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Edison pulls into Gym Nowhere's dirt driveway. It looks to be in better shape than the last time he’d see it, even the stretch of land he’s parked on is sprouting patches of grass here and there.
He makes his way inside the building, catching sight of Joe immediately on the other side of the room. There is a group of kids surrounding him and from the looks of it, he’s teaching them something about gardening judging by the small tool he’s holding in his hand.
The man waves Edison over before ushering the kids out the backdoor where presumably the garden lies.
“Liu! It’s good to see you,” Joe says in greeting.
He holds his hand out and Edison takes it for a brief shake. His hand comes away covered in a thin layer of dirt. They share a chuckle before Edison wipes his palm down the leg of his track pants.
“Sorry about that,” Joe continues apologetically. “I was teaching the kids Gardening 101.”
“Ah, it’s no problem.” Edison replies. He takes a moment to drag his eyes over Joe’s frame.
The man looks tired, which Edison had expected. With the amount of children under Joe's care and the upkeep of the gym, Edison knows it would be a exhaustive job for a group of people let alone a single man. Still, there’s an air of contentment about Joe that suits him well. It’s a similar aura to the one Edison felt from him following their sparring match nearly a year ago.
“So, what brings you out here?” Joe asks as they head out the backdoor where some of the kids are tending to the garden beds, putting their lessons to use. A few of the younger children are playing on a makeshift swing-set that had probably seen better days but it keeps them entertained nonetheless.
“I’d say I was just in the neighborhood but I don’t think that’d be very believable.”
Joe grins and shakes his head. “Nope.”
They sit at a picnic table not too far from the old swing-set. Edison’s eyes gravitate toward the river. The water glitters brightly under the harsh, midday light coming from the sun above and he wonders momentarily what it would look like at sunset.
“Not here for that rematch, are you?” Joe asks suddenly.
Edison’s eyes flick toward him, a smirk stretching across his face. “No, not yet, but me being here has something to do with that -- I heard you’ve been asking about my recovery.”
Joe nods. “I was wondering how your physical therapy was going and your training. I hardly see you nowadays. I see so little of Yuri as well -- I figure you two are pretty busy."
“It’s going great,” Edison says and it really is; albeit, slow. He isn’t to the point where he can step into the ring and fight a real match just yet but his steady progress keeps that dream alive.
Joe smiles and his entire face looks brighter, younger. However, his expression is short-lived.
One of the kids at the swing-set cries out and Joe whips his head toward the commotion. The kid is flat on his stomach on the ground, the swing swaying wildly behind him. Joe almost jumps to his feet but the little one quickly gets up, dusts himself off, and returns to his playing.
Edison watches Joe settle back into the bench of the picnic table, a shaky sigh escaping him.
“That probably happens often,” Edison says through a spurt of nervous laughter.
“I think I’m burnt out.”
The admission is so abrupt that Edison is at a loss for words. Which rarely happens. Even when he knows that he doesn’t have the right words for a situation, he speaks.
Edison’s eyes widen, his mouth parts and a sharp inhale of air is taken in between his lips. Nothing comes. He holds his breath for a few seconds peering at the man in front of him whose eyes are aimed downward at the table top between them.
Joe is fiddling with his fingers. His hands are shaking.
Edison doesn’t exactly know why he does what he does next but maybe, part of him understands it very well.
He lays his hand atop Joe’s, his warm, steady palm coming to rest above the man’s scarred, trembling knuckles. After a moment, Edison exhales and aims his eyes at the kids tending to the garden and the younger ones taking turns on the swing.
“It’s not them,” Joe says, his hands twitching beneath Edison’s. “I do get help with them. Oicho, Bonjiri, and Santa come by when they can. Aragaki gives me a break once in a while. Yukiko, too. She takes the kids on little outings." He pauses and it’s a thick, heavy silence that looms between them for a while. “It’s me,” he admits finally, his eyes avoidant.
Joe pulls his hands out from underneath the younger man’s, they appear steadier now. Edison’s eyes move from the man’s hands to his face. There’s a distant look in Joe’s eyes that he can’t see completely but it is there in all its melancholy.
“I get tired so easily. My body isn’t what it used to be. My head…” Joe trails off. Eventually, his eyes lift to Edison once again. His gaze doesn’t look so far away anymore. “Getting old sucks.”
“Well, all that’s to be expected. How old are you now? Forty?” Edison teases, trying to lighten the mood. It works.
“Ha ha,” Joe responds flatly while stifling a smile.
Edison doesn’t know if the words he’s about to say are the right ones for the situation, probably not, but he’s confident about them nonetheless.
“Why don’t you take a break tonight?” He proposes. “I was planning on making dinner for Yuri and myself. I always make too much so you’d be doing me a favor by coming over.”
Joe’s eyes widen. “Oh, I really couldn’t.”
Edison holds a hand up to hush him. “You’re coming,” he adds, firmly. “Plus, you said that you haven’t seen much of Yuri. I’m sure he’d love to see you.” He asks himself if he really should've said that last part.
Yuri and Joe’s shared history is a story that Edison knows very well. At one point in time, he'd been jealous of what they’d had, even the romantic aspects of it. That jealousy had tempered. It’d turned into something different, something that was no longer bitter but warm.
Edison’s eyes meet Joe’s again, his brown irises are ablaze at the sound of Yuri’s name and the prospect of seeing him again. There’s a fondness that grows deep in Edison’s chest at the sight of the other man like that and he wonders briefly if Yuri will look the same when he tells him that Joe will be joining them for dinner.
“I guess it’s settled,” Joe yields.
“So, what do you like to eat?”
“I’m not picky.”
“Yeah, that narrows it down.” They both laugh for a moment before Edison gets to his feet. “Yuri’s place, 6 p.m.”
Joe gives him a nod and sees him out.
Not far into his drive, with Gym Nowhere still in his rear-view mirror, Edison says out loud to no one but himself:
“I can’t fucking cook.”
Edison can feel Yuri glaring at him as he places the grocery bags along his kitchen counter. He hasn’t said anything other than hello, Liu, and even that was said with a particular tone. One that Edison knows very well. He doesn’t let it distract him.
“I’m making dinner and Joe is coming over,” he says plainly before dumping out a slew of vegetables from one of the bags and corralling them along the countertop.
“Oh?”
Yuri doesn’t sound upset. Which is good. In fact, Edison’s sure he’d heard a hint of excitement in his coach’s deep voice.
“And Joe knows he’s coming over for dinner?”
Edison turns his head toward Yuri. “Yeah, of course, I personally invited him.”
Yuri nods, his eyes fall to his lap for a second before he lifts his gaze to Edison once again. “Well, I was just asking because I didn’t even know Joe was coming over for dinner until moments ago.”
“I’m sorry?” Edison says, uncertainly. At Jimmy’s, concerning his rehabilitation and training, Yuri doesn’t let him get away with much. Edison doesn’t even try him at this point in their relationship. But, away from all that, especially when it’s just the two of them, Edison’s leash is slack.
A beat of silence passes, Yuri’s cool expression remains throughout it until he lets out a sigh, the corners of his mouth subsequently curving slightly upward.
“You know you’re a terrible cook, right?”
“I am aware.”
Yuri wheels over to the kitchen counter and sifts through some of the grocery bags before his eyes flick upward to Edison.
“So, what am I making for dinner?” He asks with all the affection in the world behind his voice.
Edison watches from the front door as Joe climbs out of his truck, not a second later does Yuri’s dog come running past Edison’s legs to greet the other man. Despite the dog’s age, his bursts of energy are almost the same as when Edison first met him. He bounces happily around Joe’s legs until Joe finally bends at the knee to pet him.
After a few good head pats, the dog is satisfied enough to begin the walk back to the house with Joe in tow.
“Hey, old timer,” Edison says teasingly, a smug grin adorning his face. “You made it.”
“Watch it, punk,” Joe shoots back just as playfully.
They walk into the house and Edison closes the door behind them. Joe toes off his boots at the entryway and then they both follow the dog all the way to the kitchen.
Yuri is already sitting at the table when they arrive, the dinner meal spread out before him.
“I hope I didn’t keep ya’ll waiting,” Joe says apologetically, his eyes skimming the steaming display of food before landing on Yuri at the head of the table.
“No, not at all,” Yuri replies, before his lips curve into a smile. “It’s good to see you, Joe.”
“It’s good to see you, too, Yuri.”
Edison makes his way to his seat at Yuri’s right and slowly lowers himself down onto the chair while his eyes dart from his coach to Joe. Now, he isn’t one-hundred percent certain but he feels like the tension’s been cranked up to some unimaginable level. He isn’t complaining. In fact, when his eyes land on Yuri, the man looks content and that in turn makes him very happy.
A swell of warmth rises in Edison’s chest and that feeling tickles his face. He might be blushing, which he hopes isn't too noticeable. Now if only all of Yuri and Joe’s future interactions could be like this. It’s preferable to the resentment Yuri displayed when Joe returned from obscurity. And, should their interactions continue this way, would they pick up their relationship from where they’d left off?
The question causes Edison to pause. The intimate details of Yuri and Joe’s relationship had always been vague. There were rumors and there was what Yuri had chosen to tell him. In short, their romantic relationship had been passionate and brief and it had ended in one of the worst possible ways. But, should they rekindle their romance, would there be any room for him?
Edison finds the question stupid as soon as it crosses his mind.
First and foremost, Yuri is his coach and he wouldn’t abandon him, not after all they’d been though, not after everything they'd shared. But, would that be all Yuri would ever be? Just a coach? Edison likes to think they’ve grown closer than that over the years. It hurts a little to think about now as he looks on at Yuri and Joe; the pain is akin to longing.
“Everything looks great. You really outdid yourself, Liu,” Joe says before sitting at Yuri’s left.
Edison and Yuri exchange a look, Joe doesn’t notice.
At the start of dinner, their conversation centers around Edison. Yuri talks at length about his physical therapy regimen and the current goals he’s about to meet. Edison interjects to gloat over the fact that he’s meeting them sooner than his physical therapist had anticipated.
They talk about his occupational therapy which is another beast that is going slow and steady. While Edison doesn’t find it as stimulating as physical therapy he gives it his all just the same. Yuri briefly goes into Edison’s fatigue management plan before Edison clears his throat and cuts him off. Managing his fatigue and rebuilding his stamina are some of his biggest obstacles; they were touchy subjects to say the least.
Joe updates them on Oicho, Santa, Bonjiri and Sachio and then the little ones. Edison can see the pride and joy brimming in the man’s eyes as he details their recent accomplishments, even the ones as small as a successful vegetable garden. He explains how Aragaki is watching the kids for the night and how he owes the veteran more than a few trips to First Star by now.
Edison brings up a rumor he’d heard through the grapevine, one alluding to the possibility that Joe was contemplating a return to Megaloboxing as a coach. Joe wonders out loud if Santa has anything to do with the rumors. It’s all he offers on the matter and Edison drops the topic all together.
When he finishes his meal, Edison sits back and watches Yuri and Joe carry on a conversation among themselves. Their interaction is easy but an underlying tension pulls the whole flow of their conversation taut. The tension isn’t bitter but it’s heavy with things unsaid. Edison supposes they have yet to talk at all about that relationship of theirs that had ended so abruptly. When their conversation fizzles out awkwardly, Edison is sure of it.
After dinner they all head out back onto the veranda, the dog running out onto the grassy stretch of land ahead, an old tennis ball in his mouth. He frolics by himself for a while before Joe jogs out to meet him, plucking the ball from his mouth and tossing it a few yards away.
Edison sits down on the veranda’s cement floor, Yuri in his wheelchair beside him. They both watch Joe play catch with the overjoyed dog for a while. Edison isn’t so full from dinner that he can’t run out and join them but Yuri’s earlier mention about managing his fatigue keeps him planted in place.
Most days it’s his fighting spirit that drives him harder and farther than his body is physically capable of and he has to constantly remind himself to go at a pace that won’t jeopardize his steady progress.
Still, watching Joe and the dog run around makes Edison’s muscles twitch eagerly. He turns to glance upward at Yuri whose expression looks unusually serene. Edison drops his eyes and settles himself where he is. He might’ve asked to join Joe and the dog if it hadn’t been for that look.
"Go," Yuri says suddenly and Edison whips his head upward at the sound of his voice. "Don't overdo it."
Their eyes share contact for a moment, understanding passing between them.
I trust you.
Edison gets to his feet and jogs out to Joe, who passes him the slobbered on tennis ball. They take turns tossing it to the old dog, Yuri looking on at them, his serene expression unchanging.
When they finally head back into the house, the dog makes a b-line for his water bowl where he takes a few great, big drinks before retiring to his bed in front of the glass doors that look out into the backyard. Joe gives the tired dog one last head pat before they all wash up and retreat to the living room.
Edison throws himself onto Yuri’s large couch, letting his head loll back onto the cushions. He isn’t exhausted but satisfied, he almost feels high.
Joe sits next to him at his right, Edison can hear a steady exhale escape him.
"Tonight was fun." Joe says, his gaze aimed at Yuri sitting in front of them. “I really needed this. Thank you.”
Edison lifts his head, he eyes Joe and then Yuri.
"Thank Liu, it was his idea,” Yuri replies, flatly. “But, you’re welcome to come by any time.”
The reply isn’t cold but judging from the look in Yuri’s eyes it isn’t what he really means to say, not completely. Perhaps he had wanted to sound warmer, but something had kept him from it. When Joe only half-heartedly smiles in return, that awkward tension creeps back in between them.
Edison groans, sits upright and not the right words spill from his mouth.
“Just make up already!” He exclaims.
“ Liu! ” Yuri snaps at him.
Unsurprisingly, Edison doesn’t regret what he’s said.
“Is that why you invited Joe over?” Yuri asks, his lips flattening into a thin, grim line.
“ No , I wasn’t trying to parent-trap you two,” he replies.
Edison finds Yuri and Joe’s shared look of confusion adorable but it probably isn’t the time to derail his train of thought into his fondness of both of them.
“It's just,” Edison continues. “Joe's back and he's in it for the long haul. I think the two of you could be happy together again.” The words fall right off his tongue. They weren’t difficult for him to say but why does he feel like his heart has fallen into the pit of his stomach?
“Joe is a different man today than who he was back then,” Yuri says, icily. “I’m different," he adds.
Edison stares at Yuri, ruminating over his not so positive response. It doesn’t make him feel better. If anything, he feels worse.
Joe who’s mostly been staring at his hands during this little exchange finally speaks, barely above a whisper.
“Forgive me, Yuri.”
“There's nothing to forgive,” Yuri replies, and his words would’ve sounded resolute if his voice hadn't cracked.
Edison winces, he lifts his eyes toward Joe who is peering at Yuri across from him.
“Then let’s get to know each other again,” Joe says abruptly, and it doesn’t sound like a suggestion at all but more like a demand. The tone of his voice inspires Edison’s heart to reclaim its rightful place in his chest. It beats wildly there while his eyes dart from Joe’s face to the man’s hands which are writhing in his lap.
Yuri remains still, his sharp eyes looking on at Joe.
They are caught in each other's gaze.
Joe moves almost desperately then, shifting forward on the couch toward Yuri in front of him; his hands reaching out before recoiling instantaneously at Yuri’s sudden flinch. He settles once again, a look of defeat spreading across his face.
Edison hates that look.
A terrible silence passes and Edison expects Yuri to ask them both to leave. Instead, out of the troubling quiet, Joe whispers again.
“Can’t you just be kissing me right now?”
It is not Edison he is asking but with Yuri’s obstinance prevailing, the younger man cannot help but slide over while Joe is distracted, and close the distance between their mouths.
The kiss lands on the corner of Joe’s lips. It takes Edison a moment to pull away, something he has to tell himself to do. When he finally sits back, Joe turns to face him, his eyes impossibly wide and riddled with confusion. They all remain frozen in place until Yuri speaks.
“Do that again.”
Edison and Joe exchange a surprised glance. After a beat, Joe's shock begins to fade and a grin grows along Edison’s face.
“May I kiss you again?” Edison asks.
“Yes.”
The younger man leans in again, this time with his hands leading. He cups Joe’s face gently, angling him in the way that makes it easier for their lips to slot together perfectly.
Edison’s been told he’s a good kisser and it’s something he believes wholeheartedly. When Joe moans into his mouth, a warm validation rises in his chest and his body tenses, pleasantly so. He can feel Joe’s hands roaming his torso, enclosing around his shirt, tugging him closer. There isn’t much closer Edison can get unless…
Yuri, who’s only been watching them until now, shifts in his chair. Edison breaks away from Joe momentarily and looks over to him. Even in the low light of the living room, Edison can see that the tops of his cheeks are flushed.
Joe kisses Edison's jaw, then trails downward where he begins to nip at the younger man’s neck. Edison had been half hard when Joe had begun tugging on him, now his cock is fully straining against the confines of his pants. He briefly returns his attention to Joe to place a quick peck on his lips before he catches a glimpse of Yuri wheeling toward the hallway that leads to his bedroom.
“C’mon,” Edison says, taking Joe’s hand in his as he stands. He begins to walk backward, pulling Joe down the hallway, and into Yuri’s room. “He's got a king-sized bed.”
Joe smirks. “I know.”
Yuri’s already sitting on the edge of his bed when they enter his dimly lit room and Edison joins him. He positions Joe in front of them, an unmistakable bulge tenting the man’s black jeans.
Edison’s hands go to the button and zipper of Joe’s pants before Joe places a hand over them.
“Are we really doing this?” He asks.
Edison lets his hands fall away immediately.
“Only if you both want to,” Yuri says.
Joe reaches out toward Yuri to cup his face and Edison watches as his coach leans into his caress.
“I want to,” Joe replies.
Edison responds with action, his hands going back to the front of Joe’s jeans. The three of them begin to undress each other and when they’re all completely naked, Yuri pulls a bottle of lubricant and a few condoms out from the top drawer of his nightstand.
Without meaning to, Edison ends up the center of attention for the second time that night. He’s sandwiched in between Yuri and Joe and they’re both kissing along his neck and touching his body.
He looks at both of them. First at Joe, whose scars didn’t only begin and end on his upper body but continued downward to his lower half as well. His scars stripe his well toned frame, emphasizing the beauty already there while amplifying his rugged aura that had attracted Edison on more than one occasion. He is gorgeous and Edison has a difficult time tearing his eyes away from his naked form.
However, when Yuri’s hand passes over the inside of Edison’s thigh and up to his balls and cock, his eyes screw tightly shut. He’s fantasized about this. His coach’s large hands roaming his body, one of them wrapping around his hard dick, stroking him to climax. Not so long ago, it had been a fool’s dream. Now, it has every possibility of coming true.
Yuri pumps Edison's cock lightly and places a gentle kiss on his lips. Edison’s eyes flutter open and he’s met with Yuri’s dark, alluring gaze; a gaze he always wants to be under. After a moment, he allows his eyes to pass over his coach’s body.
He’s always known of Yuri’s collection of scars but he’s never seen them like this; never have they been framed so intimately in his eyes. Edison presses his hands to the stretches of scars along Yuri’s chest and he leans toward him, waiting for Yuri’s lips to grace his again. What he gets instead, is a slow, purposeful stroke from Yuri’s hand from the base of his cock to his tip.
On the other side of Edison, Joe is pressing against him. His own hard cock sliding against Edison’s smooth skin.
One of Joe’s hands takes to groping Edison’s chest and his rough and calloused fingertips pinch the younger man’s nipples after teasingly circling around them.
A gasp escapes Edison’s mouth and he tenses from the combined stimulation that Yuri and Joe supply. The reaction is short-lived when Yuri removes his hand and reaches to the nightstand for the bottle of lube he had pulled out earlier. He pops it open and coats his fingers before sliding down along the bed.
Joe is kissing his neck again when Yuri prompts Edison to spread his legs and just the sight of Yuri nearing his entrance with slick fingers is enough to make his cock leak and twitch.
Yuri’s single finger massages Edison’s hole gently. “Tell me if it hurts or is too much.”
Edison nods and watches as Yuri pushes that finger inside him at the same moment that Joe bites into the spot on his neck where he’s been kissing.
He flinches for a second before Joe pulls him closer. “Relax,” he rumbles into Edison’s ear and his voice sends a multitude of shivers down Edison’s spine.
“I am relaxed,” Edison shudders out as he peers in between his legs where Yuri’s finger is slowly pumping in and out of him.
“I don’t know,” Joe says, his voice playful and low, as he moves downward to where his mouth can hover over one of Edison’s nipples. “Is he relaxed, Yuri?” He asks, before dipping down and taking that same nipple into his mouth.
Edison gasps and grabs fistfuls of the bed sheets below him.
“No, not nearly enough,” Yuri responds, a smirk hanging heavy on his lips. “I’m going to add another finger.” He says to Edison who can only nod desperately at this point.
He’s all worked up. This is the most action he’s had in a while and it’s devastatingly overwhelming and hot and he wants to wrap his own hand around his cock and cum right fucking now!!! but as his eyes dart from Yuri to Joe, he figures dragging this whole thing out will definitely be worth it.
Yuri pushes another finger inside of him and holy shit his fingers feel bigger and better than Edison had ever imagined. It stings a little, but not enough to want to stop. The feeling of being filled by Yuri overrides any discomfort he might have.
Joe’s teeth graze against Edison’s nipple, his tongue swirls over it afterward. His fingertips run up and down along the younger man’s abs, dipping further and further until they brush alongside his hard shaft.
Unwilling to reach out and touch himself, Edison gropes at Joe, wanting to feel whatever flesh he can get his hands on. He finds Joe’s body warm and the smooth contours of his muscles solid.
Edison imagines Joe fucking him, pounding into his ass, his muscles flexing with every hard thrust. It’s not a new fantasy, Edison’s thought about it before; albeit guiltily. But again, now it has every possibility of coming true.
Yuri’s fingers continue to work him open and Edison’s cock twitches once more before spilling out a few beads of milky white precum from his tip onto his abdomen.
“Ah, fuuuck! ” Edison says aloud, unintentionally.
Joe pulls off of his nipple and stares at him. “You’re getting kind of noisy.”
There’s a devilish look in his eyes that Edison appreciates and he bites his bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape from the scrutiny of it.
“Then shut him up,” Yuri says, looking at them both, his deft fingers continuing their work inside of Edison.
Edison shoots Joe a look.
“Don’t look so worried,” Joe assures. He cups Edison’s face, takes him into a kiss that’s leagues above their initial ones. Joe’s kiss is careful and tender, his lips move slowly before his tongue pushes gently into his mouth.
With Joe's kiss and the feeling that Yuri might add a third finger soon, Edison decides he’s had enough.
He breaks away from Joe abruptly, breathless and a little dazed.
“Can one of you please fuck me?” Edison begs.
“Joe,” Yuri says without skipping a beat and he pulls his fingers out of Edison.
“Well since you asked so nicely,” Joe teases. “Yuri, throw me a condom.”
By the time Joe rolls the condom onto his cock and slicks himself up with lube, Yuri has positioned himself at the head of the bed, his legs spread, with Edison on his hands and knees before him. Yuri isn’t hard yet, Edison figures it might take him a little more to get to that point and if so, he’ll help him get there.
Edison can feel Joe coming up behind him and he looks back at him just as the man wraps his hand around the base of his cock and lines his tip up to Edison’s hole. Joe’s dick is long and fairly thick and Edison thinks that maybe it would’ve been wise to let Yuri prepare him with three fingers instead of just the two but that thought flutters away when Joe pushes into him.
They both make an identical, truly indecent noise and Yuri reaches out to caress Edison’s face as Joe pushes further into him. Edison cants his face into Yuri’s hand and drags his eyes to meet him. He thinks Yuri’s lips part to say something but Edison's attention is ripped away when Joe buries himself totally inside of him.
Joe curses under his breath and begins to thrust into him, long, slow strokes to start. Edison’s mouth falls open and he reaches out to Yuri, his hands going to either side of his coach’s legs. He lowers himself then, from his hands to his elbows, and arches his back a little more for Joe.
When Edison focuses his attention on Yuri again, he notices that the man’s cock is half hard now. With Joe taking him from behind, Edison takes this opportunity to take Yuri’s large cock into his mouth.
The gasp Yuri emits is sharp and prolonged and the hand that had once so tenderly cupped Edison’s face snakes up into his hair. Edison’s hair isn’t as long as it was prior to his injury but it’s still long enough to pull which Yuri does every time Edison flattens his tongue and takes him deep into his throat.
Joe fucks into Edison harder then, the grip he has on the younger man’s hips growing tighter after each snap forward. His rhythm is rough and erratic now, and Edison moans around Yuri’s cock every time Joe bottoms out and brushes up against that certain spot that threatens to unravel him.
Yuri is completely hard in Edison’s mouth though his gaze has softened considerably, it’s almost dazed. Edison bobs on his cock, swirling his tongue around its head every time he pulls up, his eyes never leaving his coach.
Behind Edison, Joe hits a good angle, hits that spot deep inside of him that makes him abruptly pull off Yuri’s cock and beg for more. The older man obliges, relentlessly fucking into him until ropes of cum spurt from the head of Edison’s cock and coat the sheets below.
Edison can feel Joe grow harder and harder inside of him until after a few more rapid thrusts, he too cums, completely buried in his ass.
Yuri had attempted to delay his own climax during this, having wrapped his hand around the base of his cock to stop it. His effort proves unsuccessful when he unintentionally coats Edison’s face with his cum from the sight of them both orgasming.
Edison cants his face into it, gladly letting it spill over him as he nuzzles against Yuri’s softening cock.
After Joe pulls out of Edison, he heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab towels for all of them. He hands one to Yuri before climbing back into bed.
“I’m sorry,” Yuri says softly, wiping the cum and sweat from Edison’s face.
“Don’t be,” he replies, breathlessly. “That was fucking amazing.”
Joe hums in agreement.
After a while, they all grow quiet. Edison is once again sandwiched in between them, though he’s settled on his side, thrown an arm around Yuri’s chest and has shut his eyes. Joe is behind him, laying flat on his back. He’s gone so completely still that Edison thinks he’s fallen asleep. Maybe Yuri’s fallen asleep too.
Those thoughts are stamped out when Joe finally moves. Edison opens his eyes just slightly, only enough to see Joe's silhouette gather his clothes and get dressed. Yuri stirs but doesn’t speak, not yet.
“You’re leaving?” Yuri asks a few minutes later, and it sounds like he’s trying so hard not to be sad.
“Yes, I told Aragaki I’d be home around 9 p.m. It’s almost midnight.”
Yuri’s breathing is even and deep, Edison’s head rises and falls with his chest. His heart is beating steadily which is a good sign and a very good sound to fall asleep to. He can feel Yuri nod.
Joe walks over to their side of the bed and kneels in front of them both. His face is not so far from Edison’s. He misses Joe’s mouth already.
“Hey,” Joe says to Yuri, before cupping his cheek. “I’ll see you soon. We have to get to know each other again, remember?”
Then, Edison can see Joe dipping forward, toward Yuri. Their lips meet and the kiss they share is slow and sweet. There is something different about the way Joe kisses Yuri, an underlying passion there that will never burn out. Edison’s glad he gets to see it, be a part of it somehow.
Joe looks dreamy when he pulls away. Edison imagines Yuri’s face looks like pure bliss.
“Take care of him,” Joe whispers to Yuri about Edison before placing a quick peck along Edison’s temple.
“Of course,” Yuri replies.
They say their goodnights in the darkness of the room and after Joe is gone, Yuri holds Edison a little tighter. At some point, Edison gives in to his exhaustion, and shuts his eyes completely. He’d have to take it easy tomorrow but he finds that consequence entirely worth it. It’s the last thing he thinks about before drifting off to sleep in Yuri’s arms.