneath it are full of envelopes, notes, and various odds and ends emptied from their pockets. He doesn't have to look to know the contents. He'd watched them be filled over his childhood and teen years, knowing they wouldn't be emptied any time soon. 

From the mirror, his reflection stares back. He looks exhausted, but calm. A look that is rare for him, but not unwelcome. 

He engages the lock on the door, knowing Gil would freak if he left it open while he was home alone. Malcolm toes his shoes off, slipping them on the shelf underneath the sideboard next to Jackie's slippers and Gil's running shoes. His socks muffle the sound of his footfalls on the wood floor, as he pads through the living room to the stairs with his luggage in tow. 

The excitement of seeing them buzzes in his chest as he climbs the stairwell, and he smiles. The photos lining the staircase tell the story of Jackie and Gil's life. From their first date, vacations, and their wedding day. His hand ghosts along the railing, the keychains on his backpack clacking together as he steps.

At the top, he pushes the door to "his" bedroom open. The walls are still the same gray they have always been and the bed is already made up for his arrival. The rush of happiness at the thought of being wanted warms his heart.

He drops his backpack and duffle on the bed, digging inside for his shower supplies. When he finds the soap, clothes, and bath pouf, he zips the bag. 

Then he feels it. 

The little black silicone bullet toy tucked inside the inner zip compartment. 

He freezes and considers his options. It's Friday, so Gil wouldn't be home until 5:30 and Jackie wouldn't be home until 6. 

Malcolm's alone. 

He unzips the pocket, pulling the toy out along with a small bottle of pink water-based lube. It weighs less than a pound in his hand, but the concept of Gil or Jackie catching him with it makes it feel like a thousand. Sure, he's an adult but he knows both of them still see him as a child.

He's sure of it.

He tucks it under his clothes, smuggling it across the hallway as though they'd appear out of the ether and scold him. 

Malcolm flicks on the bathroom light, dropping the pile of items on the counter before starting the shower. He turns on his music, sitting the phone on the counter. In the linen closet, he pulls out a fluffy white towel and hangs it over the glass side of the shower wall. 

The music cuts through the steam, as he steps into the shower cubicle, setting his soap and pouf on the shelf. He's left holding the toy and the bottle. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." he murmurs, back pressing against the tile wall. 

He realizes at that moment a significant problem: he's not hard.

"Well fuck." Malcolm drops the toy on another shelf, electing instead to dampen his hair under the water. He hums along with the music, allowing his mind to wander to the couple. 

Malcolm's mind flicks through different scenarios. Some involving himself, and others... just them. It's not new-- the thought of them.

He'd first realized how he felt at 17. 

He'd just awoken from a nightmare when he'd heard the whimpering gasps from the other room. He comes back to the memory often. To the sound of a deep groan chased by a high whine. The desperation evident in the noises, stoking a fire in his core. He'd realized at that moment how badly he wanted to be in there, how much he wished he could see Jackie gasping, mewling for Gil to fuck her harder, faster. He wishes he could have seen Gil's face contorted in pleasure as Jackie tongues along his dick. Malcolm had whimpered against his will at the thought but was interrupted when a moan from the other room turned to a shout that nipped into nothingness. Gil had forgotten himself, and Malcolm wanted nothing more than to see what made him produce that noise. 

With a very real moan, Malcolm's brought out of his memory. His eyes flutter open, tilting down from the spray to catch sight of his hand slowly running over the head of his cock. "Oh..." He gasps, moving faster.

In his mind, he pictures Gil there with him: Standing underneath the warm spray of the shower and running his calloused fingers over Malcolm's length. Gil would pinch and twist at his nipples, pulling as many whimpers from him as he could. Hoping he’d cave and beg so perfectly.

He steps out of the water, the warmth of the bathroom keeping the goosebumps at bay. Malcolm pops the cap on the lube, drizzling the strawberry-scented fluid over the bullet, and brings it to the tip of his cock without turning it on.

The strawberry scent surrounds him and he presses the button, sending vibrations wracking through his form, "Holy fuck!" He yelps, canting his hips forward, causing the tip of the toy to glide down the shaft. He whines sloppily, his left hand rising to tweak a nipple. "Ffff... G-Gil..." The name slips past his lips mindlessly. 

Gil in his fantasy is pleased, "Is that what you want? This toy and my hands on you? Are you gonna be a good boy for me, Bright?" Malcolm cries out, the sound breaking off at the end, as the coolness of the tiles ground him into the situation.

"D-Daddy..." He whimpers, pressing the toy against himself more insistently. Malcolm slips it past his base, ghosting it over the skin between his balls and his ass. With the vibrations pulsing through his pelvis, he melts back against the wall. "Fuck, please..."

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Gil walks into the house, excited to prepare it for when Malcolm arrives for winter break. He'd taken the afternoon off to ensure he would be early. His keys fall into the bowl, as he stumbles to a stop. The sound of water moving through the pipes in the wall catches his attention as he reaches for the gun in his holster. He creeps over to the alarm panel and notices that it's disabled. 

Someone's here. And they know the code. 

His number of suspects lowers to five. He runs through them as he climbs the staircase, stalking towards the bathroom door, preparing to confront the intruder. 

It's either Jackie, Dani, JT, Jessica or...

Malcolm.

As soon as he concludes it's the latter, he hears the music. "Definitely Malcolm," He mumbles, rolling his eyes affectionately at the 2000s rock music slipping under the door. Beneath the guitar riff, he hears it: a low buzz. ' Is he-- ' 

Before he can finish his thought, Malcolm's voice rings out loudly, "Daddy... fuck, please..." Gil's dick twitches at the title, and the sounds of Malcolm whining. He knows he should leave, but fuck, he can't. "Please, please, please... Fuck, Daddy... so close..." the younger man whines on the other side of the door, and the buzzing changes patterns. The sound becomes more insistent, and he hears the man mewl perfectly, calling desperately for his dom. 

' Does Malcolm have a new boyfriend? ' Gil wonders briefly, thinking back to all of the conversations Malcolm's had with him over the phone. He'd never mentioned anyone, yet here he is, whining in the shower for a man Gil isn't sure exists. 

Before he can think too hard about it, he runs his fingers through his hair and dashes back down the steps, grabs his keys, and launches himself out the door, locking it.

In the safety of his car, he sighs deeply. "What the fuck." 

Gil picks up his phone, checks the time, and groans. He can't even talk this through with Jackie. Instead of dwelling, he wills his half-hard cock to soften and checks his emails. 

Scrubbing his hand down his face, his breathing finally levels out. 

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Inside the house, Malcolm towels off with his back to the mirror. He leans against the counter in boxers as he dries his hair. The song on his phone is a slower one, and he hums along to the melody, basking in the still prevalent afterglow of his recent activities. Lazily dressing, he revels in the feeling of the soft hoodie and too-tight jeans that frame his form perfectly. Call him selfish, but he allows himself to fantasize about Jackie's gaze raking up and down his form, appreciating how the jeans showcase the shape of his ass. He wonders if she'd elbow Gil. She does that sometimes when she wants his attention. She'll elbow him right in the rib or swat at his arm lightly, elevating in intensity until he notices-- usually with a laughter-filled reply of "What, baby? What? What?" He hopes that she would motion silently to him. Bringing Gil's attention to him reaching up into the top cabinet for dinner plates, his shirt slipping up his back. 

He hopes that they'd like what they see. 

Malcolm steels his breathing, ' I can't go again. Calm down. ' Malcolm pulls his soft black hoodie down, the familiar fabric soothing his nerves. His phone flashes with the time: 5:15 pm. 

Gil should be home any minute.

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As he comes downstairs, he plans to curl up on the white cloth couch and read psychology journals as he waits for the couple to arrive. The light streams through the sheer curtains, casting a dreamy glow across the living room. He's loved it here his entire life. The fireplace isn't lit but the warmth of the love in the photos on top of it is enough. The photo of himself senior year of high school stares on, sandwiched between random candids Gil and Jackie have taken over time. 

One of the pictures is of Gil and Jackie together. It's a new one since the last time he'd visited. He observes that based on the photo's angle, it was clearly taken on a timer, and they'd forgotten the camera was there. 

In it, Jackie is sitting on the kitchen counter in one of Gil's old NYPD shirts held there with a dominating kiss from Gil, dressed only in his plaid pajama pants. She'd wrapped her long tan legs around his hips, while his hands worked their way up her back. It was clear the kiss had been a heated, filthy one just before the shutter went off. 

Malcolm wonders if Gil had given her his shirt so they could take the photo. He liked to think that they'd been moving through the house on a regular morning, and she'd left their bedroom in only a pair of her panties, and nothing else. He'd imagined Gil peeling the shirt off himself and putting it on her so he wouldn't be distracted as he drank his morning coffee. 

In his mind's eye, he wanders through the morning, visualizing Jackie teasing Gil and him being more distracted by her being swallowed in his shirt. The images of Jackie in various levels of disarray invade his mind. Of her shoulders covered in hickeys, her hair falling in dark messy waves down her upper back. He imagines her leaning against Gil dazed and fucked-out after a particularly wild night. 

All of it overwhelms him and his cock offers a feeble twitch at the idea of joining them. He considers for a brief moment taking a picture of the photograph to keep for later, but before he can reach for his phone, the front door opens. 

"City Boy!" Gil smiles wide, dropping his keys in the bowl with Malcolm's. He walks through the arched entry, and into the living room, wrapping his arms around the younger man's body.

"Gil!" Malcolm grins, hugging him back just as tightly, "I've missed you!" The smell of Gil's cologne comforts him immediately, and he resists the urge to melt into him. 

"I've missed you too, Kid." He murmurs, not releasing his hold just yet. It's a strange experience, to have someone other than his wife in his arms and feel complete. But here, now, with Malcolm in his arms, he feels complete. It's not a new experience, but it still catches him off guard as he pulls away, willing the blush on his face to dissipate. 

Malcolm smiles, cheeks tinted pink as he steps back, "How was work today? Any new exciting cases?"

"Nothing of note. How about school? How's that going?" He asks, rolling up his sweater sleeves as he walks to the kitchen. Malcolm follows him like a puppy, hopping up to sit on one of the bare counters next to the sink. 

"It's going good! I just submitted the preliminary draft of my senior paper! My professor said expanding my sophomore paper's subject could lead to breakthroughs in psychology!" 

Gil smiles proudly, filling a glass with iced tea from the fridge, "That's exciting! Remind me what your subject was again?"

"Deviations in Modus Operandi among serial killers," Malcolm replies. "It's an individual's habitual way of operating, which represents a discernible pattern and I want to expand on how serial killers are the same way."

"That's right! I remember that project being quite challenging for you. Not that you didn't ace it." His smile is clear in the words as he sips his tea, "Also, I think Jackie said she wanted to take you out for dinner as soon as you came back if you don't have plans already."

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be." He replies shyly, reminding himself it's not a date. "So tell me, did you ever solve that case you were telling me about over the phone a few weeks ago?"

The two fall into easy conversation, and Malcolm finds that he's never felt safer.

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An hour or so later, Jackie comes home. 

"I'm home!" She calls from the doorway, and Malcolm can hear her dropping her keys, badge, purse, and jacket in the entryway. 

"In the kitchen, baby girl!" Gil calls back, smiling at the sound of her voice. 

"How was your day, Da--" She stutters to a stop, the word dying in her throat when she sees Malcolm sitting on the counter. "Malcolm!!" She exclaims, running over to hug him excitedly. 

The man in question blushes and hugs her tightly. His eyes flutter shut, arms wrapping around her shoulders. 

Gil's heart staggers at the sight of their embrace, cheeks still tinted pink at being called by his title. He silently says a prayer of thanks that she'd rounded the corner when she did because Gil's convinced that if she called him Daddy, without knowing Malcolm was there, he would have died (of embarrassment or sheer horniness, he's not sure). 

"It's so good to see you!" She smiles, releasing him from a hug, "Gil and I have missed you so much!"

"I've missed you guys too. It's been way too long since I was last here!"

"It really has! I'm glad he didn't start dinner yet! I had told Gil I wanted us to take you out for dinner next time you were in town so that we could catch up properly." she hasn't stopped smiling, and somehow the entire room feels brighter. 

"I think I'm going to go change into a nicer shirt, then. I don't think a hoodie is 'dinner appropriate'." He hops off the counter and leaves the couple in the kitchen.

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As soon as the younger man has disappeared around the corner, Gil's attention turns to his wife. "Now, I can give you a proper hello, baby girl." He murmurs, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her soundly.

"I'm sorry I almost slipped and called you by your title." She whispers back, "I didn't know Mal was here with you."

"It's alright, I should have told you he'd arrived. We'd gotten so caught up talking that I hadn't thought to text. Besides, you were being a good girl, weren't you?" 

Jackie nods, breaths coming faster as she kisses him again. "Don't start something you can't finish." She teases, hand ghosting the front of his slacks, "Besides, I can get away with it where you can't." Before he can react, she steps away and disappears up the stairs to change from her baby blue Disney-patterned scrubs into a nicer outfit.  

When he arrives in the bedroom, she's changed into a pair of deep blue jeans and a flowy lavender blouse. Gil can't help but stare at her as she pulls her hair up into a ponytail, blush tinting her cheeks.

"Where's your collar?" He asks, following her back to the vanity, "Did you want to wear it?" 

She nods as he reaches around her, opening the little black wooden box on the counter. Her little silver day collar waits inside with a key at its center. He raises it, unlocking the clasp at the back and laying the heart at the top of her sternum before locking it behind her hair. She touches her fingers to it, and it feels like a piece she'd been missing clicks into place. Gil's lips press to Jackie's jaw, hands running over the light silver chain locked around her neck. "I love you so much," Jackie whispers, back pressed against Gil's front as he hugs her tightly. 

"I love you too, baby girl." He pulls away, tucking the key in his pocket, "Let's go to dinner." The two leave the bedroom, rapping lightly on Malcolm's door as they go past, "Are you ready, Kid?" Gil calls.

Malcolm opens the door, stepping into the hallway in a black fitted shirt and the same jeans from earlier. He's not quite honed his skills like the people in his textbook, but he swears he sees Jackie swallow, and Gil's form stiffen. They like what they see .

Malcolm follows them down the hall and out to the Le Mans, Gil locking the door before unlocking the car. He opens the driver-side door so Malcolm can crawl in the backseat, before opening the passenger door and helping Jackie into her seat. His blush matches hers, and Malcolm would swear he's never seen anything more adorable. 

"Alright, you two, where are we going?" Gil starts the engine, the car purring to life. Jackie leans over, whispering something in Gil's ear. He nods, backing out of the driveway. 

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Thirty minutes later, they arrive at a small Mediterranean restaurant, one they used to eat at when Malcolm was a child. Gil and Jackie had done a ton of experiments to find a place where the younger man could eat. One where there were multiple options for him to try as they figured out what didn't result in the three of them spending the night on the bathroom floor while Malcolm threw up. He'd grown to love the Greek quinoa salad whereas the older couple had always loved the gyros. Malcolm bounces in his seat excitedly, and Jackie laughs from the front seat. 

"Excited there, City Boy?" Gil chuckles, turning the key and opening his door.

"Yes!! I've missed this place so much!" He replies, climbing out to follow the duo into the restaurant and order food at the counter. They slide into their regular table next to the window, and Malcolm smiles at the familiarity. Gil takes the outside seat facing the door, and Jackie slides into the seat next to him, Malcolm sits across from Gil so he can place Jackie's purse in the seat next to him. By habit, Gil's hand raises and lays over the back of his wife's chair, playing with the small padlock at the center of her necklace and a soft smile graces his lips at the feeling. 

"So, Kid, did you tell Jackie the exciting news about your paper?"

Malcolm perks up, drawn out of his daydreaming, "I didn't! I got the green light to expand on my sophomore paper, and my professor said that it could lead to breakthroughs in psychology!"

"That was the essay about criminal habits, right?" Jackie asks, a bright, proud smile filling her face.

"It was! I'm excited to get to study it. There's a chance I may get to submit it to a psych and criminology journal, and they may want to feature it!"

"That's huge, Mal!" Jackie praises, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. 

The touch sends sparks up Malcolm's arm, and he shivers unconsciously. Gil smirks, brown eyes sparkling. "You're really doing awesome with this college thing, aren't you?" Gil praises, "I mean, knocking out one essay after another? It's like you were made to do psychology!"

Before Malcolm can reply, their food is delivered to the table. They each begin eating, silence falling over the table. Gil groans softly, taking a bite of his lamb gyro. The sound seeps into Malcolm's bones and he files it away. 

Clearly, it'd been a while since they'd last been here. 

"You have got to try this, Gil." Jackie interrupts his mental tangent, leaning her gyro over towards her husband, "This new sauce is ah-mazing."

Gil parts his lips, taking a bite. An unconscious groan at the flavors in his mouth causes Jackie and Malcolm to blush. "You weren't Kidding, they did make it better."

"How's yours?" She asks, mirroring Gil's actions from moments before but with more eye contact.

Malcolm is in hell. He's sure of it.

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Later that evening, the three arrive back at the townhouse. They'd stayed out strolling along the riverwalk until well into the evening, the cold winter air nipping at their cheeks and noses. The snow hadn't been heavy enough to make the park unnavigable, but it had been enough that the grass had turned white. Malcolm had snuck up behind Gil with a snowball and smushed it on his cheek. Jackie hadn't stopped laughing the entire ride home. Gil joined in eventually, but only after playfully pushing him into the snow in retaliation. They'd ganged up on Jackie afterward: Gil kissed her and then Malcolm put a small handful of snow against her neck, just under the older man's hand.

"It's so nice to be back with you two," Malcolm comments, sitting down in the armchair in the living room. 

Jackie smiles and nods, sitting in her spot on the couch beside him.  

"We really have missed you, Kid." Gil smiles at them both, leaning on the back of the couch behind his wife, "I'm so glad you're back. Even though it's Saturday, I know Jackie's working from home tomorrow and I have to be at the precinct at 9. Did you plan on going to see your mom and sister or were you plannin' on staying here?" 

He nods, "They actually asked me to brunch! I don't want to go, but being here means I'd be in the way."

Gil fights the urge to insist the younger man is never in the way. He settles for a shrug, as he leans down to kiss Jackie's temple; murmuring a soft goodnight, baby against her skin. "I'm heading to bed. Goodnight, Kid! We're just across the hall if you need us."

"I should probably head to bed too," Jackie replies, rising from the couch to follow her husband. 

Malcolm smiles and nods, staying in the living room to check his email on his phone one last time before heading upstairs. He cracks the door, changing into his pajamas, and taking his evening medications. His travel restraints slide into place over the headboard and he places them on his bed. 

The hallway is silent as he creeps across to the bathroom, closing the door before flicking on the light to brush his teeth. He stares at his reflection. Tired blue eyes stare back. Fuck, he's exhausted. Rinsing his mouth, he shuts off the light and heads back to the guest room to strap in and rest.

Sleep comes easily. It always does when he's here.

In his dream, he's married to Gil and Jackie.

The three of them are decorating a forever home. Sunlight streams in the window as Jackie hangs a photo on the wall. Gil sneaks up behind Malcolm and wraps him in a hug, kissing his lips gently. He leans into it, his fingers weaving into the older man's hair, black wedding band glinting back in the light. Jackie proudly announces that the alignment is perfect before pressing kisses to Malcolm's jaw, nipping playfully at the skin opposite of her husband. Gil reaches around him, right hand sliding into the pocket of her jeans and the left, up the front of Malcolm's shirt to rest over his abdomen. He whimpers into Gil's mouth, and Jackie laughs at the sound. 

It's absolutely perfect. 

And then his father appears. 

Dr. Martin Whitly stands across the room from them, staring predatorily at their exchange. Malcolm can do nothing but stare, wide-eyed, over his wife's shoulder, willing it to be just another hallucination, despite it being a dream. The Surgeon stalks around the room like he would his cell, inspecting each of the photos on the wall. A few fall as he touches them, ruining all of Jackie's handiwork. Stopping before the photo from their commitment ceremony, he scoffs, catching his partners' attention finally. 

"You can't be serious! You chose to marry him? The man who arrested me? I do say, Malcolm that hurts worse than being stabbed. And I know all about stabbing people." Martin walks closer to them, pinning Gil with a stare, "And you, Detective Arroyo... You weren't happy with that wife of yours, you had to take my son from me too?"

Gil in his dream grits his teeth, "It's Lieutenant and you know it. And I married Malcolm because we love him. Jackie and I both do. Now get out of our house."

Jackie turns and glares at the intruder as well, pulling a knife out of the air, and pointing it towards Martin. 

"Well, Mrs. Arroyo, I never expected it would be you I'd hurt first..." Dr. Whitly smiles sickly, approaching her and ripping the knife from her hand. Malcolm screams but no sound leaves his mouth as Martin sinks the knife into her chest.

His t-shirt dampens with her blood as he cries out, "NO!"

Shooting up in bed, he's damp with sweat.

The room around him is dark, save for the yellow sliver of light from the streetlamp. The leather cuffs on his wrist are pulled tight, undoubtedly bruising the skin underneath. Malcolm strains his hearing, hoping that he hasn't woken Gil or Jackie. A part of his brain worries that Jackie is injured in the other room, or that his father is waiting downstairs for him to wake up. Before he can think twice, he's slipping out from under the black duvet and into the hall. 

Malcolm sneaks down the staircase to the living room and does a lap of the first level of the house, guaranteeing the doors are locked and the stay alarm is still set. "See? We're safe," he whispers, easing the clenching in his chest, allowing him to go back upstairs to his room. 

Before he can open his door, he hears it: a barely-there gasp of his name. 

"M-Malcolm."

Malcolm tilts his head, concern knitting his eyebrows together. Had there actually been someone inside the house? He steps lightly, tiptoeing closer and closer to the Arroyo's bedroom. The white door is ever so slightly ajar, and he worries that they'd be startled by him. 

The thought dies quickly when he catches sight of the couple's reflection in the mirror propped beside the door.

They're sitting in the center of their bed, forms bathed in the yellow light by the bedside lamps with Gil reclined against the headboard and Jackie between his legs. She's got her back pressed against his chest, forearms bound to her thighs with black silk rope, her legs held open by his. Her head is thrown back against Gil's shoulder, with his tucked beside it, lips moving around whispered words. Hair falls in dark waves over her left shoulder, and Malcolm gasps at the sight of the O-ringed black leather collar around her neck. 

Jackie whimpers again as Gil's breath skates over her neck. "Pretty girl," he purrs, "thinking about him again are you?"

"Y-yes, Daddy." She replies as his hands begin moving.

They'd started at her hips, but as the left moved upwards, the right moved inwards. Gil's lips lock against a spot on her neck just below the collar, sucking a mark into her shoulder. His left hand stops at her chest, pulling her tight against him. 

She mewls, and Gil chuckles, "You sound so pathetic like that, princess, begging and whining for me to touch you even though we're just getting started?" Jackie nods, writhing in his lap. His fingers trail up her thighs and stomach, goatee tickling the skin on her jaw. "It's fun really, getting you this desperate when I don't even have to touch anything important. You just love my hands on you, don't you, baby girl?" Gil purrs, nails scratching lightly over the soft skin between her breasts. 

"Fuck..."

"That's it, whine for me." His voice ghosts over her shoulder as he watches his nails leave marks on the skin. "What do you want?"

"Y-You. Just... fuck.. you." Her voice crumbles around the words, pressing her chest upwards into his touch.

Malcolm shivers at her frazzled voice, resisting the urge to reach into his sweats. He bites back a groan, watching as Gil's fingers finally begin to pinch and twist at her nipple, pulling the most desperate noises out of her. His eyes flutter shut, drinking in every noise she lets slip past her lips, hand ghosting over his half-hard dick.

Gil's voice joins into the mess of noises, "What are you thinking about? Hm? Are you thinking about having Malcolm under you? Being in control while you ride him? Holding him down so that Daddy can fuck his perfect little ass?" 

She moans brokenly, "M-Malcolm... fuck... Daddy..." Malcolm's eyes shoot open at the mention of his name, gaze darting to the mirror to confirm he hasn't been spotted.

Jackie's head has fallen back against Gil's shoulder and his right hand has finally slid between her thighs. He bites his tongue, swallowing back a moan at her desperation. 

"What's that, sweetheart?" Gil murmurs, "You wish Malcolm was here so you could share Daddy with him? I bet you'd have to teach him how to be good. It wouldn't be hard for you to do since you're such a good girl for me," Gil praises as his right hand begins to move in circles, the pad of his middle finger pressing softly on her clit.

"Mhmn, w-wanna be good for you." She whines, pressing her hips down against his hand, "Fuck..." 

Gil groans, hips pressing against her back, cock growing sensitive where it's confined, "You wanna know something, baby? I know he'd enjoy sharing Daddy with you." 

"Y-You what?" she gasps, eyes opening to glance up from her place against his neck. 

"He'd call me Daddy too." he purrs, "I'm sure of it. He'd call you anything you asked him to." Gil leans down, connecting their lips in a filthy kiss as he sinks two fingers into her. She moans desperately, hands clenching and unclenching on her thighs, legs fighting to spread more from their hold underneath Gil's. A few strands of hair fall in her face as she desperately tries to move her hips to find pleasure from her husband's fingers. "You're doing so good, sweetheart. So good for me." His fingers drag across her torso, releasing her pebbled nipples and instead sliding higher, to slip under her collar.

“No fucking way....” Malcolm whispers, voice barely making it to his own ears as he watches the older man pull her collar forward, arching her shoulders away from his torso, forcing her hips down against his fingers. She cries out, and Gil growls something too quiet for Malcolm to hear, but immediately, she's nodding desperately. sucking her lip into her mouth to muffle the noises. 

"God, it's like you're begging him to hear you, baby." Gil growls, "Is that what you want? Do you want Malcolm to know you're desperate for Daddy? Want him to come in here and fuck you too?" His hand speeds up, thrusting three fingers into her quicker than before. Her moans rise in octaves, hips jerking against his motions. "Are you close, sweetheart?" 

"Fuck... yes!" She gasps, tears building in her eyes as her body melts back against him, despite the pull at her throat, "Please, Daddy... m-make me cum for you." 

"That's it... Good girl." Gil's left hand drops her collar and instead reaches down to pinch again at her nipples. "You're doing so good for me baby, come on... Cum for me sweetheart, you can do it. Show me how good Daddy makes you feel." He nips and sucks at her neck, moving every thirty or so seconds to ensure he doesn't leave a mark. His fingers speed up at her request. Adding a fourth in at the last moment, he moans softly when her walls flutter around his digits.

"D-Daddy!" She whimpers, her voice breaking off into a sob as her orgasm overtakes her. Gil whispers a mixture of praise and sexy nothings in her ear, continuing his movements until fat tears roll down her cheeks. 

"That's it... you did so good for me, baby girl! Such a good girl for Daddy aren't you? Took everything I gave you. Fuck... You looked so sweet too." He slowly draws his fingers out and raises the glistening digits to his lips. 

For a split second, Malcolm thinks that Gil is going to lick his fingers off but before he can, Jackie whines and parts her lips. He rolls his eyes affectionately, pushing them into her mouth. She sucks happily, sated for a moment to just enjoy the afterglow of his fingers in her mouth and his other hand resting calmly on her stomach, thumb brushing back and forth. He laughs breathily and pulls his fingers away when he's sure they're clean.  "Thank you." She whispers, sniffling as the tears still fall past her cheeks. 

He smiles and nuzzles her cheek, calloused fingers picking the knots on her thighs, "Of course, baby, you did so good. I love you so much, Jackie."

Malcolm backs away from the door, hoping and praying they didn't see him. His heart drops when his brain finally catches up to what's happened. 

He dashes back to his room, closing the door as quietly as possible before crawling under the covers on his front to watch the moonlight stream through the blinds. 

As he scoots his hips to a more comfortable position, his hips roll against the mattress, pleasure shooting up his spine. "Fuck..." he whispers, repeating the motion. 

His mind drifts to Jackie walking in on him. 

"Aww, look at you, sweetheart..." She'd purr, sitting on the edge of the bed, "Are you all desperate from watching Daddy and I get off?" Malcolm nods mindlessly and whimpers into the crook of his arm. "Are you wishing he was here to get you off too? How about I help you instead?" He imagines her hands running along his back as he speeds up his motions. She gently runs her fingers just under the edge of his sweats, pushing the down and exposing his ass to the cool air of the townhouse. He mewls softly, growing closer to the edge, "That's it... moan for me, baby." Her fingers would ghost over his hole, where he so desperately wanted her husband's cock, "Are you close already? Aww... Desperate little thing, aren't you? Barely even touched you and you're already on the edge?"

"Guh-- fuck..." He whines as the rhythm he'd set staggers. Carefully, he slides his other arm down underneath himself and into his sweats, fisting his cock. 

"Good boy." She whispers, "Make yourself cum for me. Show off, baby." He nods and moans into his elbow, chewing his lip to blot out the noise as he spills over his fist and into his boxers. "Such a good boy for me, Bright."

The fantasy fades as quickly as it appeared, and he sighs, wiping his hand on the inside of his underwear. He'll have to change in the morning. For now, he rolls back onto his side, restraining himself in the cuffs once again before falling asleep. 

He is so fucked.

----

Chapter Text

Morning comes far too early for Malcolm's liking.

The sunlight streams through the window, and the soft sounds of the house coming to life fill the air. It's a soft clank of a pan in the kitchen met with the popping of bacon that grows louder when Malcolm opens his bedroom door. He grins at the smell, his mouth watering as he walks downstairs. 

Gil smiles when he sees the college kid standing in the doorway, "Mornin', Kid." he greets, raising his coffee mug towards him. 

Malcolm yawns widely in reply, and Gil can't help but smile at the state of the man. His usually well-groomed hair is in disarray, and his clothes are rumpled. The Harvard shirt he'd fallen asleep in is wrinkled and his sleep sweats sling low on his hips, leaving a sliver of his pale skin visible. He fights the want to mess his outfit up more and instead sips his coffee. 

"Good morning, Mal!" Jackie cheerily greets from her place in front of the stove, "You're just in time! I just finished the bacon and eggs. Did you want some or just toast?"

He nods, rubbing his blue eyes, leaning against the doorway. 

Gil chuckles, "You're lucky she can basically read your mind. There's coffee in the pot still if you want some. Mugs are where they always are." Malcolm perks up at the mention of caffeine and follows directions, pouring some of the lukewarm drink into a navy NYPD mug and topping it with milk. He sits in the chair across from Gil. The older man's in a baseball tshirt and sleep pants dotted with tiny police cars. Malcolm smiles to himself, remembering the Christmas Gil had unwrapped them, and how hard Jackie had laughed. 

A few minutes later, Jackie places plates in front of both of the men and then takes a seat at the head of the table between them, her own plate in hand. "Hopefully it's okay, it's a different kind of bacon than usual."

"It looks great, baby." Gil quickly replies, digging into his food. Malcolm nods, taking a bite of his toast, the strawberry jam filling his mouth. 

Silence falls over the kitchen and for once, it doesn't scare Malcolm. 

He catches his gaze wandering, however, to the side of Jackie's neck. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but there, underneath the edge of Gil's hoodie she's stolen, he sees the glint of the collar from the night before. Malcolm's heart freezes in his chest. 

"What's wrong?" She asks, "Do I have something on my face?" 

"N-No!" He yelps, meeting Gil's eye before quickly flicking his gaze to the calendar by the landline.

No one uses either anymore, but they've replaced the calendar every year with a new one from the local bank, the red marker they'd used to mark all his school events hanging from the nail.

"Then what were you looking at?" Gil questions, concern coloring his features, "Are you having hallucinations again? I can call Gabrielle if you need an emergency appointment?"

"I'm alright, I promise. Just got caught up in my thoughts. Sorry. I'm going to... um... go get dressed." Malcolm collects the rest of his toast and disposes of it before rushing upstairs to his room. 

Jackie watches him leave. 

When his door upstairs shuts, she turns to Gil, "So are we going to talk about what just happened?" 

The older man shrugs and takes another bite of his eggs. She stares, brown eyes meeting his, and waits for him to start the conversation, "Well?"

He drops his fork while chewing, and then begins, "What's there to say? He's a college kid. College kids are weird!"

"Gil Arroyo, I know you are not this dumb. You're a detective for fuck's sake. What is wrong with Malcolm? Is he hiding something?" She watches her husband's expressions, fighting a smirk.

He can't hide anything to save his life when it comes to her.

"I--"

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"I-- fuck... He's apparently got a crush on you."

"Just me? Gil, that boy's been drooling over you since he was 14." She blushes and shrugs, "Not that I can blame him. I mean look at you." 

"Oh shut up." He rolls his eyes playfully, "But no, I think he does have--" Gil runs his hands over his face sighing, "God, I can't even say it..." 

She takes his hand, "It's just us, sweetheart. Talk to me. You and I have never hid anything from each other before. I promise I won't get mad." Jackie intertwines their fingers. The feeling has always made Gil feel closer to her. "So tell me, are you all edgy because you fucked him before I got home and don't know how to tell me?"

Gil chokes on air at the bluntness of the statement, "Jesus, babe, you can't just say shit like that!" 

She laughs, "Either you tell me the truth, or I'm going to take that as a yes." 

"I..."

Before he can continue, Malcolm rounds the corner, "I'm heading out! My car will be here soon. Do you guys need anything before I go?"

"I think we're good!" Jackie cheerily replies, covering for the nerves hanging between them, hoping her quick reply keeps the student from noticing how tense the older man appears, "You have a good time with your mother and sister! I'll be around here all day, so if you need anything, just call me okay?"

"Thank you! I'll be back tonight!" He calls, leaving through the front door with his keys, jacket, and phone. 

Jackie turns back to her husband, "Now, you can't escape this. What. Happened."

"Nothing happened. I swear I didn't have sex with M--" Gil deflects, voice catching on the younger man's name as he rises from the table to rinse his plate off in the sink. "It's not important." 

Jackie follows him to the sink, placing her dish on the counter and caging him against the sink, "Please... I promise it's not as bad as whatever you're thinking it is. Talk to me, Gil. You and I both know that it will eat you alive if you don't."

He sighs deeply, shoulders slumping, "I know Malcolm likes me. Just like you do. But... I wasn't prepared for him to be here when I came home yesterday."

"What do you mean?"

Gil sighs defeated, there's no escaping this, "I mean, I came home early and overheard him in the shower."

"All this is because you heard him shampooing his hair? The kid's gotta get clean too." She smirks, laughing lightly. Gil smiles as well, shaking his head. He could always count on her to break up his anxiety with humor. 

"No, I mean... I heard him... fuck... Iheardhimgettingoff." He rambles, head down. It's not often his anxiety gets the better of him, but where Malcolm is involved, the anxiety is too. 

"Okay? I mean... you remember being in college, there are not exactly many places the poor kid can get off on campus. And God knows he can't at his mother's. At least he feels safe enough to do it here. I don't see what the problem is, hon. Did you..."

"I didn't hate it... If that's what you're asking."

"Oh." 

The silence sits between them for some time, and Gil's mind starts racing. "Jackie..." He tries, "Are you..."

"Mad? No. Surprised? Also no. Gil, I promise you I knew that this was a thing. I mean, you forget that when we have sex, I can feel you too." She chuckles, "You always have a reaction when you mention including Malcolm in our scenes. Trust me, sweetheart, I know. Especially when you think he or I aren't looking? You sometimes look like you want to eat the kid alive. And frankly, I find it kind of hot."

Gil's cheeks flush at her confession. 

"Wait, is that why you were so sure last night that he'd call you Daddy?"

Gil nods, "Yeah. He was calling out for "Daddy" in the shower yesterday." 

Gil's fingers rise in quotes around the title, and she laughs, slapping his chest lightly, "You sly son of a bitch... I thought you were just saying that for me!" 

"No. Trust me, baby... I know my sources. Makes teasing you fun..." His voice drops to a purr as he leans down to connect their lips in a heated kiss, fingers ghosting over the small lock between her shoulder blades. Before they can connect, Gil's phone rings on the table, " Motherfucker ..." 

She laughs and kisses his cheek, "Go save the world." She nuzzles his jaw, and Gil kisses her forehead. "I love you so much, Daddy."

"I love you too, baby." He replies, pressing their lips together quickly before stating, "Duty calls."

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Jackie always forgets how boring working from home is. She'd forced herself to change into proper clothes and sit at the kitchen table, but even when she should be looking over research articles, the conversation she and Gil had been having sneaks back into her mind. 

Why am I okay with my husband being in love with someone else? Do I feel the same way about that someone else too?

Her head falls on her arms, pink highlighter pen dropping to the table. 

Before she can stop it, she speaks to the empty air of the house, " I am in love with not one, but two men. One is my husband of 15 years, and the other one is 20 years younger than me. " She groans, head falling back onto her arms.

Before she allows herself too far down the rabbit hole, she raises her head and continues skimming over the medical documents. 

The operation should be simple, but they've never done anything like it at this hospital. She'd been pouring over the brain scans, the reports, the last attempts done across the country at another research hospital. Jackie highlights another success, starring the notes to read later. 

Their patient was a three-year-old girl who'd been in and out of the hospital her entire life. They'd been working for months to get her vouched and prepped for this surgery, now it was just a matter of organizing the actual operation.

Her team lead had said that the hospital heads wanted to bring a surgeon in from fuck-knows-where to take over and all that stands between the team and the opportunity of a lifetime, is her and this research. If she can pull together enough evidence that it's possible, they'll let them be the surgery team. 

Five report packets later, her head's starting to ache and her stomach growls. The clock on her cell phone shines back: 1:45 pm. Her stomach growls again.

Yeah... Lunch sounds good. 

She prepares a simple sandwich and baby carrots, sitting back down to continue her research but as she goes for her highlighter, her mind wanders to their conversation again. 

She needs to talk this through with Gil.

Raising her phone, she types out a text, and hits send. 

Gil's losing his mind at work. It's like the whole of New York went off the rails over the weekend and pulled out all the stops. There are three separate cases for his team to work on, and with their previous profiler out sick, his team is on their own. The notes on his desk look like a chaotic foreign language, and the notes in the file are more pencil than print. It all sits jumbled like someone's dumped 6 different puzzles together, tore up the pictures, and said "Solve it".

Somewhere under the pile, his phone dings. It's Jackie's special ringtone that he'd picked years and years ago when they were dating, but never bothered to change it. He digs through the papers, pulling the phone out from its hiding spot. 

He watches the three lines dance as she types, but after a few minutes, he drops it back on the desk to focus on his work. 

Fifteen minutes later, the phone finally dings.

Gil groans. There really isn't going to be a way out of this except through it. Steeling his expression, he begins typing.

Gil sighs and drops his head in his hands, "For fuck's sake." He murmurs, "She really isn't going to let this one go." He raises his head and begins to type

Gil's phone hits the desk as he fights the urge to throw the entire thing in the bin. "For fuck's sake, Jackie..."

"Boss?" one of his detectives interrupts, "Are you alright?" The young ME stands in the doorway, awkwardly.

"I'm fine, Edrisa. Whaddya got?"

"I found a flag on the tox scan we previously overlooked. Our vic had been in the hospital a week prior."

"What for?"

"Hyperoxia, an overdose of Oxygen."

"He was being killed by breathing air?"

Edrisa nods excitedly, "Precisely! It was so slow that the doctors operating on him didn't notice until it was too late."

"Interesting. Thank you, Edrisa. Can you leave the file with me so I can begin making calls to the local hospitals?" She nods, handing him the paperwork.

The day drags on, and his phone stays silent. That is, until 6:00 rolls around, and he's met with a simple text. 

His phone dings again, and Gil opens the message. He drops his phone on the desk in shock. 

The image of his wife staring back at him causes his cheeks to pinken. She's taken it at an overhead angle, with the camera angled to see the edge of her lips and the start of her torso. She'd picked a plaid button-down and black jeans to wear for the day, but she's unbuttoned the top to show off her cleavage. Her brown curls lay over her left shoulder, trailing down along the skin. The heavy leather collar Gil had locked around her neck the night before rests where he left it, and the black lace sweetheart bra pushes her chest up to create a distinct valley. Their white couch contrasts her tan skin gorgeously, and her pink lips parted ever so slightly invite him to crawl through the image and into her lap. 

Jackie knows her angles.

Gil fights the groan in his chest and the stirring in his stomach as he types back a reply:

Gil murmurs a soft "Good girl" as though she could hear it.

Gil glances out towards the bullpen before replying, gauging the traffic. As expected, it's almost empty save for the beat cops next to the door, readying themselves to head out for the evening patrol. 

He takes a deep breath, walks the length of the office, and clicks his door shut. If he's going to do this, he needs privacy.

As soon as the text says sent, it changes to read and his phone starts ringing. He swipes the little green button and wedges his phone in between his shoulder and ear. 

"Hello?" He starts.

Instead of a reply, he's met with a breathy gasp that sends shivers down his spine. She's already started.

"You're gonna have to tell me what you're doing sweetheart," Gil replies, voice firm.

She whines and begins detailing her every move.

Jackie's hand ghosts over her chest, hand sliding under the strap of her bra, down her shoulders under her shirt to ghost over a nipple.

"Come on, baby, tell Daddy what you're doin'" his voice cuts through the lusty haze, prompting her to speak.

"I'm pushing down my bra and touching my tits. Just like you do." She begins, right fingers pinching her nipple before running back up to her neck, squeezing her own throat, "And now I'm squeezing my throat... 'M imagining you here with me."

Gil purrs and continues typing on his computer, listening intently to her noises, voice detailing as her hands creep down her chest and stomach, nails scratching just enough to leave a temporary mark.

"Now I'm unbuttoning my jeans and sliding my hand inside of them but I'm waiting for your say to touch more."

"Ask for it." He replies, subconsciously, hitting send on the email he'd finished typing.

"Please, daddy, may I?" She gasps, desperation breaking up her words. 

"May you what?"

"M-May I touch myself. For you." She whimpers, voice coming out ragged, "I'm so desperate for it. I want to show off for you; make you feel good too."

He groans softly, head lolling back against the chair, "Fuck, Jackie, go ahead. Make yourself feel good for me."

She whines and moans, and Gil knows she's reached inside the black panties he'd picked for her the night before. Her cries and gasps go straight to his cock. Soaking in her noises he purrs, "Come on, put a couple fingers in. Just like I do it."

"Yes, Daddy." She replies, crying out a few moments later, "Fuck..." 

"That's it. Good Girl. Find your spot. Imagine it's me doing it." 

Her voice cracks, and Gil hears the shift of fabric, the rustle of her shucking her plaid shirt as her socked foot falls heavy on the wood floor. 

The sound of her motions causes him to moan softly, "Slow down, baby. Don't want you cumming before I can get there now do we?"

"No, Daddy." She whimpers, head falling back, "Are you on the way here?"

"I'm walking out of the bullpen right now. Hang on for me okay? You're doing so good for me, baby girl, you sound absolutely perfect." She mewls desperately in reply, and Gil's lip quirks up as he shuts down his computer and resets his office, prepping it for himself the next morning.

 She calls out for him as he crosses from his office to the entrance and it takes everything in him not to turn around and go back to his office. He pushes open the door to the precinct, exiting into the cold winter night.  

Her noises fill his head and he struggles to remain calm.

"Alright, I'm in my car. You're on speaker, okay? Let me hear you."

"Please, Daddy, 'm desperate for you. I'm so close..."

"I know, baby. Can you slow your hand down? I know you're desperate but I want to be there to bring you over the edge. Maybe not with my cock, but with my fingers? Would you like that?" The moan Gil receives in reply results in a soft chuckle, "Wanna know something, Jackie? I've been thinking about this all day. This morning, I was sitting in our team meeting wondering if my phone was going to ding with a text. I was hoping you would send me a picture like you did. You're so good for me, baby." He praises, "Such a good girl for Daddy."

A broken moan slips past her lips, filling the air inside the Le Mans. 

"That's it. Make noise for me, you know how much I love it." 

She whimpers in reply, and the soft sound of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy punctuates it. "D-Daddy... fuck..." She whines as Gil's foot falls heavy against the gas pedal, speeding through the city.   

"I know, baby, I know. I'm comin', okay? You're doing so good for me sweetheart. I'll be there soon. Keep moaning pretty for me and I will be there to make it better soon."

Jackie moans pathetically, his name in a mixture of syllables. "Please... Talk to me I need your voice, Daddy. Te--"

Her voice gets rapidly cut off by the sound of a door opening, "Holy shit..." whispers a soft voice behind her.

"Malcolm?!" She yelps, ripping her hand from her jeans like she's been burned, and reaches up to pull the handwoven blanket down from the back of the couch to cover her exposed form.

Gil's blood runs cold at the sound of the younger man catching sight of his wife. He glances at the clock on the dashboard of his car and sees the time flashing back: 7:07 pm. "Son of a bitch..." He curses under his breath, hitting his hands against the steering wheel. He decides for the moment to play innocent. "You alright, baby?"

"Um... Yeah. Mal-Malcolm's home." She gasps; breaths coming out hard as she panics.

"So I heard." He chuckles, "Are you okay? You need a minute?" He hears the younger man spluttering in the background, and his chuckle grows to a soft laugh, "Tell Malcolm he's okay. If you need him to step out so you can right yourself, use your words. I know you know how to talk, and you aren't far enough gone to be incomprehensible. And even if you were, baby, I've trained you well enough that you know how to use your words." She whimpers softly, and Gil prods again, "Come on."

Her voice quiets as she turns away, the blanket fabric shifting. "Malcolm, hi. Um... can I... can I have a moment? I'm really sorry I lost track of time and..."

Gil's voice interrupts, "Stop. You don't have to apologize. You told me earlier that you thought he wanted you. Is that right?" 

She nods, staring over the couch back to the younger man in the doorway. "Mhm."

"Put me on speaker, sweetheart." Gil asks, "So he can hear too." 

She does as asked, and Gil takes a breath, "Hi Malcolm."

"Gil! Um..." He stumbles, coming around the couch to sit on Gil's favorite armchair by the window, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. You always told me I was allowed to enter without asking and I figured it was okay. I mean..."

"Hey, hey... breathe, Kid!" the older man interrupts over the phone, "I promise no one here is mad at you. Jackie, are you alright?" He hoped the repetitive checking would calm her pulse.

"I am. A little embarrassed, sure, but it happens!" She smiles, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders and torso, hiding her unzipped jeans and lack of shirt, "I promise, Mal, we aren't worried about it."

"I... But I violated your privacy and intruded on an intimate moment between you and your husband. I would completely understand if you never wanted to see me again. I can leave if you want. Gil, I'm sorry. I can go." Malcolm rises from the armchair, heading back towards the door.

"No, you're not." Gil's voice interrupts as he enters the house, "I need you to sit back down. We're going to talk this through. I had intended it to be a bit more planned than this, but this works too." He sighs, dropping his keys in the bowl and hanging his jacket on the hook. "Before we do though, I need you to go and get a glass of water and take a few minutes in there to collect yourself. I don't want you panicking and making yourself sick." 

Malcolm nods and disappears into the kitchen, filling a glass from the Brita in the fridge.

Gil sinks down in front of the couch, making eye contact with Jackie. "Hey, sweetheart, are you actually okay?"

"I am. That was a hell of a daze killer, though." She mumbles, dropping the blanket to reveal her scantily clad torso. His breath catches for a moment, but he reaches around her to find her shirt. He holds it out, helping her back into it and buttoning it. 

Gil presses his fingers over the center inseam of her jeans before buttoning them. She shudders and yelps softly, and he chuckles. "Alright, I need you to take a deep breath okay? I'm going to go check on Malcolm."

Malcolm's pacing the kitchen. He recounts the tiles on the floor, then all the horizontal lines in the grout, then the vertical as he walks. The clear glass in his hand is freezing and foggy from the ice, and he squeezes it as he grounds. His shoulders rise and fall with each rough breath, but nothing will calm him down. He knows that Gil is going to tell him to leave. That he doesn't want to see him again. He's fucked everything up and there is nothing he can do to fix it. 

"Malcolm?" Gil's voice cuts through his panicked haze. 

He turns, and Gil is standing in the doorway. 

Malcolm counts the threads on the seam of Gil's police boots and wonders if they'll both be in trouble with Jackie for not removing them at the door, "City boy, look at me." 

He shakes his head, setting the glass on the counter, "I can't." 

"Malcolm." Gil tries, stepping closer. He reaches around the younger man and squeezes lightly at the back of his nape, the movement always proving to calm him. 

Malcolm finally looks up, meeting Gil's brown eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Kid..."

"Don't. Don't say anything you don't mean." 

"I do. You're okay. Neither of us is mad, I promise. Are you okay enough to come sit down with us? We need to talk." Gil pulls back, giving the younger man space to speak.

"I am. I'm okay." He walks out of the kitchen, and back to where Jackie is sitting on the couch. "Can I...?" He asks, motioning to the seat next to her.

"Of course you can! I promise, Malcolm, what happened has changed nothing between any of us negatively." She smiles at him, "We just want to talk."

Gil sits in the armchair, taking a deep breath, "Alright... so... let's start with this... I can safely say that we never planned to have this conversation this way... But.. um..."

Jackie laughs lightly, curling up where she's seated. "What he's trying to say, is: Malcolm, are you okay? I mean, you didn't exactly...."

"React negatively?" Malcolm supplies, "I... I'm sorry. To say I did would be a lie. I've... shit I never thought I'd be telling you this..."

"There is nothing you can say that will make us hate you, Malcolm." Gil soothes, "I promise, we're all adults here. You can say whatever you need, and we will work through it. If you need to think aloud, or--"

"I..." he curses quietly under his breath, "I have a crush on you."

"On... who?" Jackie asks.

"On... you. Both." He confesses, his right hand tremoring against his thigh, "I'm... fuck... I'm so sorry. I mean, you invited me into your home and raised me all those years and this is how I repay you... I'm sorry. I don't... you can tell me to get the hell out of your house now. I would understand. I can probably call my mom and stay there. It'll only take me a few minutes to pack my bags and--"

"Malcolm!" Jackie interjects, "Breathe, honey, breathe!" He does, and she smiles. "You're alright. I promise. Do either of us look mad?"

Malcolm looks at the woman, eyes scanning over her face and form. Neither hold any sort of anger. The only thing he sees, besides anxiety, is the remnants of arousal and what he thinks is... love? The woman's brown eyes track his, a soft smile playing at her lips as he gives the same treatment to her husband.

Gil however, Malcolm notes, is riddled with anxiety. His form is tight -- tense. He notes the same hints of arousal he'd seen in Jackie, which makes sense as they'd been scening together. But with him, he notices a look of what can only be described as repression. It makes Malcolm's core flutter, and he breathes deeply. 

"N-No..."

"Can you walk us through what you've found? You can do me first. Don't hold anything back. I wanna see what they're teaching you at that fancy university, Mr. Psychologist," She smiles softly, hoping her light humor will ease his nerves.

As expected, his shoulders slack slightly. "You're... Um... I think you're anxious. I can tell by the way you're picking at your thumb and chewing at your lip. You do that when you're worried. Also, I can tell based on your thighs being tight together and your pupils being dilated, that you're still aroused. Probably, from being close to Gil after your phone call." She smiles proudly at Malcolm, blushing at his mention of their call, "And as for..." His gaze turns toward the older man and is startled by the unreadable façade that stares back. 

"No, please keep going!" Jackie encourages, reaching over to squeeze her husband's knee.

"I-- I shouldn't..."

"No, city boy, go ahead." He smiles, "This is actually quite impressive."

He breathes deeply, "Gil... you're a bit more nervous than Jackie, probably because I'm taking the boundary we have and destroying it. I mean, that's... I didn't mean it like that. But... uh... anyway, you're a bit tenser. Your shoulders are tight and you're bouncing your leg. Also, you've got the same notes of arousal Jackie does, probably from the phone call. You can tell because of... um..." He resists the urge to look down to where the confirmation of his suspicion lies, but his gaze succumbs to the temptation and he finds himself glancing at the older man's slacks before looking away, cheeks tinting pink. 

"Jackie..." Gil tries, "We can't--..."

"You can't what?" Malcolm asks, looking between the two rapidly, brows furrowing.

"Play your game. Give you my analysis of you. Because if I do, this will destroy everything we've built. I'm not going to hurt you, Malcolm. I'm... I'm supposed to protect you. I promised your mom I would..."

Malcolm's hand tremors as he waits for the older man to continue his thought, "Gil..."

"Please don't... If I'm going to do this, then let me." He sighs and rubs his hands along his thighs, "You're terrified, but you're trying to not let on that you are. Your tremor is wracking your entire arm. And you're aroused... but you don't have an excuse like Jackie and I do." 

Malcolm shrugs, "I--"

Gil raises his hand with a warning glance, and Malcolm snaps his jaw shut, "You're holding something back. I have a pretty good guess as to what it is, but I'll leave that for you to tell."

Malcolm's fingers rake through his hair as he panics. "Gil I... I can't" 

"It's okay. You don't have to." Gil rises to approach him, slowly as though he'd run off, "I know you're scared, Mal, but you don't have to be." Gil's own hand mirrors the tremor in Malcolm's.

It makes him frown, hands reaching for Gil's, "Is this okay?" 

"Yeah." He replies, breaths short as he chuckles softly, "It's okay. Is this?" Gil raises the younger's hands to his shoulders, dropping Malcolm's off so they drape around Gil's neck. He waits for Malcolm to nod, "Can I..."

"Yes." Malcolm whispers, hands clasping behind Gil's neck.

Gil leans down, hand coming up to cup his jaw, just as had all throughout Malcolm's childhood. He pauses, as though fighting himself before connecting their lips gently. He feels the younger man melt against him and he presses more intently, tongue prodding at his lips. Malcolm startles, his motions gentle compared to the insistent press from Gil, but he kisses back, left hand raising to tangle in the hair at the base of Gil's neck as he allows the man's tongue to invade his mouth. 

Gil nips at his lower lip, and laughs softly as Malcolm shudders. 

When they separate, Malcolm's blue eyes stare at him wide, panicked, "Gil--"

"Yeah?"

"Was that--" Malcolm tries, breaths short, cheeks pink.

"That was..." Jackie interrupts, rising from the couch, "Woah."

Gil laughs, untangling himself from the younger man's grasp, and stuffing his hands in his pockets, "Yeah?"

Malcolm's cheeks pinken as he agrees with her, arms resting uselessly at his sides, "Yeah."

She laughs softly, and then continues, "Gil, you need to tell him the truth. Tell him what started all of this. If we're doing this, we all need to lay our cards on the table." She runs her hand down Gil's arm, head leaning towards his shoulder. 

"The truth?" Malcolm asks, brows knitting together. 

"Yeah... I... Um..." he pauses, drawing in a deep breath, "Yesterday afternoon when you were taking a shower, I came home early and mistakingly caught you."

"You--"

"Yeah. I heard you getting off." Gil runs his hand over his goatee, scratching it to calm himself, "I didn't mean to, and I'm sorry I intruded, but I can't lie anymore. It's not fair to you."

Malcolm sighs and pulls away from the older man, "Then I need to tell you the truth..." 

"What do you mean?" Gil asks, hands resting on Jackie's arm where they cross over his shoulders. 

"I... I overheard you guys having sex last night. And..." Malcolm turns away, staring at the paperwork on the dining table, "I-- I um... I watched you in the mirror by your door."

At his confession, Gil laughs softly, "Bright, I think you forgot something... Mirrors work both ways. Any time we were in view, so were you."

"You what?!" He yelps, turning back towards the couple. "I-- You--"

Jackie nods, laughing softly, "I was the one who saw you first. I'd looked up because I thought I saw movement in the hallway, and there you were. All pink and wide-eyed in the doorway. Gil didn't see you until after a few minutes, but you'd looked away when he finally noticed."

"It's why I started saying your name, Malcolm." Gil admits, "I was watching you out of my peripheral. I wanted to see your eyes, and just like clockwork, you looked up when I said your name."

Jackie nods and nuzzles into Gil's neck, "When he pointed it out to me, I admit I reacted. I was scared that you'd think we saw you and flee. Gil... He said that he thought it was best for you to not know you'd been spotted. At least... not yet. We wanted to be able to talk with you and give you some time to think before we did anything. We didn't want you scared off or thinking that we were pretending."

"You aren't!" Malcolm yelps, "I mean... I  never thought you were pretending!"

"We know that now, Malcolm." Gil replies, "We just wanted to make sure that you knew that too. But since it's so late, how about we order pizza and watch a movie, and then tomorrow we can talk more about this? We both have Sunday off so we can take the day to figure this out." 

Malcolm nods, smiling as he settles back into his spot on the couch.

One more night of pretending to be normal, he could do this.

----

The evening goes as naturally as it always has, but with an added layer of heat, he can't quite place.

The couple settles onto the couch next to him, turning on an old 90s comedy movie on TV as they eat the large sauceless vegetarian pizza Gil called for delivery. 

It feels just like it always has. 

Secure. 

Loving.

Homey.

Jackie had fallen asleep against Gil's side an hour ago after she'd finished eating, lit only by the kitchen light and the lamp from behind Malcolm's back where he leaned against the arm of the couch.

Malcolm couldn't help but stare at how the gentle yellow glow softened her features. The way the lamplight created soft shadows and highlights along her sleeping face, dark hair messy and curly from Gil's fingers running through it. 

He'd offered his other side to Malcolm, just as he had when the younger man was a child, but tonight it felt inappropriate despite the conversations they'd been having a few hours prior. He kept his distance against the arm, watching the couple fading in and out of sleep. Following Gil's fingers as they stop and go on their trips through Jackie's curls. It's romantic and surreal, but Malcolm can't help but feel like he's intruding despite being invited to join. 

"I can hear you overthinking over there, City Boy," Gil murmurs, smiling as he leans against the back of the couch. Jackie had shifted to lay on Gil's chest, her head laying directly over his heart, jean-clad legs curled up behind her. She'd pulled the plaid sleeves of her shirt down over her hands, pressing the left one against Gil's chest.

It's gonna hurt when she stands, but neither Malcolm nor Gil wants to adjust her. The older man's got his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her securely. 

"I-- I'm not overthinking!" He replies, eyes wide.

"Well, that's the biggest lie I've ever heard." Gil jokes, "I don't think you've ever gone a day in your life without overthinking. Want to tell me what you're worried about?"

He shakes his head, dismissing the fact. 

Gil shrugs, "Alright, well I'm here if you wanna talk it through. For now, I think I need to get Jackie to bed. I can come back in a minute and we can talk if you want."

"Sure." 

He nods, smiling at Malcolm softly before turning his attention to his sleepy wife, "Wake up, baby girl. Come on, we gotta get you to bed. Your back will be sore if you stay here" 

"But m cozy, Daddy" She moans unconsciously, nuzzling closer. Gil chuckles and Malcolm's cheeks tint pink. 

"I know you're cozy, but you can't sleep here. I can cuddle with you upstairs in a little bit. Mal needs to talk before I do okay?" 

She glares at Gil from her spot, hands wrapped tight around his midsection, "You guys can talk with me here. I don't wanna move."

Malcolm laughs softly, "We can talk tomorrow, Gil. It's okay." He rises from the couch, "Allow me to pick up all the dishes, and then I'm gonna go take my nighttime medications before bed."

"Alright, Kid. Goodnight." He smiles at the younger man, turning his attention back to Jackie, "As for you..." He murmurs, "I need you to wake up and head upstairs." She groans in protest, but climbs off the couch and heads towards the stairs. 

Gil turns back to the table and collects the last of the rubbish before heading to the kitchen, "Quit pouting at me, baby. I can feel it."

She laughs and disappears upstairs, leaving Gil behind in the dark living room.

-----

Chapter Text

The next morning, Jackie wakes up before everyone else. The sun streams through the blinds and outside, the birds are tweeting. 

It's almost unreal. 

Gil's snoring beside her, and the soft growls of his breaths rumble through her cheek where it lays against his chest. She presses a gentle kiss to his pec and murmurs a soft good morning. 

He doesn't respond the first time, so she nuzzles him again, nipping at the skin. 

"Shit, woman, I swear you're part animal." He groans, right arm wrapping around her hips, "Can't a man get five more minutes?"

"No." She laughs, nipping at the same spot, "You can't. Come ooooon, we gotta wake up Malcolm and talk about last night!"

Oh.

He'd forgotten about last night.

The memories of the night before come flooding back. Of Malcolm confessing and of the three of them playing their own sick version of a profiling game. The way Malcolm had yelped when he saw Jackie spread out on the couch and gasping for Gil...

"You're spiraling." She interrupts, "Don't worry about it. What's that thing your therapist always says?" 

"Don't try to predict how something will go." He murmurs, running his left hand over his face. "Fuck. Alright, let's go talk this through. After a cup of very dark coffee."

Jackie laughs and nods, "But after five more minutes of snuggling. 'M really cozy."

" Now she wants five more minutes." Gil scoffs affectionately, pulling the covers back up over her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead. She nuzzles closer, eyes falling shut again. "God I love you so much," He whispers. 

"I love you too." She murmurs back, "Five minutes, and then we're going to make breakfast and talk through--"

"Last night, I know," Gil replies.

She makes a happy noise and nods, burrowing under the white duvet, Gil's fingers in her hair lulling her back into a light snooze. 

----

A little under an hour later, she and Gil finally make it to the kitchen. 

Gil turns on the stove, placing a pan over the heat, "Do you want omelets or pancakes?" 

She smiles, turning on the coffee maker, "Pancakes. I know you and Mal love those. If you do chocolate chips you'll get bonus points with him."

"You tryin' to butter him up?" He smiles, getting the shake 'n' pour out of the cupboard. 

"N-No!" She flusters, brown eyes wide, "I... Just wanted to make sure he was happy!" Jackie pours the grounds into the machine and sets out three mugs. "Do you want any fruit on your pancakes?" 

"I'm good. Do we have syrup?"

"Yeah, it's in the cupboard. I bought some at the store last time I was there. I'm gonna go wake Malcolm up." Gil nods, flipping the first pancake onto a plate. 

-----

Malcolm is burrowed under his blanket when she knocks and opens the door, "Malcolm, honey? Are you awake?"

"M not." He murmurs, much to her amusement. 

"Alright, well come downstairs when you are, okay? Gil's making pancakes." She clicks the door back, giving him a minute to wake up and go about his morning routine. 

-----

When they are seated around the table, Malcolm speaks up, "So... Are we going to discuss yesterday?"

Gil drops his fork, takes a deep breath, and laughs, "God, you're just as bad as Jackie is with meal ambushes." Malcolm laughs at the joke, glancing at Jackie. "Either way, we do need to talk about this. I mean, we can't just not talk about how--"

"You kissed me?" Malcolm interrupts around a sip of coffee. 

"Yeah."

"What do we have to talk about? Clearly, there's something there for all three of us, so why are we dancing around it? I mean, we're all adults."

"Kid..." Gil tries.

"No, don't kid him," Jackie cuts in, "You're trying to infantilize him. Gil, he's 22."

Malcolm's eyes widen in shock, "I--"

"Sorry." She replies, "That was harsher than I meant it to be, but we need to talk this through like adults."

"Where do you want to start?" Gil asks, leaning back defeatedly with his black mug in hand. 

"Let's start with this: Malcolm, what do you want?"

"I--" 

"You can be honest, honey." She smiles, reaching for his hand. 

He takes it, holding her hand as an anchor, "I-- I want this."

"This?" Gil asks, raising an eyebrow.

Malcolm's gaze flicks between the couple as he speaks, "I want this. A relationship. With you guys. If you'll have me, that is."

She glances at Gil, a soft smile quirking up her lip. 

"We want that too." He replies, "We've talked about it for about two or three years now and both of us have felt this way about you for a while. I mean--" His cheeks tint pink.

"Still hasn't gotten easier since high school, has it?" Jackie jokes lightly.

Gil shrugs, "What I mean is, we want you too, Malcolm. And not just as a family friend. We want you to be a part of our love story."

"Are you meaning as a temporary thing? Cuz if you're wanting this to be a one-time thing, I'm sorry but I can't do that. I mean, I would love to, but I can't go back to just being that "family friend" that you mentioned. I love you both too much for that and I--"

"Hey, hey..." Gil interrupts, reaching over to where Malcolm and Jackie are still holding hands, stacking his hand on top. "We mean that we want you as long as you'll have us. We love you, Malcolm. Always have. It's just changed over time as you've grown. But we have never thought of you as temporary. I know I speak for both me and Jackie when I say that where our future is, you're there."

"Gil--" He tries, voice dying in his throat.

Jackie smiles and nods, "It's true."

"But what about all of... this." He motions to himself.

"What about it?" She replies.

Gil nods, "Malcolm, we've never been scared of it before, what makes you think we would now?" He squeezes their hands gently, before rising to round the table and crouching next to him. He reaches over, hand on Malcolm's knee, "I promise, we have discussed that there is nothing for us to be scared of. We know all of what you've been through and how it affects you. And if there is something that comes up, we will cross that bridge when we get there. It's okay."

"So what do you say?" Jackie asks, "Malcolm Bright, do you want to be our boyfriend?"

Malcolm nods mutely, smiling. He surges into Gil's arms, straddling his hips as he hugs him tightly. 

Jackie rises and sinks behind Malcolm, straddling Gil's thighs to hug Malcolm and her husband. It feels like a missing part of his life has snapped into place and his vision fogs from tears. 

He pulls back slightly, kissing Gil softly, before turning to connect his lips with Jackie's for the first time. 

Jackie kisses back, and the taste of their coffee and the chocolate from the pancakes sweetens the exchange. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. "Is this okay?" 

He nods, leaning into her touch. She pulls a little more, and an involuntary whimper slips past his lips. 

"Okay, so that was a good move. Noted." Gil murmurs, voice lowering. His beard scratching at the skin below Malcolm's ear. 

"What do you--" Malcolm tries, head resting against her shoulder. 

"Whatever you want." She smiles, "We can just sit here and kiss or if you want to go further we can. Whatever you want. This is at your pace, Malcolm." 

Gil nods, pulling away to stare at his partners, "Your move, Malcolm." 

The younger man pinkens, blue eyes not quite meeting either of them. "I--" They watch him, waiting patiently for his reply, "I... we can let this go wherever it does. I'm okay. I trust you both."

"Well, either way, let's move to the couch," Gil comments, standing when they climb off his lap.

When they settle onto the plush sofa, it's like a switch has been flipped. Jackie's hands tangle in Malcolm's hair as he sits between them, kissing Gil sloppily. He whimpers on a particularly rough slide, much to Gil's pleasure. "So you really do like it when someone pulls your hair... interesting. I always wondered if you liked it rough."

Malcolm nods against his will and Jackie rewards him with a rough pull, ripping a moan from him. She laughs softly, "You make really pretty noises, Malcolm. Doesn't he, Daddy?"

A soft rumble slips past Gil's lips and he nods, "Fuck... Yeah, he does." He licks into Malcolm's mouth, taking control of the exchange.

Malcolm whimpers, climbing into Gil's lap to ease his access as he bites at the older man's lips. His hips jump suddenly as Jackie's hands ghost down his torso. His half-hard cock stirs, and he moans softly, "I... I'm sorry." He whispers, scooting backward to create distance between Gil's crotch and his own. 

"No, don't be, City boy. It's okay." His hands come to rest on Malcolm's hips, pulling him closer once again. "Don't shy away. You look amazing like this." The younger man blushes, but nods regardless. "So tell me," Gil continues, "What can we do to get you writhing like that again?"

Malcolm shivers, blue eyes wide. "Um... What do you mean?"

"I mean... What do you want us to do to make you moan like that again? Is it praise? Roughing you up? Degradation? I promise you, baby, nothing is going to scare us off." 

"He's right," Jackie murmurs behind him, "I can tell you that I was scared to tell him everything I'm into too, but you would be shocked to know he's kinkier than both of us combined." She nuzzles his shoulder, kissing the soft t-shirt resting against his frame. "You're okay, I promise. And, if you don't know, he and I can start trying different things. Do you have any triggers you need us to avoid?"

He nods, "Um... my ex and I discovered calling me "my boy" or "son" made me panic, um... I don't like being held down against my will." Immediately, both Gil and Jackie let go of his body, "No wait, pinning and holding is fine but being held down is different somehow. I also know that I don't like it when something is over my nose and mouth. It scares me." He smiles awkwardly, head ducked, "I'm sorry."

"No! Don't be sorry!" Gil smiles, "Thank you for telling us. Do you have a safeword?" 

"A what?" 

Jackie makes a shocked noise behind him and he turns, "What's wrong?"

"Sweetheart, you should always have a safe word if you're having sex! Even if it isn't a kinky scene!" She explains, panic in her eyes. 

"I do?"

"Yes! Gil has one, I have one, and you should too!"

"What's yours?" Malcolm asks, head tilting.

"Mine is snowfall" 

"And mine," Gil adds, "Is Yankee."

Malcolm smiles softly, laughing lightly at the reference, "What about me?"

"Yours can be whatever you want. Some people make a noise, other people use specific words that they love, or you can use the stoplight system of 'red' for stop, 'yellow' for slow down or negotiate, and 'green' for go." Jackie explains, "It's whatever makes you comfortable. No one can take your right to a safeword away. We've been to a few clubs where they had a rule--"

"No safeword, no scene," Gil replies with a shrug, "It's as simple as that."

Malcolm's mind wanders for a moment to the concept of Gil and Jackie in a club. He'd been to a few with Vijay, but they'd never scened. They'd always just watched from the sidelines as the other doms and subs played together. He wonders if he'd ever seen them at one of the clubs, and not known it was them. The thought makes him shiver and roll his hips against the older man's. 

"What was that about?" Gil smirks.

Malcolm blushes, deflecting, "N-Nothing. I wanna use the stoplights I think." 

He nods, "Sounds good. I will tell you, that Jackie needs me to be a bit rougher than you're probably used to, so I'm going to be gentle with you, okay?" Malcolm nods, "What else do you know you like? I never got a good clear answer. The only things I know so far are that you like having your hair pulled, that you definitely like praise, and that you are more responsive to gentle prompting than rough stuff. What I need to know though, is do you like it when Daddy calls you baby?"

The response is immediate from both of Gil's subs. Jackie shivers, and Malcolm moans quietly. "That's what I thought." He continues, squeezing Malcolm's hips when he rolls against him.

Jackie leans over, kissing her husband softly, heatedly. He groans softly when she bites at his lip, murmuring something into the kiss. Gil nods, kissing her once more briefly. 

"Malcolm, are you sure you want this?" He asks, "You can say no at any time." 

"I want this," Malcolm states, running his hands through his hair, right hand tremoring slightly.

"Alright." Gil takes a deep breath, expression hardening as he centers himself, "Jackie, I want you to go wait for me on your spot in our room, understood? Malcolm and I will be there in a few minutes." She nods obediently, rising from the couch and heading upstairs, leaving Gil and Malcolm on the couch.

Malcolm sits on Gil's lap, seemingly frozen in place. "This is--"

"A lot? My first scene was too. Just breathe for me, okay?" Malcolm nods, and Gil rewards him with a gentle kiss. "You're doing so good already. You and Vijay had sex, right?" 

"We did, yes. A-- A few times. I'm prepared for that as well if you want to do that. I mean-- I don't want to assume. Your... Your body language says you want that too, but I understand if you don't. It's--"

"Hey." Gil smiles, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "It's okay. We have lube and condoms if you want them."

"I have a little bullet vibrator too."

"I know." He smirks, "You're welcome to grab it if you want as we go by your room, but right now there is a really gorgeous woman waiting for her daddy and his baby to play with her, and it's rude to keep her waiting." Malcolm shivers and leans into the hand at the back of his neck. "Come on, let's go see if she listened to me."

When Gil pushes the door open upstairs, he sees Jackie kneeling on a red circle cushion in the center of the soft white rug. The midmorning light streams in, outlining her form. She'd stripped down to her bra and underwear, and the hands behind her back. A silk rope, a bottle of lube, and her black collar lay on the ground next to her.  "You're such a good girl." He praises, hand running through her dark curls.

She whimpers, nuzzling his thigh, nosing against his hip and the fleece pants covering it. 

"Soon, princess." He growls, "Malcolm?" 

The younger man rounds the corner slowly, "Yes?"

"Would you strip and come kneel with Jackie?"

He silently nods, dropping the toy and his bottle of strawberry lube in Gil's hand as he passes, standing before his partners as he removes his Harvard t-shirt. They track the skin as he reveals it, following the elastic of his sweatpants as they slide down his legs. He lays them together by the dresser before kneeling quietly next to Jackie. He mirrors her position, hands clasped behind his back, gaze fixed on Gil's feet. "Good boy." He purrs, "Who knew you could take direction so well?" His fingers tangle in Malcolm's brown locks scratching gently at his scalp. The younger man leans into his touch, and Gil can't help but smile, "And now for you." He turns towards Jackie, crouching in front of her. His hand grasps her jaw, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You are going to play nice with our baby, aren't you?" She nods, lashes fluttering as Gil's breath dances across her face. "Good girl. Keep your head up until I'm done with you."

"Yes, Daddy." She replies softly, picking a spot on the wall across the room and staring at it, keeping her breaths even as his hands touch around the column of her throat.

Gil clicks the lock shut, pulling it to confirm its tension before rising to stand before them, "Would you like your arms free for this evening? I know it's still technically within your punishment time, but this is an exception I think. And you've been so good these last couple of days that I can release you from it."

"Thank you, Daddy." She replies, smiling gratefully at the dom. "I'll be so good for you."

He turns back towards Malcolm, taking note of the hints of fear in the man’s eye. He reaches down, running a calloused hand along his jaw. "Hey, punishments aren't something we have to do, okay? It's part of our dynamic she and I agreed on over ten years ago, and her arms being bound during sex is a punishment we agreed on if she broke a rule. You and I don't have to have rules or punishments if you don't feel safe with it. That is completely okay. And if you do decide you want it, we will talk through that together. All three of us. Every dynamic is different. Even ones involving three people."

Malcolm nods, breathing carefully, "Okay." He smiles and nods, leaning into the gentle brush of Gil's hand on his cheek. 

"Now, you two have fun, I'm going to go sit over there." He motions to the plush leather armchair in the corner, tucked just beside the entry to the vanity area and bathroom. He waves his hand, indicating for them to proceed. 

Malcolm shakes slightly, nerves getting the best of him as he adjusts to sit cross-legged on the carpet, staring at Jackie sitting next to him. "May I--"

She nods, and he crawls closer, pausing just before they can touch. 

"Go on, baby girl, you can lead. Get him all nice and ready for me," Gil prompts. 

She nods at him and pushes Malcolm onto his back. Her arms hold his wrists, keeping him in place. "This okay?" He nods, breaths coming out in short, desperate gasps, hips rolling upwards in search of friction. "Good." She connects their lips, licking into his mouth the way Gil had earlier, pulling a soft whine from his chest. "That's it," she praises, "One thing about having a dom like Gil is that I got really good at taking control. Because I learned from the best. Keep your arms here." Jackie lets go of his wrists and leans down, kissing his jaw, neck, and shoulders, "Is this okay? 

Malcolm nods, writhing under her form, "Fuck." 

"Eventually." She murmurs, "Trust me, Daddy's been waiting a long time for that."

Somewhere behind her, Gil groans softly at the proposition. Malcolm mirrors the sound, and Jackie laughs, "You want that too?" He nods, wriggling under her grasp as her lips kiss down his sternum. "Are your nipples sensitive, Malcolm?"

He nods, feet sliding along the floor to cage her hips in. She raises her eyebrow, leaning down and nipping softly at his left nipple, reveling in the pathetic keening noise that slips past his lips. Her thigh brushes against his bulge, and he shivers. She presses again, simulating a thrust, biting down on the skin of his pec. 

"Hah-- Jackie , don't-- don't tease me, please." He moans, much to her pleasure. 

"Aw, let me! I expect that in the dorms you and Vijay were on a time crunch, so I want to properly take you apart this time and show you how sex is actually supposed to be." She presses a kiss just below the hickey she'd sucked by his heart, licking down his ribs and stomach, stopping here and there to add a few more soft purple marks. Jackie kisses across his hips and laughs softly against the skin when he rolls against her mouth.

"Jackie--"

"I've got you. Just enjoy." She kisses down to the front of his covered dick but pulls back before she can give him any stimulation. 

Malcolm's cock is fully hard, leaking against his hip. She unconsciously licks her lips, and Malcolm blushes. "Can I?" 

"Fuck, please!" he moans, head falling back on the floor, hands clasped above his head. Malcolm resists the urge to buck up and instead spreads his legs for her to access him easily. 

He'd grown accustomed to her kisses along his body, but when she tongues along the outline of his cock, he yelps. The sound doesn't deter her, if anything it spurs her on. Doubling down, she licks and sucks at the shape of him through the dark boxer shorts and he writhes under her gaze. 

Gil's voice purrs from the chair as he praises them both. 

Malcolm attempts to imagine how they must look to him and the thought alone makes his cock twitch in its confines. 

Jackie continues suckling at the fabric until it's thoroughly soaked. "Can I take these off?" She asks, turning to look at Gil in his chair. 

The older man's appearance takes her breath away. He's sitting back, left ankle crossed over his right knee and his hand's rubbing along his beard. Dark eyes track their movements and she notices how unbothered he would appear if not for the quickness of his breaths and the way he's palming himself through his pajama pants. 

"You're asking the wrong person, baby girl," Gil replies, voice rough. Both subs shiver at the tone, and he nods, "You're the one playing with him right now."

"C-Can I take these off?" She asks Malcolm, her brown eyes locked on his blue ones. 

He nods, "Fuck, please! I'm already so close." 

Quickly, she scrabbles to remove the boxers from his hips, revealing the skin inch by inch. When she finally catches sight of Malcolm's flushed length, Jackie whimpers. "Fuck, Mal..." She leans down, hair falling over her shoulder as she licks down his hip towards the base. He'd clearly shaved somewhat recently, and the stubble's short and soft from his expensive rosy body wash. 

Malcolm likes to be well-groomed. 

Jackie licks at the skin, pressing soft kisses to his length, working towards his head. The man whines, his body keening towards her soft lips. "Please, Jackie..." 

"Alright, alright" She laughs, taking him into her mouth and suckling at the tip. 

"Hold on, Malcolm, she's a Godsend with that tongue." Gil purrs. The sound of his voice is like breaking for air in water, and Malcolm clings to it for life as she takes him inch by inch.

He fights the urge to buck up when her lips reconnect with his base, and he feels his cock hit the back of her throat. "Take it, Jackie." Gil orders and the woman shivers around Malcolm's length. 

"I-- I'm close... fuck 'm close..." He whimpers, reveling in the feeling of her tongue swirling around him. "J-Jackie!" Malcolm's hands drop to her hair, tangling in the dark curls. 

She pulls off with a soft pop and smirks, "Cum, Malcolm." As soon as the last syllable has left her lips, she leans down, taking him fully into her mouth, establishing a rhythm, and sucking harshly. 

He moans and whines, filling the air with desperate noises. With a sharp yelp, he gasps, "Jackie, Jackie, Jackie! Fuck!" His free hand locks in his own hair, pulling it as his back arches. Malcolm cries out, spilling into her mouth. 

"That's it..." Gil interrupts, "Good boy." He whines again, and she pulls off, lips sealed tight. Gil rises and walks towards the couple on the floor. Malcolm sits up, waiting for another instruction. Jackie turns her head, parting her lips without his prompting. "You're such a good girl, aren't you? Holding onto Malcolm's cum without me telling you to? I've trained you so well." She nods, pushing her tongue out to present the younger man's spend. Jackie's eyes meet his in a silent beg, and he chuckles, "No, you may not swallow. You know that you have to share." He kneels down in front of her, taking hold of her collar to pull her into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. 

Malcolm watches wide-eyed as Gil licks into her mouth, transferring all of Malcolm's cum into his mouth. His cheeks pinken at the older man's groan when the sour-sweet taste explodes in his mouth. 

Gil pulls away, swallowing. "Fuck--" He murmurs, leaning in to kiss Malcolm filthily, "How did we get so lucky to find such a good boy?" The younger man whimpers, strands of his usually perfect hair falling in his face as he kisses back. 

Jackie watches on, grinding against her heel. 

When she shivers and a whine slips out, Gil breaks the kiss, "Oh you better not be touching without permission, baby."

She pulls away, "I'm not, Daddy. I'll be good."

"I know you will. Now, I want you both on the bed."

Malcolm clambers onto the bed. He hasn't been up here in years, but the plush white comforter feels just as it always has. He sits on his heels, waiting for her to join him. Gil watches, smiling at his partners as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. 

This was really happening. 

Gil removes his pants and boxers just as Jackie takes off her own underwear. He climbs on the bed and sits before them, dropping Malcolm's vibrator and lube on the bed. "So, how do you want to do this? I know for a fact that I want to fuck you, Malcolm, but that's been a given for years." The man in question shivers, tucking his hands under his thighs to keep them in control. "And as for you, baby girl, I know you've talked about riding him forever. So how about we do that?"

"That sounds perfect," Jackie comments. 

"I wanna do that." He replies, "Please." 

Gil chuckles and presses a simple kiss to both of their lips, "Then that we will do. Can you lay on your back for me, Malcolm?" 

He nods and reaches for the bottle of lube before lying down, popping it open. Before he can squeeze the pink fluid onto his fingers, Gil grabs the bottle. He pours the lube onto his own digits and smirks, "You really thought I was going to let you do that yourself? Trust me, baby, I've waited years to get my fingers inside of you." 

Malcolm shivers, spreading his legs to give the older man access. "Fuck-- Please Gil.” He reaches for Gil, begging silently for a kiss. 

"Fuck, sweetheart. I know." He replies, leaning up for a kiss as he rubs the cold lube against Malcolm's hole. He licks into his mouth as he presses a finger in, and Malcolm breaks the kiss to moan softly. "Come on, open up for me." He murmurs, pressing more of the finger inside. 

Jackie leans down, connecting her lips with Malcolm's distracting him long enough for Gil to add a second finger. He whimpers, hand tangling in her hair as she tongue-fucks his mouth. 

He scissors his fingers, causing Malcolm to whine brokenly. The sound wracks shivers down Gil's spine and he curls his fingers, searching for the younger man's prostate. When he finds it and presses, Malcolm screams. "I know, feels good doesn't it?" He purrs as he slides a third finger in. Gil stretches them, watching as Jackie goes back to teasing Malcolm's nipples. The younger man whimpers and Gil wants nothing more than to take an afternoon and wring as many of those noises out of Malcolm Bright as he humanly can. "Sweetheart, why don't you prep yourself for Malcolm? Show him how to make you feel good."

"Yes, Daddy," she nods, spreading her legs to show off her soaked center to the men. 

Gil purrs approvingly, "Aw, did playing with Malcolm get you soaked? Maybe next time, we can see if you having his cock in your mouth is enough to make you cum. What do you think?" She whimpers, nodding. 

Jackie wastes no time teasing herself and instead slips her fingers down to rub against her clit, the visual in front of her enough to drive her closer to the edge. 

Gil slides his fingers out, wiping the strawberry scent on his t-shirt at the foot of the bed. "Are you ready, Malcolm?" 

"Fuck, please, D--" He cuts himself off, sucking his lip into his mouth. 

"Say it," Gil commands, pouring more lube on his fingers, spreading it over his own cock. "Come on, baby, I wanna hear you."

Malcolm moans and whispers, "Please... Daddy..." 

The word barely makes it into the air between them, but it lights a fire in Gil's stomach. He groans, his eyes falling shut as he gives himself a few loose strokes. "Ready?"

Malcolm nods, "Please..." 

Gil lines his length up with Malcolm's hole and pushes in gently. It catches, and they both moan, "Fuck, baby." He falls forward, hands framing Malcolm's head, intertwining their fingers. Gil pushes in more, giving Malcolm the entirety inch by inch. 

"You're doing so good for me, Malcolm. Taking Daddy's cock so well." 

He's rewarded with a whine, "M-Move!" he begs, staring up at Gil like he hung the stars. 

Gil obliges, rolling his hips to pull his cock out almost entirely before pushing back in, establishing a slow rhythm to start. "And now for you, baby girl." He murmurs, turning towards Jackie, "You wanna face him?"

"Y-yeah." She crawls over, straddling him. 

"Please..." Malcolm whispers, squeezing Gil's hands as she sinks down slowly on his dick.

As soon as she's settled, Gil leans over and kisses her, before moving his hips in a swift rhythm. 

The motion causes Malcolm to buck up, and Jackie matches his moan as they collide. She raises up and allows gravity to do the work, riding Malcolm carefully. 

"Fuck look at you two..." Gil murmurs, kissing Jackie's neck, "It took everything in me to not crawl over to you two on the floor earlier and fuck you right there. Wanted to hear you begging and desperate for me... for us."

"Fuck, Daddy..." Jackie moans, speeding up her hips. She reaches for her clit, but Gil releases Malcolm's hands to grab hers and hold them to her sides. She whines pathetically, and the sound causes Malcolm's hips to cant upwards. 

"Ask him, baby." He purrs, "His hands are free, yours... aren't." She pulls against him and he tightens them, ripping a soft mewl from her throat. 

"Pl-Please, Malcolm, touch me?" Jackie looks down at the younger man, "Fuck, please..." she bounces her hips, tightening around him.

Malcolm whimpers, "Fuck, Jackie..." He reaches up, touching his fingers to where they're connected. She continues her motions, matching Gil's rhythm as Malcolm's fingers ghost just over her clit. 

"Mal-Malcolm!" She yelps, hands writhing in Gil's grasp as the older man kisses her neck. He chuckles, and presses down, rubbing softly. Her back arches away from Gil's body as she keens, "Fuck..."

He releases her wrists, wrapping his arms gently around her waist, "I know, baby, feels good, doesn't it?" Gil speeds up his thrusts, angling to hit Malcolm's prostate each time.

"Holy shit, fuck please, Gil!" He cries out, briefly pressing hard on her core. She whines, speeding up her motions. 

"Fuck please, Daddy..." She mewls, "Fuck, Mal... F-feels so good..."

"D-Daddy!" Malcolm shouts, "Fuck!"

The shout catches both of them off guard, and Gil purrs, "I knew I would get it out of you eventually..." He delivers bruising thrusts, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. 

"Fuck, 'm close..." Jackie yelps, "C-Can I cum, Daddy?"

Gil groans, leaning forwards to lick and suck at her throat, hand pulling at her collar, "Yeah, yeah fuck, baby. Cum for Daddy."

As soon as he gives the go-ahead, Malcolm speeds up his fingers, bringing her closer to the edge. "Fuck, please, Jackie... Cum for me, please please please..." He begs, whimpering as she tightens around him. 

She yelps out for her partners as her orgasm takes her by storm. Both men groan at the sight. "Fuck, baby..." Gil praises, "You're so gorgeous, sweetheart. So perfect for Daddy, baby." He presses kisses to her shoulder, releasing her from his grasp. 

With a gentle kiss, she climbs off of Malcolm and lays down next to him on her side. 

Malcolm comes face to face with Gil, and it knocks the air out of his lungs. 

Gil's forehead is slightly glimmering from the exertion, and his lips are parted around desperate breaths. He's never looked more beautiful. 

"Now, I can take care of you." He purrs, leaning down to kiss Malcolm sloppily. 

"Please, Gil... Daddy... Fuck!" He wraps his arms around Gil's neck, tightening around him as he lets out soft little uh, uh, uh's with each thrust. 

"God, Malcolm, you're so fucking perfect." He groans, brushing over Malcolm's prostate again. "Are you gonna cum without me touching you?"

"Fuck, please... Make me cum for you, Daddy! Please 'm so close."

"Are you?" Gil challenges, hands running down Malcolm's torso. 

Jackie reaches over, pinching the younger man's nipples, pulling them into firm peaks. Malcolm leans over, kissing her as Gil fucks into him roughly, holding his hips. 

"C-Close!!"

"Fuck, I know baby. Hold on for me okay? Just a little longer." He groans and scratches down Malcolm's abdomen, "I'm right behind you."

"D-Daddy!" Malcolm yelps, "Fuck, Gil please lemme cum, please please please please!!!" 

"Alright, sweetheart, cum for me. Cum for Daddy. You're doing so good, come on. You feel so good, baby." Gil growls, reaching down to grab at Malcolm's cock. 

As soon as his hand touches it, Malcolm cries out, tears falling down his cheeks as he releases. "Daddy... Daddy... Please!!" 

Gil shouts, and Malcolm whines as the older man fills him. He whimpers with overstimulation, as Gil pulls out, leaning down to lick the cum off of Malcolm's torso. 

"God that was perfect," Jackie states, chest rising and falling quickly. Gil and Malcolm laugh softly, nodding in agreement. 

"Shower?" Gil asks leaning down and scooping Malcolm and Jackie into his arms, holding them. 

They both nod, the heavy smell of sex, sweat, and artificial strawberry filling the air. 

"You had to pick strawberry, didn't you?" Gil teases, standing up to lead his partners into the ensuite.

Jackie turns on the shower as Gil runs his fingers through Malcolm's floppy hair. He leans his head against Gil's chest, eyes bleary from the post-sex daze. 

"Come on, sweetheart." She chuckles, taking Malcolm's hands and leading him into the shower. She holds him around the shoulders, hugging him softly, "I do the same thing after Gil fucks me too. It's a side effect." He snickers, and Gil climbs in behind them. The shower's a tight fit for the three of them, but they wouldn't change it for the world. They each take turns rinsing under the spray, scrubbing the sweat and lube off their bodies. Gil leans down, pressing kisses to both of their foreheads, "I love you both." He murmurs.

"I love you too." Jackie and Malcolm reply simultaneously.

They remain under the water for a few more minutes before the water runs cold, prompting them to get out. 

"I'm gonna head to bed, okay?" Malcolm states, wrapping himself in the fluffy purple towel offered by Jackie. "I'll see you guys after a nap.” 

"Wait, where are you going?" Gil asks, towelling himself off, "You can sleep in here with us, sweetheart." 

Malcolm looks up, wide-eyed, "Really?"

"Of course!" Jackie smiles, "Come on, let's go get pajamas." 

She leads him back to the main area, and over to the dresser. 

"But mine are next door. I don't have any in here."

"Oh, Malcolm, just steal Gil's. I'm sure they'll fit you, even though you're a little small. I haven't bought pajamas in years, his are the coziest!"

Gil calls from the other room, "Great, so now I have not one but two pajama thieves?" 

"Yep. Thanks, dear!" she laughs, pulling out three pairs of flannel pajama pants and three soft-worn t-shirts. She hands them to Malcolm, pulling out underwear for herself and Gil. "You can borrow a pair of Gil's boxers or just go without if you want. Neither of us mind, I promise."

He nods, sitting the clothes down on the bed and sliding on a pair of pants. As he pulls on the NYPD shirt from the top of the stack, mind flicking back to the photo on the mantle.

"Y'know, you look good in the NYPD letters." Gil praises, "Maybe one day you can join me and get your own shirts." He leans down, pulling on a different pair of pants, forgoing a shirt. Jackie puts on the third outfit, climbing onto the bed and pulling Malcolm in beside her. 

Gil climbs in behind him smiling at how naturally Jackie took the big spoon position behind the younger man, eyes closed. Gil raises his arm, and without a word, Malcolm curls up on his chest. 

He's asleep before Gil can even kiss his forehead.

Goodnight, Malcolm Bright.