It had really started months ago, this thing with Chuck – swapping off at the young man’s whim between himself and his brother Raleigh. He hadn’t minded, not really – and maybe he should have, he and Raleigh didn’t always get along, they fought like cats growing up as brothers do, and when it came to relationships they’d fought over a pretty girl or boy more than once.
Until at some point, they realized that there were more important things in life than fighting with each other, and mended their bond and moved on.
And then they met Chuck.
Chuck, with his fiery temper and Australian drawl and dimples that simply unstitched the Becket boys. How could they resist? Chuck certainly didn’t seem to want them to, and so they fell head over heels, Chuck swapping off between the brothers as he saw fit.
And after a crazy night or so in Vegas…here they are.
In a relationship.
All of them.
It’s not exactly something they broadcast; two brothers banging one guy (or each other, depending) in the same bed might raise some eyebrows, so sometimes they simply move separately as opposed to a unit all the time.
Today Yancy’s taken Chuck to the San Diego Zoo while they’re in town, he’s never been and he figures it’s one of those things you’re supposed to do while you’re in San Diego. Raleigh’s off doing a photoshoot for Calvin Klein, so Yancy and Chuck have the afternoon to themselves.
“So where do you want to start…?” He asks, unfolding his map and giving it a good once over.
Chuck still sometimes has to pinch himself when he's laying with both of them, when they're both asleep and tucked against him and he can't fucking believe he gets to have them both.
Because he doesn't want to choose. He loves them both, in different ways and for different things but there's nothing he wants to have to give up. He and Raleigh work, they fit together and can match each other blow for blow and it's not like Yancy doesn't have his temper but he's like a fucking oasis for Chuck's flame sometimes.
And he doesn't get why he wants to go to the zoo, but he seemed pretty excited about it.
He's still leaning against a fence in his glasses, as photo-shooty as you can get without any cameras. "Wherever you want to." Yancy's so lucky he's cute when he's being a dork.
Yancy's got his actual glasses out because at this point in life he
needs them to read, and he scans the little flyer before folding it and
slipping it into his pocket.
"Gorillas. And then the penguins."
Yeah, maybe he's a little dorky. But at least he's cute, right?
For some reason, the arrangement is working. Raleigh couldn’t tell you how or why or the logistics of it because it doesn’t make a lot of sense – siblings don’t always share well – but it is. The three of them have a tightly knit bond and maybe it helps that Raleigh and Yancy were close (regardless of sibling rivalry and arguing) growing up. Moreso than most.
In any case, they do things together and separately and the jealousy is there when Raleigh’s not involved, he can’t stop that, but it still works all the same. Sometimes they move as the three, sometimes it’s just Raleigh and Yancy when Chuck is busy and sometimes, Raleigh gets Chuck all to himself.
Like now.
Yancy’s job takes him all over the world for stretches of time that are irritating at best and excessively, frustratingly long at worst. Sometimes it’s a few days, sometimes it’s weeks and this time, it’s looking only to be a few days, which is good.
Still, it does mean that Raleigh can hog Chuck all he wants.
So he takes him out of town on a little getaway and they head into the mountains to a little bed and breakfast where they can hike or see a movie or whatever. It’s summer but in the mountains its beautifully and blissfully mild, not too hot and not too cold. The little inn they’re at has a tiny pool and the trail behind the building leads up into the valleys, away from civilization. Raleigh asks the little old lady running the place about places to go that most tourists don’t know about, those special little spots where only the locals know.
She tells him about a small waterfall and springs that’s about a two hour hike from there and so he loads Chuck and himself up with backpacks crammed full of food and off they go.
Fortunately they live in the future, where video chatting is widespread. Chuck's a big fan of calling up Raleigh or Yancy whenever one's away and letting them watch him suck off his brother. Or fuck. Or sometimes just hang out.
The future's pretty great.
Nature's great too; it's fucking gorgeous out here and Chuck would be happy to just hang out in the room and listen to the buzz of the outdoors, but this waterfall sounds great too.
"Are we gonna plan on doing some skinny dipping?" He teases Raleigh, nudging him gently with an elbow.
They're great. Chuck enjoys doing them. Sometimes when he's away from both of them he calls them up just to jerk off for them or watch them together. It's important to stay connected.
Sometimes, everyone needs to wind down. When they're all in town and not off modeling or working or god knows what else, they all get a moment to sit down and relax and simply be.
When everyone is around - and depending on the day - there's Taco Tuesday, Wine Down Wednesdays, Fish Fry Friday, etc. Yancy does a lot of the cooking because...well.
He took care of a lot of that, growing up. Their mother is a lovely woman and every well meaning but...
She can't cook worth a damn. Their father isn't a lot better, his head in the clouds as he is and on more than one occassion the Becket's ate PB&J for dinner and after one too many burned grilled cheeses, Yancy took over.
Raleigh is mostly good at breakfast; French toast and he has bacon down to an art. Chuck is more tahn welcome to help if he can cook too -- but this time it's Sunday and Raleigh and Yancy have made a giant pot roast and football is on the television and it's a beautiful, relaxing fall day in the big ass house the Becket's bought together ages ago. The windows are open, the breeze is rippling through the curtains and there's beer and food and life's pretty damn good.
Chuck's good at cooking--the simple stuff. He can follow a recipe without setting anything on fire. And he kind of likes hanging out in the kitchen with his boys.
Sometimes making things more difficult for them on purpose and laughing at them.
But now the house smells awesome and there's a beer in his hand and the game is on and Chuck's got both his men and it's a pretty awesome day.
Yancy's in the kitchen and still fussing with the roast and Raleigh wanders
out, beer in hand and flops next to Chuck and drapes an arm around his
shoulders.
It's a nice Sunday, game's on, and he's feeling pretty content.
Yeah...sports are really secondary in the grand scheme of things. Raleigh's
way more interested in getting Chuck in his lap and giving him beer tinged
kisses, hands sliding up and down his back.
The game blares in the background, cheers erupting - someone's scored - but
Raleigh couldn't care less.
Zoo trips
Until at some point, they realized that there were more important things in life than fighting with each other, and mended their bond and moved on.
And then they met Chuck.
Chuck, with his fiery temper and Australian drawl and dimples that simply unstitched the Becket boys. How could they resist? Chuck certainly didn’t seem to want them to, and so they fell head over heels, Chuck swapping off between the brothers as he saw fit.
And after a crazy night or so in Vegas…here they are.
In a relationship.
All of them.
It’s not exactly something they broadcast; two brothers banging one guy (or each other, depending) in the same bed might raise some eyebrows, so sometimes they simply move separately as opposed to a unit all the time.
Today Yancy’s taken Chuck to the San Diego Zoo while they’re in town, he’s never been and he figures it’s one of those things you’re supposed to do while you’re in San Diego. Raleigh’s off doing a photoshoot for Calvin Klein, so Yancy and Chuck have the afternoon to themselves.
“So where do you want to start…?” He asks, unfolding his map and giving it a good once over.
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Because he doesn't want to choose. He loves them both, in different ways and for different things but there's nothing he wants to have to give up. He and Raleigh work, they fit together and can match each other blow for blow and it's not like Yancy doesn't have his temper but he's like a fucking oasis for Chuck's flame sometimes.
And he doesn't get why he wants to go to the zoo, but he seemed pretty excited about it.
He's still leaning against a fence in his glasses, as photo-shooty as you can get without any cameras. "Wherever you want to." Yancy's so lucky he's cute when he's being a dork.
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Yancy's got his actual glasses out because at this point in life he needs them to read, and he scans the little flyer before folding it and slipping it into his pocket.
"Gorillas. And then the penguins."
Yeah, maybe he's a little dorky. But at least he's cute, right?
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He won't do that yet.
"Gorillas," he agrees, not bothering to hide the smile.
So fucking cute.
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He gives Chuck a little look as he pulls them off his face and tucks them in his shirt pocket, brows lifted in amusement.
"What..?"
He can see the look you're giving him -- but you definitely aren't getting out of the penguins or gorillas.
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Here, Chuck will sling an arm over Yancy's shoulders and walk him in the direction of the gorillas.
"Also you're fucking cute with your glasses on," he says under his breath.
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Yancy chuckles and jams his free hand in his pocket, the other going around Chuck's waist.
"I hate 'em. Make me feel old."
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"So, why are we at the zoo?"
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He grumbles, but relents because Chuck is warm and feels nice against his side.
"Because I wanted to take you on a date. And see penguins and gorillas. Did you want to do something else..?"
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Hiking trips
In any case, they do things together and separately and the jealousy is there when Raleigh’s not involved, he can’t stop that, but it still works all the same. Sometimes they move as the three, sometimes it’s just Raleigh and Yancy when Chuck is busy and sometimes, Raleigh gets Chuck all to himself.
Like now.
Yancy’s job takes him all over the world for stretches of time that are irritating at best and excessively, frustratingly long at worst. Sometimes it’s a few days, sometimes it’s weeks and this time, it’s looking only to be a few days, which is good.
Still, it does mean that Raleigh can hog Chuck all he wants.
So he takes him out of town on a little getaway and they head into the mountains to a little bed and breakfast where they can hike or see a movie or whatever. It’s summer but in the mountains its beautifully and blissfully mild, not too hot and not too cold. The little inn they’re at has a tiny pool and the trail behind the building leads up into the valleys, away from civilization. Raleigh asks the little old lady running the place about places to go that most tourists don’t know about, those special little spots where only the locals know.
She tells him about a small waterfall and springs that’s about a two hour hike from there and so he loads Chuck and himself up with backpacks crammed full of food and off they go.
Hopefully, this isn’t a terrible idea.
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The future's pretty great.
Nature's great too; it's fucking gorgeous out here and Chuck would be happy to just hang out in the room and listen to the buzz of the outdoors, but this waterfall sounds great too.
"Are we gonna plan on doing some skinny dipping?" He teases Raleigh, nudging him gently with an elbow.
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Thsoe calls are great, just saying.
He laughs and elbows him back and gives him a mischievous little smirk.
"Maaaybe. Might be a little chilly, but there's hot springs, too."
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"Pervert." He ruffles his hair fondly.
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It really is.
"You're so mean to me," he complains, slinging an arm around Chuck's waist and dragging him in for a quick kiss.
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He'd better not break up with him.
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"I should," he agrees with a smirk, nibbling on Chuck's lowerl ip before letting him go in favor of grabbing up the remaining gear.
"C'mon. Wanna be there before noon so we can have lunch and stuff."
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All of the above?
When everyone is around - and depending on the day - there's Taco Tuesday, Wine Down Wednesdays, Fish Fry Friday, etc. Yancy does a lot of the cooking because...well.
He took care of a lot of that, growing up. Their mother is a lovely woman and every well meaning but...
She can't cook worth a damn. Their father isn't a lot better, his head in the clouds as he is and on more than one occassion the Becket's ate PB&J for dinner and after one too many burned grilled cheeses, Yancy took over.
Raleigh is mostly good at breakfast; French toast and he has bacon down to an art. Chuck is more tahn welcome to help if he can cook too -- but this time it's Sunday and Raleigh and Yancy have made a giant pot roast and football is on the television and it's a beautiful, relaxing fall day in the big ass house the Becket's bought together ages ago. The windows are open, the breeze is rippling through the curtains and there's beer and food and life's pretty damn good.
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Sometimes making things more difficult for them on purpose and laughing at them.
But now the house smells awesome and there's a beer in his hand and the game is on and Chuck's got both his men and it's a pretty awesome day.
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Yancy's in the kitchen and still fussing with the roast and Raleigh wanders out, beer in hand and flops next to Chuck and drapes an arm around his shoulders.
It's a nice Sunday, game's on, and he's feeling pretty content.
"Who's winning?"
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What? It's true.
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"Guess that's true enough."
Doesn't really matter, to be honest. Raleigh's more of a hockey fan.
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He's more into soccer himself, but he doesn't care, he just wants to be with them.
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Yeah...sports are really secondary in the grand scheme of things. Raleigh's way more interested in getting Chuck in his lap and giving him beer tinged kisses, hands sliding up and down his back.
The game blares in the background, cheers erupting - someone's scored - but Raleigh couldn't care less.
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"Thought we were here for the game," he mumbles, teeth scraping lightly over his lower lip. Not that he minds.
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