I woke up early in the morning. Frank was naked, trying to pick out clothes for the day. “Saturday?” I questioned softly and he nodded in response. “Yep. You doing okay..?”
I yawned and stretched as I sat up. “Yeah...did you tell Chris about William yet..?”
Frank sighed and slipped a shirt on, rolling it down over his pale skin. “Yes, and he's sulking. He's upset..”
I bit my lip, hard. “Why..?”
Frank shrugged. “He thinks we're not enough for you. Which we are. We’re your family. You're allowed to enjoy other people, that's the point..”
I trailed my fingers down his spine. “Don't worry about it...I’ll talk to him..”
I kissed Frank's cheek and slipped out of the room, walking over and knocking on Chris’s door. I heard a quiet grunt and opened it, walking inside before shutting the door behind me. Chris was curled up, the sheets pulled up half over his face. His hair was messy, and the sheets had blood on them in some places. I sighed and sat down, putting a hand on his hip. “Chrissy..?”
He sat up immediately, slapping my hand away and glaring at me. “Get the fuck out of my room!”
I flinched slightly, but took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm. “No. You're upset and we’re gonna talk about this..”
He flipped me off and crossed his arms, looking away like an angry toddler. I rolled my eyes and moved so I was sitting cross legged on the bed.
“Chrissy, I love you and Frankie. You guys are my family, we’re gonna raise our baby together. But that doesn't mean that every now and then I don't look at other guys. William is cute, really nice to me, and I had fun with him. But Chrissy, I'm married to you. You know that. And Frank and I would be married if we could...that doesn't mean he can't have sex with other people..”
Chris snorted and shrugged. “Yeah, but you have to like someone a lot to have sex with them, right..?”
I sighed. “Yes, but it doesn't have to be romantic. It can be a platonic attraction too..”
“But it wasn't.”
I bit my lip at the blunt, angry hurt in his voice.
“Yes. I do like him romantically. But that doesn't mean I love you or Frank any less..”
“Yes it does!” Chris wailed, tears suddenly pouring down his cheeks. He rarely cried. I shifted closer to him and hugged him gently. “It's doesn't, Chrissy. I promise..”
He shoved me away, angry again. “Never see him again.” He growled. I rubbed my eyes and tried to kiss Chris's cheek, but he slapped me hard across the face. “STOP!”
I scrambled away, whimpering as I only just caught myself from falling off the bed. “Chrissy!”
“Get out!”
I bolted out of the room and into Frank's arms, sobbing as he scooped me up and carried me into his room. “Shh, baby, shh..” He murmured, laying me down. “It's alright..”

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I hid in Frank's room for the whole weekend, terrified and upset. I could hear Chris come and go, and every now and then, I could hear him crying. It broke my heart, but I knew me being around would just make it worse.
I went to work on Monday, feeling dead and drained. At about noon, William walked in and sat down at his normal table. I completely ignored him, restocking books quietly.
After a while, he got frustrated and walked over, grabbing my arm gently. I shook him off, my eyes stinging as I teared up slightly.
“Leave me alone..”
William sighed and tucked my hair behind my ears, turning my head to face him. “This isn't you, Gee, what happened..?”
I shook him off again, feeling the tears run down my cheeks. “Chris hates me now...I c-can't..”
He nodded and kissed my forehead, looking at me sadly. “I like you...but I'll leave you alone if it's what you need..”
I looked down, wiping the tears off my cheeks angrily and staring at the shelf as William packed his stuff up and left quietly.

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Frank rocked me as I cried, curled up against his chest and trembling.
“Shh...I know, baby. I know it's hard. Chris will calm down, I promise..”
I cried for hours, and refused to move from Frank’s lap when I was done. I stayed curled up with him, shivering. At about three a.m., Chris slipped through the front door, his hood pulled up over his face. He glanced at Frank and I and walked straight past, going to bed quietly.
I jumped up and Frank tried to pull me back, but I slapped him away and ran after Chris, slamming into his room and climbing into bed with him. He didn't protest, laying limp in the bed. I snuggled up to his chest, shaky. “I love you..”
He started to cry suddenly and I hugged him tightly, rubbing his back and trying to calm him down. “What's wrong, Chrissy..?”
Chris wouldn't stop crying, so I pulled the covers back from his body and carefully pulled him to his feet, supporting him as best I could as I walked him into the bathroom. I sat him down on the toilet lid and started a bath running, kissing his cheeks.
“Want me to undress you..?” I murmured, but he didn't respond, so I very slowly lifted his shirt up and off his body. He was covered in bruises and hickies, all over his chest. His back had several deep cuts in it, which had been inadequately bandaged. I frowned, but didn't say anything, cupping his face in my hands as he sobbed uncontrollably.
“Chrissy, I'm here..” I soothed, stroking his arms as I leaned down and slipped his belt out of his jeans, trying not to touch any of his bruises. He calmed down a little, enough to help me get his jeans and boxers off. Wrapped around his dick was a thick cock ring, a little too small for him. I frowned and kissed the side of his head, deciding not to touch or say anything just yet. “Deep breaths, baby...want me to get Frankie..?”
Chris nodded shakily and I pecked his lips before hurrying to Frank's room. He was laying on the bed, reading a book quietly. I leaned against the doorframe, my hands shaking as I forced myself to stay calm. “Chris...something’s really wrong...he's got bruises and stuff...I'm kinda scared and I think he wants us both there..”
Frank got up slowly, looking worried. “Okay..?”
I grabbed Frank's hand as we walked to the bathroom. My nails dug into the back of his hand, but he didn't react, except to kiss the side of my head.
Chris was exactly where I left him, sobbing and damaged. Frank’s eyes widened and he rushed over, hugging the older man tightly. “Jesus Christ! What the fuck?!”
Chris flinched away and his sobs doubled, so I gently pulled Frank away from him. “Let's all get in the bath..” I said as calmly as I could. “Chris needs to get clean and we all need to relax..”
Frank and I lowered Chris into the bath, carefully washing away the dried blood, cum, and general grime that coated his skin. The water turned a horrible color, so we drained and refilled it. I did most of the work, Frank just kind of knelt there and held Chris's head against his chest, freaked out and completely terrified. I got into the bath after Chris, moving close to him and rubbing his side. “Chrissy…look at me, baby. I'm here..” I murmured as Frank slipped under the water, stirring up the bubbles. Chris's teary, hopeless eyes fixed on mine and I wiped them carefully. “Shh. You're safe. Will you let me take that off..?” I asked softly, pointing to his crotch. He nodded shakily and Frank hugged him tightly as I put my hand into the water and started to pull the ring off. It took almost two minutes to wriggle it off; it was far too small for him. I put it aside and Frank cradled the much larger man against his chest as I snuggled up to Chris's side. “You're okay, baby...it's okay..” I murmured over and over, stroking his side robotically. He fell asleep after a while, going limp against Frank's chest. He was ridiculously exhausted, so we dried him off and put him in bed before going back to the bath and curling up in each other's arms.

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