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Birthdays, for Kent, were an afterthought, a predictable routine: the sky lit up with fireworks, off-season was always in full swing, and whatever city he found himself living in cared way more about Independence Day than the fact that Kent turned another year older. 

Then he moved in with Jack and Eric. 

The sweet scent of baked goods woke Kent this July 4th birthday morning. He blinked against the sun, stretched out his arms and found his bed decidedly empty. When he shared it with two other people, it was unusual to find it empty. Kent frowned, sat up, and ran a hand through his hair, scratching aimlessly at his abs. Even in the offseason, he and Jack kept up their gym routine - living with Eric’s baking habits required it. 

Outside the bedroom, he heard hushed voices whispering from the direction of the kitchen. But by the time he’d pulled himself out of bed and stood in front of the closet, trying to find something to wear for the day, strong arms wrapped around him from behind, hands splaying over his bare chest. 

“Any plans for the day, Mr. Zimmermann?” Kent asked, leaning into his hold and tilting his neck so Jack could trail a series of kisses down his neck. 

“Yes,” Jack replied simply, offering zero information.

“Want to share? Or at least tell me what the dress code is?” Kent pretended to shudder in his arms. “Please don’t say red, white, and blue.”

Kent felt Jack’s chuckle as it vibrated through his body. “This boyfriend of yours could care less about America’s July 4th.”

“And the other one?”

“Decided to give it up this year in favor of Kent Parson Day.” Jack stepped back and swapped Kent’s ass on his way out of their walk-in closet. “Wear whatever you’d like, the plan is to stay home today. Maybe take a dip into the lake.”

Kent’s favorite type of day. He threw on a comfortable pair of shorts and an old Samwell Hockey shirt from Jack's side of the closet, which always made Jack and Eric flush when they saw him in it.

A whole array of waffles and pancakes greeted him when he left the bedroom, with two smiling boyfriends waiting by the table. Eric kept flicking his gaze to the spread, like he was worried something was missing, and since Kent knew his boyfriend would never be satisfied with his own cooking or baking, Kent walked around the table, gathered him in his arms and kissed his forehead. “It looks delicious, Bitty.” 

Eric bit his lip as they pulled apart, apparently still unsure, and Kent was having none of that. 

“As if anything you cooked for me wouldn’t be.” He pulled Eric from his uncertainties by lifting him off his feet and spinning them in a half circle until they faced Jack who was watching them both with a soft expression. Kent sent him an amused snort. “Come on boys, let’s eat before Zimms melts this breakfast with his heart-eyed stare and Bitty second-guesses it all to death.”

~~~

“I don’t think I’ve added enough freckles to my chest this offseason yet.” Kent stood from the breakfast table, gaze on the dock outside their house that floated over the lake. 

Eric joined him at the window as Jack cleared the table, stepping on his toes to kiss Kent’s cheek. “Well good thing a swim in the pond was the next Kent Parson Day activity.”

There were few things Kent enjoyed more than seeing his boyfriends shirtless under the sun; eye candy was definitely on the agenda for the day. From his lounge chair on the dock, both he and Eric got a little dazed when Jack pulled his shirt off, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular back. Zimms turned to face them, sun reflecting off his sunblocked skin, completely unaware of the Adonis image he created - it was one of the things he loved about the man. Eric was equally as unaware of his gorgeous body, already in his too-short shorts, pulling off his shirt to reveal his lithe chest. 

Kent had to be the luckiest man on the planet. 

And because Kent could be a little shit, he stood from the lounge chair, walked over to Jack, ran a hand down his ab-filled chest, and pushed him right into the lake. Then Kent turned his sights to Eric, who was already elbowing himself up his lounge chair, trying to escape from Kent. “Don’t you dare, Parse.”

“Parse, huh?” He stalked over to Eric, crawling onto his chair. “Now I know you’re serious.”

“Throw him in here!” Jack shouted from the lake.

“Ganging up on me isn’t--Ah!” Bitty slapped Kent’s chest but it was no use, he was already secured in Kent’s arms in a bridal hold. 

“Bitty, Bittle, there’s nothing you can do.” Kent bit lightly at his ear before jumping off the side of the dock with Eric in his arms and Jack waiting in the water. When they resurfaced, Kent swam them to Jack and their laughter carried them through the afternoon.

~~~

As the sun set, Jack pushed himself onto the dock, both Kent and Eric whistling as the water rolled down Jack’s back.

“Are you really blushing, Zimms?” Kent teased. 

“If it wasn’t your birthday, I’d say your BBQ dinner was on the line.”

Eric slid onto Kent’s back, wrapping his legs around his waist. “Big bluffer,” Eric called out to Jack. “But make sure we save room for cake.” Kent grabbed onto Eric’s legs, securing them around his hips and swam them closer to the dock. 

“You baking me cake, Bitty? Ruining the surprise.” 

“Bless your heart,” Eric whispered in his ear. “ That’s definitely not the surprise.”

Kent knew Eric had a mischievous side and could feel it in the way he was wiggling on Kent’s back. Kent turned around so those legs were now wrapped around his front and pressed their lips together in a searing kiss. It was easy to get lost in the taste and feel of Bittle, sliding his hands around his body and pulling him close under the water. His boyfriends were both incredibly distracting. Despite that, Eric’s words about a surprise still stayed with Kent long after they both left the lake and joined Jack by the BBQ.

“You missed quite the makeout session.” Kent smirked as he took the flank steak from where it waited for him at the side of the grill. 

Jack rolled his eyes. “Someone has to make sure you two were fed something other than sugar and spice.” Jack pulled Kent close and kissed him in a way that always took his breath away, especially after everything they’d been through. He’d dreamed of Jack kissing this freely for years.

Eric slid by and grabbed a burger off the tray by the grill. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said as he ogled them between bites. “I love dinner and a show.”

They ate on the porch, watching the last rays of sun slip past the horizon, turning their world into a faint purplish hue. Wrapped in blankets and towels, there wasn’t a single fireworks in sight, and Kent couldn’t be happier.

~~~

After dinner, Kent had almost forgotten about Eric’s “surprise” comment. That was until Eric stepped out of the kitchen and into the dimmed living room with Kent’s birthday cake in his hands. 

But it wasn’t the cake that took his breath away. 

Eric wore his mischievous smirk and the legendary bunny costume Kent had only heard about in stories. His jaw dropped at the sight of Bitty in his full puck bunny glory. 

Kent barely registered the two of them singing him Happy Birthday. The costume’s plunging neckline fell below the cake and Kent wondered how far down it went, if the fabric would give enough so Kent could pull it back and tease at his nipples. Eric’s thighs kept calling out to him too. He wanted to run his hands over the skin he knew to be so smooth and stop right before he hit the knee-high socks. He hadn’t heard about the socks in their retelling of the costume, and he was utterly unprepared.

“Parse?” Jack called out with a laugh. Their singing had finished.

Kent shook his head. “What was that?”

“Make a wish, hotstuff.” Eric smirked and…Did he have a faint drawing of whiskers on his face? How could he be so adorable and hot at the same time? Leaning over to put the cake on the table, Kent was drawn to his bushy tail and a desperate noise may have slipped past Kent’s lips. 

Bitty Bunny had the audacity to look up at him through his eyelashes and wink. “I said, it was time to make a wish.”

Kent swung his focus to Jack, whose self-satisfied smile ran a spark through Kent that was as hot as Bitty in that costume. “You two sexy fucks planned this whole thing.”

“Absolutely,” Jack said with a smirk as Bitty did a little hip swish dance that drew Kent’s focus back to his tail.

He could make a wish, but why should he when there was one coming true right in front of him? Instead, he blew out the candles and stalked over to Eric and he knew by the flush that crossed over Eric’s face that a predatory gleam had entered his gaze. 

“Jack,” Eric whispered. “I think he’s going bunny hunting.”

“Only the Bitty kind,” Jack replied. 

And then Kent had him within touching distance. He lifted Eric’s chin and lowered his lips until their mouths crashed together. Pulling back, he allowed himself to run a hand from Bitty’s bunnied shoulder, down over the plunging neckline to splay on his stomach. Eric gasped, then moaned when Kent continued his journey and palmed his hardening cock right through the costume.

Eric moaned. “Fuck, Kenny--”

“Costume is so tight, I can make out everything through this thing,” Kent observed as he continued fondling Eric through the costume. “You’re so hard, Bits.”

Eric shook his head and stepped back. “You’re messing up the plan.”

Kent raised his hands in faux defense. “By all means…”

Looking over towards Jack, Eric nodded, which must have been some sort of signal because Jack grabbed Kent’s hand and led him over to the sofa. Jack sat down first, pulling Kent onto the sofa next to him with an arm wrapped around Kent’s shoulders, bringing him flush against Jack’s side. 

Eric took centerstage in the middle of their living room. He put on a song Kent couldn’t name, but knew enough to know it was definitely Beyoncé. He couldn’t tear his gaze away as Eric started rolling his hips to the beat. Kent watched as Eric ran his hands all along everywhere he yearned to touch, down his chest--stopping to pinch at his own nipples--over his hips, he turned and ran his hands over his ass and twerked his bushy tail. 

The first feel of Jack’s roaming hands along Kent's chest startled him, but he relaxed into the touch easily. When his hands got to the hem of Kent’s shirt he tugged at it until Kent sat forward, eyes still glued to Bitty Bunny as he grinded the air, and let Jack remove the fabric. When he sat back in Jack’s embrace, Jack’s hands continued moving along his abs, only this time his lips joined in along Kent’s neck.

Arousal ran through Kent; in front of him was the visual feast of Eric bending over so the costume slid even further up his ass, combined with the feel of Jack’s hand moving lower and lower, eventually teasing him through his shorts. It was all too much and not enough and Kent vaguely thought that whatever he did over the past year, he had definitely been a good boy.

But he wanted more, he wanted to touch.

When Eric turned around again, hard cock pressing against the bunny costume, stretching the fabric against his thighs, Kent snapped. He thrust into Jack’s hand one more time before moving to stand in front of the couch. 

Eric giggled as Kent advanced. “Jack, save me.”

But Jack didn’t move other than to shift on the sofa and adjust himself in his shorts. He always loved watching them together. 

“Jack, did you give me my own Bitty puck bunny for my birthday?” Kent teased. 

“You know me so well.” 

“Maybe you can help me drive this bunny boy wild,” Kent suggested before picking Eric up from around his waist and throwing him over his shoulder so his cute little tail was up in the air for the whole room to see. With one hand secured right over his ass and the other fingering the elastic of his knee high socks, Kent carried Eric to their bedroom. Jack followed behind, and Kent may have heard the tell-tale click of his camera app going off. 

Kent tossed Eric onto the bed. “I made the bunny bounce, Zimms.”

Eric giggled as he used his elbows to crawl backwards towards the headboard. Kent flicked a gaze at Jack before pulling off his shorts and crawling over Eric, completely naked. Eric gasped and squirmed under him, lifting his hips so his costumed covered cock ran along Kent’s. Kent learned quickly that the fabric of the costume had just enough give to allow him to pull it past one nipple, and he bit and teased the nub as his hand came up to tug at the other through the bunny suit. Eric gasped under him and started to plead between moans to take him out of the costume, to let him feel Kent’s fingers inside him. 

“I have other plans that don’t involve unwrapping my birthday present,” Kent replied. “At least not right away.” 

Kent let out a gasp of his own as he felt Jack’s big hand roam over his bare ass. “Want me to fuck you while you devour your Bitty Bunny, Kenny?”

He looked over his shoulder at Jack and grinned. “Read my mind.” Kent brought his hands to Eric’s waist and turned him so Eric was positioned on his side. “But first I want you to lay down behind that bushy tail and tease the shit out of our mischievous bunny, while I take the front. Let’s see how long he lasts, before he makes a mess in his pretty little costume.”

“Evil,” Eric moaned. Kent’s only reply was to turn on his side and lower himself down the bed until he was face to face with Eric’s fabric covered cock. His mouth watered at the sight and as he waited for Jack to get on the other side, he couldn’t resist stroking his own cock a few times, transfixed by the sight of Eric’s cock trying to break free from the costume.

When Eric was finally sandwiched between Jack and Kent, they went to work like Eric was a feast. Jack spread Eric’s thighs and ran a finger from the tail down over his slit, pushing the fabric around his hole. The motion tightened the fabric around Eric’s cock and Kent couldn’t hold back another second, he brought his mouth to Eric and licked down his shaft then back up to suck on the head of his cock.

Eric writhed and squirmed between them, letting the most delicious noises escape his lips as his boyfriends took him apart. Jack’s mouth joined the party, and every so often their tongues would slide together under Eric’s taint. It was the filthiest thing Kent could ever remember doing, and that was before he started rubbing his own cock against Eric’s knee high socks. 

The costume was absolutely drenched with saliva and precome by the time Eric let out the steady stream of curses. It was a sound their “polite southern boy” only managed to make when he was close to coming. Kent brought a hand up and ran his palm over Eric’s cock, covering him with delicious friction. Jack seemed to be picking up the pace as well, he could see the corners of his fingers pushing into Eric’s hole through the fabric. 

“Come on, Bitty Bunny,” Kent whispered against his cock before dragging his teeth along its length. “Make a mess for us.”

That was all it took before Eric tensed and shuddered. Kent watched as the costume pooled with Eric’s come, immediately sticking around his twitching cock. It was a sight he was sure to never forget. 

After barely any time at all, Eric squeaked in a way that sounded like Jack had taken a bite right next to his tail, and then Jack was pushing himself off the bed and coming to stand behind Kent. 

Jack used those talented hands to manhandle Kent into place, hovering over Eric who was now on his back trying to catch his breath, whiskers adorably smeared. Jack had grabbed the lube from their nightstand at some point because when his fingers ran along Kent’s hole they were wet and ready.

“Want to make you feel good, Kenny. But I don’t know how long I’ll last after that bunny feast.”

Kent’s breath caught at the first feel of Jack entering him, then he let out an airy chuckle. “You and me both.” He pushed back onto the fingers then forward to give Eric a kiss. “I bet it won’t take long before I’m coming all over his costume myself.”

Jack cursed in French and Eric sent him a dreamy smile. Definitely the luckiest man on earth.

It didn’t take long at all. The feel of Jack stretching him, the sight of Eric under him, blissed out and bunnied, the way Jack’s cock honed in on his prostate over and over. Kent could barely keep his arms from shaking as he hovered over Eric. But he used the strength he cultivated as a professional athlete to lower himself enough to bury his face in Eric’s neck and come all over his bunny costume. A birthday wish come true. 

Jack followed shortly after and then they were a twist of limbs in their bed, exhausted and covered in sweat and come. Kent knew this was the best birthday he’d ever experienced, and that was before he even remembered the cake waiting for them on the table.

“As wonderful as being on the bottom of a sexy hockey player pile is,” Eric said, after they all took a moment to catch their breath. “I definitely need a shower.” He pulled the sticky fabric away from his body. “And maybe to toss this away, I don’t think it will ever recover.”

“Don’t you dare,” Jack and Kent said in unison.

Eric slid from the bed, laughing, as Kent and Jack chased him into the bathroom. 

“The bunny hunt is on!” Kent declared. 

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