What They Love About Me
A man shares his feelings about his boyfriends, and what they in turn find so appealing about him. <3
This vignette was written for Serling as part of my themed Patreon request day for June. This month's theme was "Relaxation" and the story contains M/M romance and suggestive mentions of sex between a trio of consenting adults. <3
What They Love About Me
I have two boyfriends. Kinda crazy when you think about it. Not because there's two of 'em, polyamory made sense to me from the first time I heard about it. Duh, of course you can love more than one person at once. But, it's just... well, I wasn't the most popular kid. Not with the girls, not with the boys... not that I came out at all before college, thank god. Goodness only knows what kind of hell my life would have been if I had. Really though, I wasn't popular. I was kinda a nerd, kinda awkward, and... kinda fat.
I'm still two of those things. I'm a nerd, and I'm chubby as hell. But, awkward? Nah. Awkward back then meant I got flustered if someone called me a name, and that I couldn't kick a ball right in gym class for the life of me. Now if someone calls me fat I'll tell them that when I eat a cake it tastes fucking amazing, and if I want to go for a jog afterwards and burn it off that's my choice, but they're gonna go to sleep an asshole tonight and wake up one tomorrow no matter what. I'm chubby. I'm gay as hell. And, yeah, I've got two amazing boyfriends who not only love me for the nerd I am, but... they think I'm kinda cute, too.
There's this thing we do, every night before bed. We all put our phones down on the bedside table, and for half an hour before we actually get washed up to go to bed, we snuggle. Sometimes things get hot and heavy. Sometimes that half hour turns into two or three before we drag ourselves into the showers, out again, then hit the hay before we're even properly dried off. But, a lot of times we just cuddle and enjoy each other's company without distractions. I know that might sound dull or really clingy, and I'm sure it wouldn't work for a lot of relationships. It really does help relax us though, and especially my two boys if I lie in the middle of them.
I'm bigger than them, not just coz I'm a polar bear, but like, they're both pretty skinny too. So, they love to cuddle up either side of me. I wrap an arm around each of them, they stretch one each up and over my belly, and they rub it from up top. I swear, I can tell the difference in how quickly they calm down from whatever shit they've been through that day by whether or not they rub my belly. If they don't, I feel 'em tossing and turning after we get properly into bed. If they do get to rub my belly though, give it ten minutes, fifteen tops and we'll be lying there calm and quiet as anything. I don't know if it's like a meditative thing, them feeling my breathing and the rhythmic motion of their hands on my fur, or if it's just some cognitive association between stroking my belly and like, good, calm nights. Either way, I'm glad to let them have that experience. And, I've gotta admit... there are times when I'm glad they do it for my own sake, too.
I don't have as many stressful days at work as they do, my job is pretty low-key in a dull sort of way, but there are times when other shit in the world gets to me same as anyone else. Back before I had them, I'd get really stressed out and really pissed off. I'd sit in bed tweeting at assholes or reading depressing news article after depressing news article just making myself feel worse and worse. But now, when I feel their hands on my belly, it's so, so hard to stay angry. And on the days when it's at its worst, when I really do have stuff to be pissed off about, they know that short-cut to relax me. On those days it won't just be one hand each on my belly. They'll sit either side of me, crossed legged, and run both their hands over my stomach. They'll lean in and nuzzle it. Kiss it. And if that doesn't work, they'll damn well climb up onto my belly and lie on me, smiling up at me innocent as anything with their fluffy sheaths rubbing on my belly, until I reach around and cuddle them, a hand on each of their butts, and rub them till I calm down. Or until one of them starts poking me in the belly with their... well, y'know. Hey, being horny is as good a way to distract me from thinking about the bad shit in the world as anything. And god knows by the time we're done, we'll be calm as heck.
I know all this is kinda a roundabout way of saying it, but... my point is, my boyfriends love me for who I am. I'm sure they'd love me even if I wasn't chubby, just like I'd love them no matter what. But, the fact that they love my belly, that they get something special out of the way I look even though it isn't what most people consider the ideal these days. They love my belly, and I kinda love them even more because they love it, so...
Oh.
Apparently it's 10.30. Man, times flies when you're rambling, huh? Welp, guess I'll cut things off here. I dunno if anyone will read this. I dunno if you'll get anything useful out of it if you do. But, please, find people who love you for who you are. People who want you to be the best version of yourself, but people who won't force you to change to be what they think the best version of you should...
Okay, they're really staring at me now. I dunno if they're annoyed stares or sexy stares. I mean, any stare is a sexy stare when you're naked like they are, I guess. Either way, I should go. Naked boyfriends to snuggle. Man, thirteen year old me really wouldn't believe it if I managed to go back and tell him that. But, it's true.
They need this big ol' bear and his big ol' belly, and just like always, I need them, too.
G'nite.
By Jeeves
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