Cali knew Max was in meetings this morning, so she called Sean on her way to ship the orders. “Hey, guess what?”
“What?”
“I love you guys even more for getting vasectomies.”
“Um…oookaaay. Why?”
“Guess.”
He sighed. “Babe, that’s a really broad field. Can I get a hint?”
“Preggo Essie 2.0 is in the house.”
“Oh, boy. Why didn’t they tell us?”
“Her guys don’t know yet. She just found out this morning. I’m going to run errands and then drive her to Orlando. Oh, and we’ve got Eddie for at least tonight.”
“Aw, we get to spoil the rugrat. I love it.”
“Yeah. So if I’m not home when you guys get home, that’s why. And don’t say anything to anyone yet. She’s really upset at herself she accidentally told me first.”
“Those poor bastards.” Sean laughed. “They didn’t learn anything the first time around, huh?”
“No, and worse, it was an accident.”
“Ouch.”
“Exactly. I think we need a larger bed for the guest room for Mark, Josh, and Ted.”
“Those poor bastards,” he said again.
Essie had calmed herself down a little by the time Cali returned for her. They moved Eddie’s car seat into Cali’s car and after Cali loaded their stuff in the trunk, they headed toward I-75.
“Did you tell them you’re coming?”
“No.” Essie sniffled. “I know where the job site is, though. It’s a house just west of downtown.”
“North of Disney?”
“Yeah, by several miles.”
“This’ll be fun.”
“Thank you for this.”
“No problem, sweetie. Should I make extra keys for your guys to use to come over?”
Essie snorted. “I hate feeling like this. I envy you for Max and Sean’s vasectomies.”
“If it’s any consolation, I’m sure your guys will, too.”
* * * *
Cali delivered Essie to her guys, stayed just long enough for them to kiss Eddie, and booked it before Essie could deliver the good news.
She wanted to be out of there and back on the road home before rush hour traffic hit Orlando.
She returned to her own driveway a little after seven, and Sean and Max walked out to greet her and help her get Eddie and his stuff out of the car.
Sean blew a raspberry against the toddler’s cheek, getting a squealing laugh out of him. “Hey, buddy. Want to go in the pool with Uncle Sean tonight?”
“Yay!”
Sean turned and headed inside with him, the two of them already making their plans for the evening.
Max smiled as he shook his head. “He’s a big kid.”
“But he’s our big kid.”
“That he is. What torture are we inflicting upon him for Thanksgiving?”
She grinned. “I haven’t decided yet. Any ideas?”
“I was going to look into giant turkey costumes, like the big T-Rex costumes, and tie him up in one of those.”
“Ooh! That’s not a bad idea. I was trying to figure out how I could make him look like a turkey.”
“Well, not hard, since he is a turkey.”
She snorted. “Yeah, but he’s our turkey.”
Later that night, after wearing Eddie out and putting him to bed in the guest room close to their bedroom so they could hear him if he awakened in the night, Cali collapsed into bed with her guys.
“Can I just say, one more time in case I didn’t make it clear, thank you for the vasectomies?”
Tonight she was snuggled between them. Max draped an arm around her. “He is a handful, isn’t he?”
“So’s Eddie,” Cali snarked.
“Heeeey,” Sean protested. “I resemble that remark.”
The end of their bed suddenly dipped. “Maow.”
“Goddammit, Baxter,” Sean muttered. “I gave you catnip.”
“He wants to snuggle,” Cali said. “He got abandoned today.”
Sean drew the cat up onto his chest and started scratching the top of his head. “Sorry, buddy. Didn’t think about it like that.”
“He’s used to me being here all day,” Cali said. “He’s miffed.”
“Oh,” Max said. “Tony said we already have twenty RSVPs for the party.”
“Holy crap,” Cali said. “I didn’t know we were that popular.”
“Yeah, we are.” Max sighed. “Are we still Eddie-sitting this weekend? It’s our turn to be at Venture.”
“No, just tonight and maybe tomorrow night,” Cali said. “If they need him watched longer, I’ll call Essie’s mom and coordinate with her. She doesn’t have to work this weekend.” She snuggled in and reached over to pet Baxter.
“Okay,” Max said. “I love Eddie, but I also love my play time.”
“This isn’t the kind of pussy I had in mind to sit on me, though,” Sean said as he stared at Baxter.
“Maow.”
Chapter Three
Max didn’t like to think about their ex, much less talk about her, if he could avoid it. Lydia was a low point in his and Sean’s lives.
Except if it wasn’t for Lydia, they wouldn’t be lovers now, or have Cali. One event had led to another, a domino effect placing them squarely in a good place that had led to even better places.
And had led Cali straight into their arms.
Unfortunately, sometimes his dreams betrayed him and replayed the events they endured while with Lydia. It was an emotionally mixed bag, reliving some of those days, pleasure and pain and humiliation and desire all mixed together.
Lydia had done a great job of trying to remold them into the subby boys she wanted. But she hadn’t counted on the two men’s friendship being stronger and morphing into love for each other instead of her, once they saw through her bullshit and turned the tables on her.
The most common memory that popped up in his dreams was the first night he and Sean crossed the threshold from roommates and friends to lovers. Lydia had kept them both locked in chastity cages for three days, even while they were at work, and had made them wear butt plugs.
It was a Friday night, and she’d started it off following dinner by clipping their wrist cuffs together behind their backs before releasing them from their chastity cages. Max could even remember the aching pleasure-pain as his cock sprang free, finally able to get fully hard.
The reptilian gleam in Lydia’s eyes as she’d sat back on the couch, spread her legs, and ordered them to make her come if they wanted relief.
Of course they eagerly dove in, him between her legs, and Sean sucking her nipples, until they’d made her come several times.
He could still remember the feel of her nails raking through his hair, along his scalp, as they knelt there, desperate to come and eager to do anything to make her happy so they could earn it.
The evil joy in her voice when she spoke. “Did my boys want to come tonight?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” they’d recited in unison.
Lately, she’d been doing more to them, the latest development being pegging one of them while the other lay there next to him, tied up, touching even though not sexually.
“I think if you two are serious about what we’re doing, it’s time for you to prove it. If you want to come, you need to make each other come. You’re in this together now.”
Max remembered how his throat had gone dry as he met Sean’s gaze.
“Ma’am?” they’d asked in unison even while staring at each other.
“You heard me,” she said. “Sixty-nine.” She pointed at the floor in front of her. “On your sides. Suck each other’s cocks. Now. Or I’ll put the cages back on you both for a week. Your choice, boys.”
Twin tendrils of terror and desire rolled through Max. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be the first one to admit he was game to try it, because he didn’t want to nuke his relationship with Sean, or with Lydia.
Except…
> The eager anticipation on her face was what did him in. He felt his face heat. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Sean’s chest rose and fell before he finally turned toward Max. “Yes, Ma’am.”
They lay on their sides, tricky because of their hands being clipped behind them. It took them a moment of wiggling and squirming to get themselves positioned just right. Lydia stood and walked over, kneeling next to them where she could see better. “That’s it, boys. For right now, you can even come as many times as you can get it up, as long as you suck it out of each other. You’ve both earned a reward.”
This time, it was Sean who made the first move, warm breath hitting Max’s cock first before Sean’s tongue tentatively flicked the head of his cock, tracing along the slit.
For a moment, Max’s conscious mind tried to rebel, to tell him to safeword, to warn him that their friendship was in jeopardy if they crossed this line…
But he opened his mouth and licked the head of Sean’s cock, triggering a responding moan around his own member from Sean.
It took them a few minutes to get the hang of it, but it wasn’t long before they were both into it, moaning and horny and lost in the sensation of sucking and being sucked, all with Lydia eagerly egging them on as she watched.
“Keep each other’s cocks in your mouths even after you come, until I say so.”
Sean had come first, with Max only seconds behind him.
And they’d been ordered to swallow.
He knew what cum tasted like, because Lydia had made a point of feeding their own to them. It was just a matter of getting used to the fact it wasn’t his own, and that he was drinking it straight from the source, so to speak.
Neither released the other, and Lydia had reached down to ruffle their hair. “My good boys. Now get each other hard and do it again. I know you’re both good for at least a second one each. You both earned a reward for being caged up so long and for taking care of each other like good boys.”
Trying to catch his breath, Max wondered if he should say something, but he couldn’t. Instead, he sucked Sean’s limp cock deeper into his mouth and started working to get him hard again.
Sean started to do the same thing.
Max finally dragged himself out of the dream to find the bedroom quiet, and Cali sound asleep between him and Sean, who was also asleep based on his soft, gentle snores from sleeping on his back.
Because Baxter was still perched on his chest.
Baxter was awake. He looked over at Max and gave him the kitty version of s’up, a brief narrowing of his eyes.
As Max’s pulse slowed, he took a couple of deep breaths to anchor himself in the present. He hated the Lydia dreams, even if he did love the man sharing his bed and his life. It was a mixed bag, and was their history, except it was so heavily weighted with the bad kind of emotional baggage he could never separate the two.
He’d much rather relive the first time they made love together once they’d moved Lydia out and reclaimed their lives. That night, their first in a while where Lydia was not under the same roof as them, they’d decided to share a bed—and they had ever since.
That night, they’d really been able to make love for the first time, the first of countless times together. They’d taken each other to bed, shoved aside all the bullshit with Lydia for a while, and lost themselves in the comfort of each other’s arms. The first time the men had admitted out loud to each other that they loved each other.
The night they’d committed themselves to their relationship, at the time the only way they could since it’d been before the marriage ban had fallen. Later, they’d both slept soundly draped over each other and not worrying about Lydia.
She’d done such a fine job of training them to tie their orgasms to each other that they’d fallen in love with each other before they’d even realized it. Wasn’t something he’d ever foreseen, falling in love with another guy, much less being sexually active with him, but life sometimes tossed out curveballs.
But he couldn’t imagine life without Sean.
Or Cali.
Now he was wide awake.
And horny.
He knew from experience the first condition could only be remedied by taking care of the second. Except he didn’t want to wake up Cali or Sean.
He quietly slipped out of bed. First he stuck his head into the guest room closest to their bedroom, to check on Eddie.
Still sound asleep.
Then he padded down to the living room, where he stretched out on the couch. After pulling down his sleeping shorts, he spit in his hand and fisted his cock, not needing much stimulation to get pre-cum freely flowing.
Even in the early days, despite them both being switches, Sean had naturally settled into the more subordinate role with him, always up for a fun time. Now awake, Max thought to that first night, what he considered their first real night together, just them and no one else between them. The way Sean’s crisp, blue eyes had stared up at him as Max had fucked him bare, wanting a new start in this way, too.
Just them.
No one and nothing between them.
The swift change that had come over Sean’s face once Max’s cock had exploded and he’d then risen up and impaled himself on Sean’s cock.
The way Sean had flipped them over and fucked him silly, also bare and cementing the deal that they belonged to each other.
The sound of Sean’s voice as he’d said, “I love you.”
They’d ended up in the shower, then back to bed for round two, their bodies eager for exploration and release without Lydia’s bullshit rules and manipulations and trying to turn them against each other.
How he’d discovered Sean loved it when he bit him at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. How Sean had set him afire sucking on his fingers. Able to really learn and explore each other in their own time and way.
Time number three that night spent sitting facing each other, Sean in his lap and his legs around Max’s waist. Max jerked their cocks while pressed together in his palm, going slow, letting it last until Sean’s pitiful pleas to come had worked their way into the depths of Max’s soul to where he never wanted to lose him.
Ever.
Not as a friend, not as a lover.
Not as a partner in all ways.
Max’s hand stroked harder, faster, now a flurry of movement as he focused on the head and trying to get himself over instead of making it last. He pinched his nipples with his other hand, back and forth.
He’d just crested the edge and his orgasm hit him when something warm and furry landed on his shins.
“Maow.”
He startled, cock still in his hand, laughing as his head fell back onto the couch. “Goddammit, Baxter, can’t a guy wank in peace?”
“Maow.”
He untangled himself from the tuxedo cat, who followed him into the guest bath and watched him in an unsettlingly intent way as he cleaned himself up. When Max headed back down the hall to their bedroom, Baxter followed.
Max stopped and looked at him. Baxter stopped, sat, and curled his tail around himself as he stared up at Max.
“Maow.”
“Lucky I love you,” Max whispered as he continued his journey to the bedroom.
Baxter stood and followed. “Maow.”
Chapter Four
Max and Sean had already left for work. Eddie sat on the kitchen floor, playing with a couple of wooden spoons and three overturned metal pots, while Cali stood there and went through her e-mail on her tablet. She’d already fed the toddler, who’d likely be ready for a nap soon.
She definitely didn’t mind playing Aunt Cali, but yeah, she felt herself itching to be immersed in her usual routine. Motherhood did not suit her.
Just another affirmation that their decision to not have kids had been right.
Cali much preferred this, a temporary situation that had a set timeframe. Eddie was fun and all, but handing him back was a relief at the end.
As if reading her mind, her phone rang, Ess
ie calling.
Cali answered. “Hey, momma. How’d it go?”
She laughed. “Well, if I wasn’t pregnant already, I probably would be now, after last night. Let’s just say the guys are enthusiastic about being fathers again. How’s my little bean?”
“That noise you hear in the background is him auditioning to be Mevi’s new drummer.”
“Thank you for yesterday. I really appreciate it.”
“Hey, what are besties for if not to convince you you’re acting psycho and need your men?”
“True story. Anyway, Mark is going to drive me back later today. The house they’re working on for the show is really bad. Lots of mold going on from an old roof leak. They don’t even want me in the hotel with them, because they’re afraid they might bring in contamination on their clothes.”
“And they’re back to treating you like fragile china since you’re preggers.” Which was exactly what Essie’s men had done the last time, to an infuriatingly adorable level that had driven Essie nuts.
“Exactly.”
“No worries. We’ll be here when you get back. Are we going to spread the word about this yet?”
“Not yet. I want to go to the doctor and let a couple of months go by first. After…” She sighed. “After Mal.”
“Yeah, I get it. No worries.”
“I already called my doctor and made an appointment for next week while all three of them sat there staring at me.”
“Good for them.” Her phone beeped, and she saw it was Loren calling. “Hey, I need to run. Loren’s calling me.”
“Okay. Thanks again. We love you guys.”
“Love you, too.” Cali switched to Loren’s call. “Hey, lady. Wassup?”
“Do you have a minute to talk?” Her voice sounded grim, serious.
“What’s wrong?” Cali stepped out of the kitchen and into the dining room area, where she could still see Eddie sitting on the floor and playing but he hopefully couldn’t hear her. When he was over, she reflexively checked the locks on the sliders, keeping the upper bolt pins in place as a precaution, to make sure he couldn’t get out onto their lanai and into the pool. She’d already checked them three times that morning, and she did so now, the fourth time.
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