#supernova ship

Tom has never ridden a horse before. Of course he’s been on a horse, he’s filmed westerns, but they never taught him how to ride. They taught Colt. Which made sense, they claimed that it was a safety concern, but for as many times as he’s been on a horse he’s never been able to actually enjoy it. 

Normally he works on his birthday. For a man who tends to really like to celebrate himself, birthday’s seem to be the one thing he doesn’t really want to celebrate. It just felt so lonely, even with other people around him. He never truly felt seen, never truly felt like people cared. It’s easy to hand wave it away when it’s a frivolous party he’s throwing, when he can convince himself it doesn’t matter that his guests didn’t care about him because he was the vehicle for them having a good time, and it’s not like they didn’t, like, fully not care. They just didn’t care in the way he’s always wanted someone to care. 

So this year, when Jody told him that not only was she giving him and Simon the day off, but they had also built in a week off of shooting. He’d tried to ask why, to tell her he was fine with working, that every other director let him work on his birthday, but she refused to say more, only telling him to ask Simon and Rylie. 

When he had, they’d been cagey about it all. His birthday was the next day, so it’s not like he had long to wait, but one of the biggest things about him is that he hates surprises. They knew this, so they were extra sweet and attentive to him all night, trying to distract him with touches and kisses and his favorite meal from a little place across town. Simon had even gone and gotten it for them while he and Rylie cuddled on the couch. To be fair, Simon had come back to Tom’s cock down Rylie’s throat, but the dinner was able to sit in the fridge for a little bit before needing to be eaten. That had distracted him for a good while, basking in the afterglow of a great fuck and a good dinner. 

He’d gone to bed with both of them cuddled up to him, thinking that if his birthday was just like this tomorrow he may have to rethink not wanting to celebrate them. It was nice to be so attended to by the two of them, to have all of their attention. Normally these types of nights he and Simon would be going over scenes for the next day while Rylie either graded homework or read scientific journals. Maybe they might have time to watch a movie before he and Simon needed to go to bed, but Rylie was a night owl and apparently didn’t need much sleep. But tonight he’d been able to climb into bed with both of them already waiting for him.

In the morning he’s being gently shaken awake, ripped from a dream where he’s on a beach somewhere, watching the two of them swim in the water. Maybe that’s what they should do on their week long break, he thinks in that dreamy haze before his body understands what’s happening. He could get the jet ready in a few hours, take them to a really nice beach somewhere. He could ask Gail where to go, she knows that kind of stuff. 

“Honey, wake up,” Rylie says softly, and he can tell it’s Rylie who kisses his cheek because he knows his boyfriends inside and out. 

“We have something for you,” Simon laughs softly, and Tom feels something being set on the bed next to his hip.

He makes a sleepy noise and sits up, rubbing at his eyes and pushing his hair back. It’s longer than he would normally like it because of the role Jody has him playing right now, Simon’s hair is shorter than the two of them like as well. Concessions for a fat paycheck at the end of the day.

When he opens his eyes he sees Rylie and Simon looking at him with barely concealed excitement and a gold wrapped box in front of him with a blue bow. It’s a pretty big box, big enough to be a fabric box, he thinks. Is this for him? For his birthday? What could they have gotten him?*

“Happy birthday!” They said in unison, Simon pushing the box towards him.

“Sorry to wake you so early,” Simon leaned over and gave him a kiss, “But we have somewhere to be soon, and you need this for it.”

“Somewhere to be?” Tom asked, voice still rusty from disuse, hands going towards the box, “Where are we going? Did you talk with Earl about the jet?”

“We don’t need the jet, honey.” Rylie laughed softly, “But Seth will be here shortly with the car. Enough time for you to open this and do your beauty routine.”

He nodded, still so sleepy and very confused. Opening the box slowly, he peered in and he was immediately fully awake. On top was a dark brown, leather cowboy hat, with a braid along the band that’s gold, green, and blue. About halfway up the left side of the roll are two gold rings pierced into it, matching the earrings he has. He took it out and looked on the inside, seeing the initials SF and RG burned inside in what looks like their handwriting. 

His hands were shaking as he put it on. It was a perfect fit, not too heavy, but not too light either. He could feel the tears well in his eyes - no one has ever given him something so special, so personal. It’s not for a costume, it’s not for a cosplay (he’s never done that before, but he wants to, ever since Rylie said how fun it is), it’s something that was made for him. It wasn’t an after thought, something that someone saw and picked it up because they knew he liked cowboys. They had to design this, had to find a person to make it, had to detail exactly what they wanted and they wanted it to look. How long had this taken? He knew good hats can take a little bit of time, and this was a good hat. It would probably last till the end of the world if he took care of it properly, which he intends too. 

Before he could say anything Rylie nudged him to look at the box again and inside is a matching jacket, an honest to god cowboy jacket. It was made from the same leather as the hat, and it looked like it’s going to fit perfectly as well. He picked that up and held it up, marveling at the construction, at the care to detail. Underneath was one more thing, a pair of cowboy boots, same leather again, they must have gotten these made all from the same place. The boots had detailed etching up the side, and a gold plate on the toebox. Together they all formed the perfect picture of a cowboy. 

He looked up, holding the coat tight in his hands, tears finally falling down his cheeks, “This is . . . this is all for me?”

“Yeah, it’s part of your birthday present.” Simon smiled so fondly at him, brushing a couple stray curls that had fallen in his face as he was looking through the box, “We know how much you like westerns and cowboys and horses, and we wanted to give you something special for your birthday.” Rylie scooted closed to him, rubbing his arm comfortingly, “The second part of your birthday present is two fold - today we’re going to a ranch so you can learn how to ride a horse, and then tomorrow we’re heading to a place that does fully immersive experience where we’ll spend a week being cowboys.”

“What??” Tom had asked, eyes widening as he continued to cry, “Like . . . like live action roleplaying??”

Simon nodded, “Exactly like that. It’s in Montana, and we do have to leave a little early tomorrow, but we’ve taken care of everything, even your luggage. We got more outfits for you that fit with the old west theme and they’re already at the place along with our luggage. You just have to worry about learning how to ride something other than us.” Simon teased, bringing his hand to the side of Tom’s face and gently wiping his tears away with his thumb. 

“Thank you!” Tom breathed, not really sure what else to say. Just like with the present he’s never, ever felt this loved before, this seen. He’s had relationships in the past of course, but no one had ever taken this much time to get to know him, no one had ever done this much for him. He was always the one to shower people with gifts, though admittedly he’d never really taken the time to get to know what they liked, people were always okay with expensive gifts. These two though? They could have very easily bought him something like a new pair of designer shoes, took him to a steak house, and fucked him at the end of the night like he liked but instead they spent however long designing and finding a place that would make everything in house to perfection, found a place to go and let him be a cowboy for a week, and even listened when he said offhandedly one time that he didn’t know how to ride a horse, but that he’d always wanted to learn. He’d said it one time to Rylie on set when Rylie had asked him if there were any of the stunts Colt did that Tom wanted to do but they wouldn’t let him. He said actually ride a horse instead of just sit on it. Rylie had nodded and the conversation had moved on and he thought that was it. Clearly Rylie had really taken it to heart. 

“Of course, baby.” Simon cooed, giving him a kiss. 

“Now let’s go get ready,” Rylie smiled, standing up and holding out his hand, “If we’re quick we can have a little fun in the shower if you want, birthday boy.”

That had got Tom moving fast. 

The ranch had shut down for the three of them, the owner coming out and personally greeting them and being their tour guide. It was absolutely incredible. He got to pet so many horses, learn the different parts of a saddle and how to put it on, learned how to pull himself up without the help of five different pairs of hands making sure he didn’t fall. They taught him how to read the horse's body language, how to make it go faster and slower. And he got to do it all in his new outfit, minus the coat because it was a little too warm for that. But at the end of the day he did have pictures of himself riding, looking like a real life cowboy, the biggest, realest smile on his face that he generally only sees when he’s in private and Rylie’s taken a photo of him. 

His new phone background is a shot of the three of them on their respective horses, waving at the camera. A ranch hand had taken it for them, saying something about it being the perfect photo. And it was. He was in front on his horse, a flush on his face after having just ridden through a field at full gallop. Simon was after, smirking at the camera, cool and calm. Rylie was last, looking so damn comfortable on that horse Tom had asked him if he’d ridden before and Rylie had said that after Colt was taught the first time they liked to try and go riding often. Before Rylie told him that he had been a little jealous and angry at Colt for being able to learn and he couldn’t, but that had swayed his thoughts. Even though Tom hadn’t been able to learn, Colt was able to use that knowledge to bond with his brother and have fun. He couldn’t be upset with something that caused Rylie such happiness, even if it had been at his expense. 

That night had ended at a nice steakhouse and the three of them intertwined with each other under the sheets, but it had been the best birthday ever. 

Now he’s standing in the airport after a red eye to Montana, trying to fight back the blurriness in his eyes. He had slept on the plane over, but sleeping in planes never really agreed with him, even with sleeping on Rylie’s chest while Simon was looking over a script they’d been sent by Jody for the next movie. 

“You ready for this?” Rylie asks him, nudging him. Simon hands him a cup of coffee he’d produced from somewhere and he takes it gratefully, taking a big sip before nodding at Rylie. 

“I am, I don’t really know what to expect, though.” He is excited, of course he’s excited, but he’s also a little nervous. He has so many thoughts about how this could go, about how incredible it could be, or how disappointing, depending. No matter what, though, he knows that as long as Simon and Rylie are with him it’ll be worth it. He just also really wants to feel like a cowboy without cameras trained on him and directors calling cut every 2 minutes before he feels like he can really get into character. 

“From what I can tell, we’ll be able to play characters, essentially. We can either pick a new name or go by our own. When we get there we’ll have to sign some standard paperwork, and they told me they added an NDA because of you and I. We won’t be allowed our phones all week either, so we won’t need to worry about cameras.” Simon smiles, keeping his eye out for the driver that’s supposed to be picking them up.

“Well that’s good,” Tom nods, taking another sip of his drink, “And what are we going to do the whole week?”

“Whatever we want!” Rylie smiles wide, “That’s the fun of it. There are experiences we can choose from. We decided to let you pick those, if there are any you even want to do. Everything is already paid for, so whatever we want to do we can. They’ll give us fake money, I guess gold? To pay for drinks and stuff at the bar.” 

“When we get there they’ll sit us down and go over everything, then we’ll be shown around. The experience doesn’t officially start till tomorrow, so it gives us time to get our bearings.” Simon motions to a car that’s pulled up, “Rides here, c’mon.”

Tom and Rylie follow Simon out, Rylie grabbing a hold of Tom’s hand as they walk and squeezing it, “It’s okay to be nervous,” He says quietly, knowing Simon can still hear them. 

“I know, I know. I just want it to be fun, you know? I want you two to have fun too. I know this isn’t really your jams, like actually the direct opposite of your jams since you two are space nerds and all that, but this is a literal dream come true, but it won’t be as good if you two aren’t enjoying yourselves.” he cracks his fingers on the hand that isn’t holding Rylie’s, a nervous habit Gail absolutely hates, but one he can’t seem to break himself out of. Better than chewing the inside of his cheek like Rylie does and accidentally drawing blood.

There’s only a few paps out this early in the morning, must be the ones that follow the flight pattern of his jet. Those are always the most intense ones, but it’s easy enough to move past them, ignoring the shouted questions. The narrative that’s bloomed around the three of them has been Tom and Rylie being together, while Simon is their best friend. They haven’t said anything different, because it’s no one's business at the end of the day. Though Tom does find all of the edits and think pieces and rpf about the three of them being in a relationship hysterical. He’s got some fanart saved on his phone, one piece in particular is his actual background. 

Simon opens the door to the SUV and lets the two of them get in first, not even looking at the camera’s. Hopefully they don’t get anything useful, because Tom is sure he looks exhausted, and he really doesn’t want to see headlines talking about how he’s, like, in an anxious spiral or back on drugs or something. He’s been preferring the ones talking about him and Rylie, about Colt being Rylie’s twin brother, about Simon being their ride or die or whatever. Maybe they do need to draft up a statement about the three of them being together. It would be food for these vultures for years to come. 

The door closes behind them and Simon settles in, pulling out his phone and sending off a couple texts, “Just letting the owners know we’re on our way and checking in with security.”

Tom sits next to him, resting his head on Simon’s shoulder, “You’re such a good best friend!” he teases, looking up at him with those big puppy dog eyes he knows Simon likes. Rylie giggles from where he’s buckled in, cracking open a water bottle and taking a sip. 

Simon’s eyes cut over to him and he chuckles softly, “Oh, I’ll show you how good of a best friend I am tonight, cowboy.” 

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In the end, the owners are absolutely ecstatic that the three of them are there. They even treat Rylie with the same respect they give Tom and Simon, which is a huge plus in Tom’s books. Way too often there are times where the three of them go somewhere and Rylie is overlooked or even attempted to be shooed away, and every time both he and Simon have to try and hold back from bitching someone or a whole room out. Rylie says he’s used to it, but it obviously doesn’t make him feel the best. If this experience is good for everyone, then Tom might have to book them yearly trips here. He gets to pick a couple experiences - trail riding, watching a bar fight, watching a rodeo, getting in a horse race, a dancing night at the saloon, a vaudeville show, Crucially, though, because they know this is for his birthday and apparently this place is modeled after a western he did a few years back, they offered him a sheriff star to wear if he wanted. Of course he wanted. They’d even said he could keep it at the end of the experience, and he’s already thinking about where he wants to display it in their LA penthouse. 

They’re staying in a suite in the inn, a big room with a connecting bathroom and lounge area. It was explained to them that while they like the old west, they felt as though modern amenities were important for inn rooms. Tom agreed wholeheartedly, because a shower in the morning was essential for him. 

The week goes by and Tom is having the most fun of his life. Rylie and Simon get really into it, letting him take the lead always but whenever something is going on they throw themselves into it with gusto. Simon’s never been in a western before, but Tom thinks that should probably change with how well he’s adapted to it. Rylie, of course, is not an actor, but he’s got enough of Colt’s dramatic flair that it works more often than it doesn’t. And when it doesn’t it’s cute enough that Tom doesn’t mind at all. Getting to wear his hat, coat, and boots has been incredible, and he finds he can’t wait to put them on in the morning instead of lounging around in bed like he normally does. He doesn’t miss his phone or the internet, doesn’t think about scripts or photoshoots or cameras. He just exists with his loves.

When he wakes up on the second to last day, he’s alone after an afternoon nap. He stretches like a cat, trying to hear if the two of them are in the living room, talking. They’d laid down with him because that morning had been an early wake up to have breakfast with the sunrise on a trail close to town, but apparently they’d both gotten up sometime and had left the hotel room altogether. He sits up, rubbing at his eyes, spotting the note on the side table next to him. 

Honey, Simon and I are getting your last birthday present set up for you. Someone will be coming to get you, hopefully you’re up before that. See you soon! Love,  Rylie 

Another birthday present?? Like the past week hasn’t been the absolute best birthday he’s ever had. He smiles to himself, a silly thing that overtakes his face completely. What could this last present possibly be? Maybe a picnic or something under the stars? It’s getting a little late in the day, maybe around four pm if he had to guess (he used the hand trick to the sun that he’d been taught earlier in the day when they did an experience that taught them how to live off the land around them). 

As he’s putting his hat on, ready to head down to the bar and grab a drink before he gets summoned, but there’s a frantic knock on his door. He rushes over and opens it, worried that something’s wrong. 

“Sheriff Ryder!” It’s one of the bartenders, one of the actors hired by the company. Elias, he thinks, “Sheriff Ryder you have to help!! Someone was kidnapped by an outlaw and we need you to go save him!!” 

Tom blinks rapidly for a moment, brain a little slow to process. Finally his brain cell kick online, however, and he slides easily into a role he’s played before in his films, “Which way did they go?”

Elias motions for him to follow and together they run down the stairs, his boots thundering on the hard wood floor, his coat rippling behind him. He can feel the adrenaline build and move through him as they race down the stairs and outside, where a horse is waiting for him. 

“They went that way, down the trail you saw yesterday. Just keep riding straight and you’ll get to them!” Elias instructs as Tom puts his boot into one of the stirrups and hoists himself up. He nods and snaps the reins, guiding the horse into a trot and then a gallop when he gets out of the town limit. 

Is this what Simon and Rylie were doing? Helping facilitate a rescue for him, like a real sheriff?? He feels so badass right now riding through, following a set of clear hoofprints. He’s not sure what role Simon and Rylie will play in this, if they play a role at all. It might just be something for him to do, which would be more than okay, as long as they get to watch from a distance. Not too far outside of town, but far enough for it to feel secluded, he sees a fire burning low, a horse milling about, and someone sitting on a log. They’re big and burly, wearing black leather pants, a black vest over a white shirt, a black leather coat, black cowboy hat, and a red bandana around the lower part of their face. Their hat is tilted down so he can’t see the eyes, but with the red bandana he’s sure that this is the outlaw Elias was talking about.

He slows his horse down and gives a cursory glance around, trying to see if he can find the damsel in distress. At least, that’s what he’s assuming the person kidnapped is, since that’s generally the trope of these kinds of things. Probably a professional actress who does this a lot, even though he doesn’t remember this being offered as an experience. 

“Howdy, sheriff.” He hears a southern accented voice from the outlaw as they nonchalantly poke at the fire with a stick, “Took ya long enough.” The voice is a deep gravel, one that shoots straight through him, starting a fire in his belly. It’s a voice he’s very, very familiar with. 

“Simon?” He asks, momentarily forgetting his role. He was not expecting Simon to be the outlaw. Does that mean . . .

“Oh, so the great Sheriff Ryder knows who I am.” Simon chuckles darkly, standing up. He tips his hat back and tugs down the bandana, revealing a sharp toothed grin. He rests his hand on his belt in a relaxed posture, and Tom has to shake his head like an etch a sketch in order to get back into the character he’s supposed to be playing. 

“I do!” He says, sliding off the horse as elegantly as he can and drawing himself up to his full height, putting on his best southern accent as well, “Release the person you kidnapped, outlaw!”

“Or what?” Simon challenges, letting his eyes travel up and down Tom in an indecent way, “Ya gonna punish me?” Tom’s brain stutters for a moment, he needs to get it together! They must have worked really hard for this, he can’t fuck it up by getting horny!!

“Either you let that person go or I’ll haul you off to jail.” He responds, nodding firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. Just get back into character, live in the moment, 

Simon barks out a laugh, “Cute, like jail will do anything f’r me.” 

Tom takes a couple steps towards him, puffing out his chest in a specific way he was taught the first time he played a sheriff in a western action movie. Simon continues to eye him, a glint there that Tom briefly thinks would get him so many job offers if he ever decided to take a hard veer from horror and action into western as the bad guy. He also briefly thinks it’s hot as fuck. 

“I’ll tell ya what, cowboy,” Simon muses, bringing his hand up to his chin and rubbing, looking thoughtful, “You make him cum, and I’ll let ya take him home.”

“Wha- what???” He had to have heard that wrong, right??? There’s no fucking way-

“You heard me. Make ‘im cum, and I’ll let ya take ‘im home.” Simon is so level, so even keeled, looking at him with this fucking shit eating grin, knowing exactly what he’s doing, “He’s in the tent, all tied up. Won’t let ya untie ‘im, ‘course, but I’ll let ya touch and fuck ‘im.” 

Simon hooks a thumb towards the tent, which is a white canvas material, sitting on a slightly raised wooden platform, away from the rocky terrain. The front flap is closed, held shut by a couple ties. Tom feels his feet moving of his own accord, desperate to see the state Rylie is in right now. If he’s tied up, he might have his collar on . . . which wouldn’t be very wild west, but it did come in the mail a few weeks ago after they had it custom made for him with the gold stars and his name, so it would make sense that he would want to wear it as often as possible. He hears footsteps behind him and he knows Simon is following. He decides not to look back, intent on getting the ties undone from the front flap and pulling it back. Inside is a pretty big bed with a light brown comforter on it. There’s a rug underneath the bed to trap any dirt from their shoes, three rucksacks in the corner with what he assumes are a change of clothes and probably pajamas. A chair sits off to the side of the bed, some clothes thrown over the back, he thinks it might be what Rylie was wearing earlier. There isn’t much else, save for Rylie. 

Rylie is in the middle of the bed, fabric tied around his head and resting between his lips. His hands are tied in front of him with what looks like silken rope, nothing that will give him severe rope burn, he notes quickly. He starts at Rylie’s face, where he’s giving Tom his best ‘save me!’ big wet eyes look, then lets his gaze trail down. A light tan off the shoulder blouse, a loose dark brown waist corset with white and tan detailing, a white ankle length skirt with stays in the front that make it high-low with a pleated trim. His legs are closed at the knee, trying to keep himself decent, it seems, since the skirt in the front has ridden up to almost the top of his thighs. 

“Oh my god,” Tom breathes, eyes so wide they might pop out of his head like a cartoon character. 

Simon sidles up behind him, pressing his front to Tom’s back, whispering in his ear, “Whataya say, sheriff? Ya gonna save the damsel in distress or not? He looks pretty distressed to me.” 

Rylie chooses that moment to whine and grind his thighs together, a siren song to Tom. He ignores the condescending laugh from Simon as he steps forward, quickly toeing off his boots and kneeling on the edge of the bed, still just looking at Rylie in that outfit. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen him in, something he didn’t even know he would find hot. He has to get more skirts and dresses for Rylie, definitely a couple mini-skirts, though he knows Rylie will never ever make it out of the house if he tries to wear one. 

“Remember, ya can’t untie him, pretty boy.” Simon says, meandering his way to the foot of the bed too, just watching for right now, “But you can take off his panties.”

That specific word usage, panties, causes Tom to gasp and pitch forward, hands resting just above Rylie’s knees. Rylie whines and grinds again and Tom starts to move his hands up slowly, feeling the muscle of Rylie’s thighs as he goes. Rylie is starting to breathe heavier the higher he goes, his fingers reaching the hem of the skirt and pushing upwards. His eyes catch just a small sliver of pink silk as the panties are revealed. They’re fully silk, with thin straps around Rylie’s hips, cupping him in an almost obscene way. Tom groans when he sees them, sees a small wet patch start to form the more he looks at Rylie. 

Tom bends down and pressed a kiss to the wet patch, earning a soft whimper from Rylie. He can feel Simon’s eyes on his backside, and if he wiggles his ass just a bit as he licks a long strip over the cloth, feeling the silk slide over his tongue, then that’s between him and whatever Simon thinks of it. He must like it, because he hears the very soft curse under Simon’s breath, hears the tent flap close and Simon ties it closed quickly. He looks up at Rylie, who’s staring at him with hooded eyes, mouth open, tongue pushing against the gag in his mouth, like he’s trying to get it out himself. Tom knows it’s a futile effort, and he thinks Rylie does too, but he’ll try anyway. Without breaking eye contact, Tom places his lips where he knows Rylie’s cock head is and sucks on the fabric, making the wet spot bigger. He lavishes the area with his tongue, firm strokes, tip swirling around, finding purchase underneath the cockhead and pulling it into his mouth to suck on again. Rylie is whining so pretty from where he’s laying, and Tom hopes that he doesn’t move a single inch, that he stays exactly like this. In fact, he’ll make sure of it. Everything he does to Rylie today will make sure that everything he does today will have Rylie laying on his back in this exact position. Make his little damsel in distress a pillow princess. 

“Oh, forgot to mention, there’s one more thing you can remove.” Simon drawls from behind him, “But remember, no removing of any . . . restraints.”

Eager to figure out what Simon is talking about, he stops mouthing on the panties and carefully forces Rylie’s thighs apart. He then hooks his fingers in the middle of the thin band, tugging it down, down, down until he sees a ring of pink sparkly silicon sitting snug at the base of Rylie’s hard, weeping cock.

“A ring?” He asks, shocked, looking over his shoulder at Simon, “You want me to make him cum while he’s wearing a cockring??”

Simon makes a noise deep in his chest, a confirmation, “Yeah, cowboy. Think ya can manage that?” 

“It’s sheriff to you, outlaw.” Tom bites back, finally fully slipping into the character now that he understands the scope of what’s happening. This is insane, this is incredible, he’s never been so hard in his life. 

Holding his hands up, Simon cocks a surprised eyebrow, “Sorry, sheriff.”

He nods firmly, turning back to Rylie, “It’s okay, I’ll getcha outta here. Make you feel good while I do.”

Rylie nods quickly, whimpering around the gag in his mouth. Tom keeps tugging the panties down, revealing the full ring around Rylie’s cock. It loops around the base, branching off at the top to also loop around the back of his balls, keeping him snug in place, cutting off blood circulation just enough that he knows it won’t hurt, but it will make it harder for him to cum. He should know, Tom has a matching one in black. Simon loves to make him wear it when he’s extra bratty. He ends up wearing it at least twice a month. 

“That’s the other restraint I was talkin’ ‘bout, by the way. The thing you can remove is in that area.” Simon sounds like he’s closer, his legs are probably pressing against the bed, but he still hasn’t gotten close enough to touch him. Tom is trying to figure out if Simon even plans on participating, or if he’s going to watch. He does that sometimes, just watches them, instructing them on what to do while he jacks himself off. Tom can’t decide which one he wants more, to be watched or to be fucked by him.

He looks over Rylie, trying to figure out the thing he can remove. Like hell is he removing any of the other clothes that Rylie is wearing. Those are going to stay on the whole time. Rylie seems to understand what he’s searching for and he spreads his legs, drawing Tom’s eye down. Nestled between his asscheeks is a pink heart shaped jeweled plug, he can see it behind the thin strip of fabric at the back of the panties. 

“Oh, fuck, Rylie,” His voice is already wrecked and he’s barely touched Rylie. This is brand new, they have plugs, but they’re the normal silicon ones, no jewels are shapes or colors. It looks so good there, looks bigger than Rylie normally uses. How long has he had this in?? He wants to ask if they fooled around beforehand, in anticipation of him getting there, talking to each other about the scene and what would get him the most riled up. It’s like they hit every single button they possibly could, and he’s so incredibly thankful. This is like a fucking porno come to life. 

Simon chuckles behind him, low and condescending, sending a jolt straight to Tom’s hard cock, “Great job, ya found it.”

Tom ignores him (because if he doesn’t he might break character and beg Simon to get in bed with them) and shimmies the panties fully down Rylie’s legs, putting them in his back pocket. He then reaches under and tweaks the plug. Rylie cries out, eyes rolling to the back of his head briefly. He must have had it in for a while if he’s this sensitive about it. Oh, he must have been hard for a while.

“Poor Rylie, has he been torturing you?” Tom asks, tweaking the plug again just to hear Rylie’s pretty noises once more, “Has he been getting you so hot and bothered and just leaving you here, waiting for me? A pretty present all wrapped up, desperate for me to make you cum?” 

Rylie nods, tears starting to form in his eyes. 

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Simon round the bed towards the chair and lower himself into it, “He’s very responsive. Took my time with ‘im. He liked it though, didn’t ya, damsel?”

Again, Rylie nods, looking between the two of them with wide, lust blown eyes. His pupils almost overtake the pretty blue shade of his irises. Sweat is starting to form on his forehead, body wound tight from being denied release for so long. Tom tries to think about timing, about how long they could have been out here. They’d settled down together to take a nap around two, and if they’d left halfway through . . . Rylie could have been tied up like this for over an hour, just waiting. 

“Got ‘im close a couple times, told ‘im how you’d be coming to save ‘im. I think he has a bit of a crush on ya, sheriff. Got so excited when I told ‘im all about my plan.” Simon grins, teeth flashing, “Ya got a crush on the sheriff, sweetheart?”

This time Rylie whines, reaching out towards Tom with his hands still tied together. Oh so they had fooled around before he got here, had talked to each other about everything. Oh god, that’s so fucking hot. In one fluid motion Tom wraps his hands around Rylie’s wrists and brings them above his head, pushing them into the pillows that Rylie is resting on.

“Don’t tempt me into untying you, love. Can’t save you from him if I do.” He smirks, leaning down and kissing his lips. He slips his tongue inside Rylie’s mouth easily from the way the gag prevents Rylie from fully closing his lips, swiping his tongue along the fabric inside his mouth. He sits back up and Rylie is looking at him dazed, “Signal?”

Simon immediately answers, voice his normal accent, “one tap for stop, two taps for continue with legs or hands, or two heavy blinks in a row.” 

Tom nods before turning back to Rylie, tapping him twice where his hands rest on Rylie’s wrist. Rylie blinks twice back, saying he’s good. He allows himself to slip back into the scene after checking in, after making sure Rylie is okay. He knew he would be, but they’ve never done anything this intense before and it’s better to be cautious. He wants to be able to do this again, and if it’s a bad experience at all for Rylie he would never ask for it, no matter how good it was for either him or Simon. 

“You just gonna sit there and watch?” Tom asks Simon, removing his hands from Rylie’s and running one down the length of Rylie’s body, skimming over the soft fabric of his clothes, over the raised embroidery of the waist corset, past where the skirt is rucked up around his hips, and cupping Rylie’s cock in his hand, pressing down but not giving the friction he knows Rylie is desperate for right now. He’s teasing, he knows he is, but he doesn’t think Simon will mind, not when Rylie is being so good for them and making such pretty noises. 

“Mhm, maybe. Haven’t decided yet. Not sure I wanna get in bed with someone like you, cowboy.” Simon teases, spreading his thick thighs as he sits in the chair, getting comfortable. 

Tom’s eyes travel over those things, over the bulge in his leather pants. Simon looks just as hot as Rylie does in this outfit, dangerous and sexy. He kind of wants to ride Simon while he has that red bandana up around the bottom of his face so he can just see those striking, hungry brown eyes. That can be next time. God he hopes there’s a next time. 

He turns his attention back to Rylie, who's giving them these whiny, needy little noises, trying to grind up into Tom’s hand. Tom smiles and leans down, sucking a mark into the side of Rylie’s neck. He runs his tongue over the blooming bruise, then moves to a new section and does it again, and again, until Rylie is a writhing, pathetic mess under him, his pre-cum smearing into Tom’s hand. This is how he likes his Rylie the best, warm and compliant and begging. This is when he’ll really start to touch him, to drive him even crazier. He knows Simon likes this part best too, and right now is no exception as he spares a glance towards the dark haired man, seeing the way his eyes are locked on Tom’s hand on Rylie’s cock. 

“Good boy,” Tom whispers, looking back down at Rylie’s face. He leans down and kisses tears that have started to track down his face, “You want me to fist your cock, damsel? Want me to pump my hand over it?”

He thinks Rylie is saying yes around the gag, but he’s not fully sure, it just sounds like noises right now, “I’m sorry, what was that? Was that a yes?” 

Simon leans forward and tugs the gag down, and Rylie immediately takes advantage of the use of his mouth back, “Yes!! Yes sir!! Yes sheriff!! Please please please help me cum!! Need to feel your hand around my cock!! Need to- mmffff!”

The gag is forced back into place by Simon before he leans back in the chair, the sound of his belt clinking as he undoes it, “Well, you heard the damsel, fuck his cock with your hand.”

Tom has to give himself a moment after hearing Rylie call him ‘sir’ and ‘sheriff’ in that desperate tone. It drives him to the brink of feral, makes him almost lose all composure and move to seat himself in Rylie’s prepped ass. Instead, he takes a breath, then wraps his fingers around Rylie’s cock and starts to stroke him slow and deliberate, twisting his wrist up at the peak before coming back down, just the way he knows drives both Rylie and Simon crazy, “This what you wanted, pretty boy?” 

Rylie nods, moaning around the gag, tears collecting on his lashes again.

“You must be so overstimulated,” Tom whispers, looking down at Rylie’s cock in his hand, “Must be so fucking sensative, and yet you still can’t cum, huh? Promise I’m gonna change that, gonna make you feel so fucking good, love.” 

He doesn’t look at Rylie’s face, but he does hear the wrecked sob that leaves him, smiles at it, his cock twitching in his pants. He gets an idea then, sent straight to his brain from his desperate cock, wanting to be buried in Rylie sooner rather than later, “You know what . . . I think it would help you cum if I did too . . . what do you think about that, damsel?”

“Well, I certainly think it would help.” Simon responds in the absence of Rylie being able to answer, and Tom can hear the sound of the zipper being pulled down on his pants, “Go ahead, get your cock out, sheriff.”

Tom stands and quickly sheds his coat, rolling up his shirt sleeves. He then undoes his belt, pops open the button, and unzips his fly, giving him enough room to free his cock from his pants, sighing as it hits the open, warm air. Rylie is staring at him with a look of such wanton lust that it makes Tom shiver a bit.

“Lemme see,” Simon’s voice is low, husky, as Tom’s back is to him where he’s standing at the side of the bed. It’s not a request, it’s a demand. 

Without thinking, Tom turns around, hand stroking his cock lightly. Simon’s gaze is hungry as it devours him completely, “Fuck, sheriff, ya got such a pretty cock. Can’t wait to watch you fuck him with it.”

Tom can’t help the blush that comes to his cheeks as Simon stares at his cock and pumps a hand over his own. Rylie nudges him, gaining his attention again, whiny little breathes filling his ears. He turns back to Rylie, putting his erection in Rylie’s face, “I think we can trade one gag for another, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah we can do that,” Simon breathes, voice sounding a bit wrecked, accent dropping for a moment. He clears his throat, getting back that sultry southern accent, “But go on the other side, I wanna watch him choke on it.”

He does what he’s told, quickly rounding the bed, both sets of eyes following him the entire way. He’s trying to think on the fly what all he wants to do with Rylie that may or may not involve Simon. He knows for sure that Rylie will not be taking that outfit off, absolutely no way. In fact, if that outfit doesn’t come home with them he’ll throw a massive bitch fit. He gets to Rylie’s face again and Rylie turns to him, big blue eyes still wet. 

“So pretty,” Tom murmurs, easing the gag out of Rylie’s mouth, “Keep your mouth open, you still gotta be gagged, love.”

Rylie does as he’s told, keeping his mouth open, tongue slipping out the front like he knows drives Tom crazy. Tom wastes no time in guiding his cock into that waiting mouth, groaning as he sinks further in. He reaches down and takes Rylie’s glistening, pre-cum slathered cock and starts to gently jack him off, avoiding tugging around the cockring as much as he can. That ring is either going to be a problem or a god send, he’s not sure exactly which one as of right now. He’s very excited to figure out which one it’ll be. 

Simon sucks in a breath as Rylie takes Tom’s cock down to the base in his throat, groaning as Tom leaves it there for a moment. Rylie’s throat is relaxed around him, well versed in warming at this point. He doesn’t plan on keeping it there long, he’s not like Simon, who has the patience to let his cock stay for hours in Rylie’s mouth without moving, but he wants to try and get Rylie even just a little bit closer to the edge before he starts chasing his own pleasure. He’s going to cum quick, he knows that objectively, with everything happening here. It’s just a matter of trying to figure out if his refractory period is going to play nice with him today or not. He desperately needs to be in Rylie’s ass, watching Rylie’s cock bounce, the skirt around it as Tom rails into him. Hopefully Simon will rail into him at the same time, but even if not the sight of Simon watching them is always hot. This is no exception. 

After a couple dozen strokes on Rylie’s needy cock, Tom starts to move, pushing and pulling his hips, cock going in and out of Rylie’s mouth at a slow, controlled pace. Rylie gives a sob of relief when he does, cock twitching in his grip, “Oh, do you like being used, love? Have you been thinking about my cock down your throat?”

Rylie makes a muffled noise that he takes as a yes, and he uses his other hand to smooth back Rylie’s hair, keeping his rhythm, “Poor damsel, you coulda just asked, didn’t need to get yourself kidnapped. Though I guess you’ve had two men play with you today, which is probably a dream come true for you.” 

“I think he’s a little slut,” Simon drawls, keeping his own steady, controlled pace on his cock as he watches, “He was more than willing to let me get my mouth on ‘im, let me put that ring on his cock, the plug in his ass. Begged me for it, actually. Wanted to be ready for you, asked if I would fuck ‘im too when you were ‘saving him’.” 

“I am saving him!” Tom interjects quickly, looking up from Ryland and towards Simon. He’s very proud of himself for the way he keeps his rhythm, even while seeing Simon look like a fucking wet dream with his cock pulled out over he leather of the pants, the built expanse of his pecs and shoulders stretching the fabric of the vest and shirt. He wants to bury his face between Simon’s pecs and ride that cock until he sees stars. But right now he has a damsel in distress to take care of, one that’s whimpering for him.  

Simon nods slowly, drawing out a noise that’s both condescending and skeptical, “Looks ta me like you’re just teasing ‘im. He ain’t gonna be able to cum like that. I think maybe you're enjoying this, sheriff, not taking it as serious as it is. I think maybe you’re usin’ ‘im, just like I was earlier. He is a pretty little thing, though, can’t blame ya.”

Tom looks down at Rylie, squirming from the lack of attention, of being talked over like he’s an object. He knows Rylie likes it, makes him even hornier, “Then what do you think I should do, to help him cum?”

He doesn’t realize he’s fallen into a trap until he trips it. Simon takes a deep breath in, grinning at him with a predatory gleam in his eyes, “Fuck ‘is ass.”

The simple vulgarity mixed with the accent makes is cock kick in Rylie’s mouth. Just to try and prove to someone who doesn’t believe it anyways, he strokes Rylie’s cock more, looking like he’s thinking about it. In reality he has such a white knuckled grip in his sanity he’s sure that it’s going to actually break him instead of keeping it together. He finally, slowly, pulls out of Rylie’s mouth, trying to ignore the way Rylie whines high and reedy. 

“Please, please sir, fuck me!!!” Rylie starts babbling now that his mouth is free, tone so deliciously desperate, “Need to feel your cock, need it so, so, so bad!!!”

“Quiet,” Simon says roughly, but not leaning forward to gag him again, “Be a good damsel and shut up.” 

Rylie starts a bit at that, obviously not expecting it. The carefully crafted character breaks just a little on Simon’s face, a twitch of the eyebrow. Rylie taps twice in response and the momentary lapse is gone, replaced with the unaffected outlaw act again. 

“Don’t worry, pretty thing, I’ll take care of you, get you away from this outlaw.” Tom soothes, climbing on the bed and getting in between Rylie’s legs. A bottle of lube is tossed his way and he looks up just in time to see Simon sit back down in the chair. He nods his thanks, letting it rest there as he runs his hands up and down Rylie’s thighs reverently, “You’re so pretty, love, so fucking pretty like this.”

“Sheriff, please,” Rylie sobs as Tom’s fingers brush over the plug, teasing it again. 

“I know, I know,” Tom breathes, finally finding purchase on the plug and starting to slowly pull it out. Rylie keens at the feeling, throwing his head back. Simon moans in response, watching intently. Tom can feel the heat of Simon’s stare on him, “So needy, I’ll fill you right back up when I get this out, okay?”

Rylie nods, closing his eyes, biting his lip so hard Tom’s slightly afraid he’ll draw blood. He leans forward and kisses him, trying to get him to stop biting that hard and he pulls the plug the rest of the way out. Rylie gasps against his lips, and he does succeed in getting Rylie to stop biting his own bottom lip, but now he’s got Tom’s bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down gently and sucking on it. Tom moans against his lips, pausing his motions to sink into the kiss. He can’t do both right now, not when Rylie’s lips feel so good against his, his poor brain can’t take it. 

A noise that sounds like a half clearing of a throat from Simon pulls him back to reality and he gets back to work, pulling the plug the rest of the way out. Once it is discarded to the side Tom breaks the kiss and sits up, squirting a generous layer of lube onto his fingers and hand, slathering it over his cock. He then slips two fingers inside Rylie in one go, making sure he’s been prepped properly. There’s little resistance, so he adds a third and curls his fingers, fucking them into that spot that makes all three of them see stars. Rylie mewls under him on the bed, upper torso arching off the mattress just a little as he finally gets friction in an area that was just feeling full before. 

“Feel good?” Tom smiles wickedly, moving his fingers faster. He knows it does, he knows that it’s going to drive their pretty Rylie crazy. He loves being the reason for that. 

“Yes!!! Oh my god yes!!! Feels so go- mmfff!!!!!” 

Simon puts the gag back in, much to Rylie’s dismay. Rylie loves to talk in bed, loves to praise them, to be praised back. That almost makes Tom feel bad for him, but also, it’s very hot to see him so helpless like this. It might be hot to see Simon like this, actually . . . maybe next year Simon can be the damsel . . . 

He pulls his fingers out and lines his cock up, pushing into Rylie’s heat slowly, groaning as he does. Even with the plug he’s still so tight, and the sight of the pink glittery cock ring along with the skirt he’s positioned around Rylie’s cock so it’ll bounce on the fabric when he finally rails into him just heightens everything. For the first time that week he curses not having a phone, wishing he could take a video of this to keep for after. Guess they’ll just have to do this again, oh no, whatever will he do?

“There ya go, cowboy.” Simon smiles wide, leaning forward as he watches Tom’s cock disappear into Rylie, “Doesn’t that feel good? I had to stop myself earlier from doin’ it, make a mess of the inside of ‘im. Bet he feels so tight ‘round your pretty cock.”

Tom nods quickly, letting his body answer because all that’s coming out of his mouth are moans as he keeps pushing in, knowing that Rylie will adjust quickly. He’d just fucked Rylie last night like this, most nights he does, actually. Yet he never gets tired of it, never gets bored with the feeling of Rylie wrapped around him like this. He doesn’t think he ever will. Finally he bottoms out, hips pressing into the plush of Rylie’s ass. Simon is still just watching, lazily stroking his cock. It takes everything in Tom not to cum right there as he fully seats himself in Rylie, as Simon watches. But he pauses, collects himself, and grabs Rylie’s legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He cants Rylie’s hips just so, just like he knows he likes, and starts fucking in and out of him, setting a fast pace. He’s hitting Rylie’s prostate with each thrust, staring down at his love’s blissed out face. He reaches down and wraps his hand around Rylie’s cock and jacks him off in time with his thrusts. 

“God you look so good getting fucked, pretty boy, pretty damsel. This is what you were made for, huh? To be fucked silly, fucked stupid. Gonna make you crave my cock, gonna make you beg for it again.” He breathes, feeling his release start to build in his gut. He’s going to just have to trust his body that he’ll be able to get hard again if he needs too, but right now he’s feral with the feeling of being in Rylie’s ass, with the sounds of Rylie’s whimpers and moans and sobs, the sound of Simon’s stuttered breaths and the slick of his hand over his cock. This damn dress Rylie is wearing, “Gonna make you my cock sleeve, my toy, use you whenever I want. You’d like that, huh?? You’d like to be used by me whenever I wanted.”

Rylie nods, reaching out his bound hands to Tom, trying to hold his free hand. Tom reaches out and grabs them, holding them tight, “Doing so fucking good for me, feel so fucking good. My good pretty boy, my good puppy.”

Rylie keens at the nickname, the one he’s been avoiding using to make it even better when he finally does use it. He gets a flicker of satisfaction feeling Rylie’s cock kick in his hand, like he’s getting close. With any luck he’ll cum right as Tom does and then he’ll see what Simon’s got planned for himself. 

“Fuck, love watching you fuck ‘im, sheriff,” Simon grits out, pinching the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming at the sights and sounds before him on the bed, “So fuckin’ filthy, so fuckin’ hot. Gonna need to fuck ya too, just to see what it’s like. Bet you're just as slutty as the damsel is. Bet you’re made for my cock.” 

Simon’s words, like they often do, tip him over the edge quickly. He gasps, hips stuttering as they lock in place and cum deep inside Rylie, who gives a desperate whine at the feeling of being filled with Tom’s cum. Tom’s vision blacks out for a second and he feels like he’s free falling from the orgasm. He comes back to earth quickly though, feeling himself cum more than he normally does when he sees Rylie again underneath him.  

Both Tom and Rylie are panting when Tom slides out after a few twitches of his cock. Simon stands, grabbing the bottle of lube, “pull down your pants, sheriff. Don’t take them all the way off though, that aint this kinda fuckin’.”

Tom shimmies his pants down far enough so Simon has access to him as Simon rounds the bed, slathering his cock in lube in generous swaths. That tells Tom that he most likely won’t be getting prepped, which is more than okay, because after all of this so far he thinks he’s more than ready. A mind blowing orgasm will do that to you. 

When Simon gets to the edge of the bed he pulls Tom to him by his hips, his grip iron and leaving no room for argument. Tom goes willingly, because as much as he wants to do the thing he thinks his character would do and argue, he also wants to get absolutely fucking railed by Simon in this character. Simon moves him into the position he wants Tom in and forces his head down into Rylie’s erection.

“Suck ‘im, sheriff. Suck ‘im while I fuck your ass.” Simon growls, lining himself up and immediately pushing in, only stopping for a few moments to let Tom adjust. 

Tom opens his mouth and moans, hands finding purchase on Rylie’s hips and holding tight. Rylie’s bound hands flitter around his head, obviously wanting to bury his fingers in Tom’s hair but the cowboy hat is still on and his hands are still bound. Rylie settles on bringing his hands back up over his head as Tom closes his mouth around Rylie’s hard cock and starts to bob his head up and down, running his tongue up and down as he does in a way that he knows Rylie likes. Tom takes pride in a lot of things in this life: in his appearance, in his acting, in his ability to always be the center of attention. But the thing he takes the most pride in is learning what his boyfriends like and don’t like, both in bed and out. He uses that to his advantage, making them both come apart expertly, making them both feel safe and loved with him. Right now he uses it to his advantage, running the flat of his tongue behind the ridge of Rylie’s cockhead, smiling when Rylie keens again. 

Simon bottoms out in Tom’s ass and he immediately starts up a pace faster than Tom had done with Rylie minutes before. It feels so fucking good, overstimulating him in the best way. Simon’s thrusts aren’t as controlled as they normally are, which tells Tom that he’s probably not going to last as long as he wants, which means this is going to be rough, and he’s so excited for the controlled pain, for the way he’s going to have bruises on his hips in the morning. Thank god his costume for the next week is just normal jeans. 

Tom doubles his efforts on Rylie’s cock, taking Rylie all the way into his throat and swallowing hard. He cups Rylie’s balls, tugging gently as he does. Rylie mewls above him, eyes rolling back in his head. 

“C’mon sheriff,” Simon grits out, pounding into Tom feverishly, “make the damsel cum like the good boy I know you are.”

He moans around Rylie’s cock, reaching up and hooking his fingers into the waist corset Rylie is wearing, using it to hold on as he bobs his head up and down faster, feeling the way Rylie’s cock starts to twitch. It might be another false positive, but he’s going to keep going just like this, just in case. He feels so fucking full from both of their cocks, his favorite feeling. He loves being used like this, loves when they both want him like this. Even in this role play it makes him feel wanted, loved, adored. And that’s all that he wants from his loves, because he wants, loves, and adores them too. 

Simon’s hips stutter and Tom clenches around him, drawing his release out of him. Simon cums with a loud moan, driving his hips into Tom’s ass, which in turns pushes Tom all the way down Rylie’s cock, Rylie’s cockhead hitting the back of Tom’s throat. Rylie cums with a wail, hot cum pulsing down Tom’s throat. He somehow stops himself from choking, being held down as Simon paints the inside of him. He feels his soft cock twitch at the sensations, drooling a bit of pre-cum onto the sheets underneath him.

Tom pulls off Rylie’s soft cock before Simon slips out of him, apparently content to let it warm there for a moment. He feels Simon’s hands roam over the skin he can reach, feels Simon’s heavy breathing, trying to come down from the orgasm. 

“Fuck, baby, how was it?” Simon asks, that hard edge gone in his voice. It’s back to that loving tone, the tone after having sex and he’s proud of him for how good he was, how well he took everything. 

He drops his head onto Rylie’s thigh, taking a shuttering breath in, ass still up for Simon, “That was incredible. Thank you both so much.”

Rylie tries to say something around the gag, and that’s what makes Simon slide out of Tom’s ass. Tom laughs softly and reaches up, easing the gag down. Simon rounds the side of the bed, untying Rylie’s hands and checking them over to make sure he wasn’t hurt at all. 

“You were saying, love?” Tom smiles, kissing the tip of Rylie’s cock before gently and slowly taking the ring off. 

“I was saying - ah! - I also really liked it!” He moans halfway through the sentence but gives a cheeky grin. Tom sets the ring to the side and kisses Rylie’s thigh, placing his head back down on Rylie’s hip, cushioned by the fabric of the skirt. 

“So like, do you both own those outfits?” Tom asks as Simon runs a bottle of water over a washcloth just outside the tent. 

Rylie laughs and nods, “Yeah, we purchased them before we came here. What, you like them?” Rylie teases

“Love, if you told me you rented them I would have thrown any amount of money at this place to let us take them home,” Tom says very seriously, smiling adoringly at him, “I’ve already mentally purchased you at least three miniskirts.”

He loves the blush that flashes across Rylie’s cheeks, at the way he suddenly gets shy, like Tom didn’t have his cock in Rylie’s ass and Rylie’s cock in his mouth within the last half hour. 

Simon walks over with the washcloth and helps clean up, giving Tom a kiss as he does, “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Happy birthday!” Rylie echoes, sitting up for the first time during this whole encounter and giving Tom a kiss right back. 

He almost says he loves them. He’s been thinking about it more and more lately, through small and big things. He’s sure he does, as sure as he is that he’s a natural brunet and he looks good shirtless. He’s not sure if they’re there yet though, and he’s a patient man, despite popular belief. He can wait to say it, he plans on spending the rest of his life with them, of course. He’s got nothing but time with them. 

They spend the night in the tent, wrapped up together under the stars. Rylie attempts to make them dinner, and Simon has to take over after one of the hot dogs becomes charcoal. Tom watches from one of the logs, wrapped up in a blanket and laughing softly as they bicker back and forth. He almost says he loves them again in that moment. Almost.

“This has been the best birthday ever,” He says instead, causing them to turn and look at him, the arguing fizzling out immediately.

They both come over and pull him into a hug, and Simon says, “Can’t wait to spend many more with you, baby.”

Rylie nods, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “So many more.”

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