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Nathaniel
When he came in to check on Tristan, this was not how he imagined the conversation going. He wasn’t sure how they got here, but he wasn’t complaining one bit either. All he knew was that Tristan was saying these beautiful things to him, and he wasn’t sure what to do or say back, and now, well, here they were.
He could feel that Tristan was worked up enough it wouldn't take much for him to blow. But he wasn't quite ready to let the man come. There were more places on his body he was desperate to explore before he let him get off. He slipped Tristan's cock from his mouth, hearing him groan in frustration at the interruption of his pleasure.
He ignored the man, moving down and began licking and sucking at his balls. He licked up his balls and used his teeth to gently nibble. The taste was intoxicating. He could taste the saltiness of his sweat. Nathaniel wanted to drown in the man, in his taste, his scent. Fuck! It could become his drug. He needed more.
He licked down below his balls until he reached that patch of skin between it and his ass crack. Tristan groaned as he licked. Using his hands, he pushed at the back of his legs until Tristan lifted them, exposing his luscious ass to him. His tongue joined the exploration, and he teased the man blowing on his hole before he finally began to lap at the smooth, soft, wrinkled skin.
Tristan’s hole began to contract as he sucked at it. Nathaniel pushed hard against it with his tongue until it gave and he was able to get inside. He began to lick and suck at his hole. He worked at the hole, teasing and circling around until his tongue was all the way in. Then he started eating out his ass like a starving man finally allowed his first meal.
He knew from the groans coming out of Tristan that he was loving every fucking second, although the way he was humping Nathaniel's face was already a dead giveaway. Before he knew it, Tristan’s hands shot out and started frantically stroking his cock like his life depended on it. With just four strokes, the man blew his load.
“Fuck! I’m coming! Fuck! Nathaniel! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried. Nathaniel was glad he had shut the door when he walked in. He quickly pulled his tongue out of Tristan’s hole and sat up. He missed some of Tristan load before he could get it in his mouth. It painted the man's chest and abs. But before any more could go to waste, he greedily swallowed as much of his cock as he could. Until finally he slid down to the root of Tristan’s cock until his nose was buried in his neatly trimmed pubic hair.
He loved the feel of Tristan's cock pulsing on his tongue and the jets of cum going straight down his throat. He swallowed and kept swallowing. He wanted to taste Tristan. Wanted to drown in him, and if this was as close as he could get, then he wouldn't waste a drop.
He held the cock in his mouth and let him finish until he was soft again before letting it slip.
He moved up until he was straddling him, his face over Tristan’s. He looked up at him, and he smashed his mouth against his, letting Tristan taste himself on Nathaniel's tongue. They devoured each other. He felt Tristan pushing, and he let him roll them over so he was on his back with him on top.
Tristan look completely debauched and sated, and Nathaniel couldn’t help but feel smug satisfaction.
“You didn’t get to come,” Tristan said tenderly, looking down at Nathaniel.
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Tristan
He loved the look of smug satisfaction on Nathaniel’s face. He must have had a dazed expression on his because instead of replying, the other man cheekily asked, “You okay there?”
“That was incredible…Just what I needed, and it will definitely be happening again, and don’t worry. I’m not a selfish bastard. First chance I get I will be returning the favor.”
Nathaniel laughed and replied, “I’ll be holding you to that.”
Tristan smiled at how light Nathaniel looked and by his flirty reply, but before he could reply, they heard the doorbell. Nathaniel shoved at Tristan to be let up, scrambling for their clothes like the people at the door would walk in any second.
He got up and calmly put his clothes back on.
Tristan was pretty sure he had an idea of who it was. He was the only one that really had a guest drop by unannounced. Although thinking back on it, he remembered a text from Teo saying he would stop by at some point today.
The guys had become frequent visitors to Nathaniel’s house. Not that he was surprised. They were in and out of his just as much. They simply saw it as a change in location.
Although he couldn’t help but notice that since he’d been discharged from the hospital, he had barely seen Cristian. A huge surprise in itself, especially because he was always the first to plan outings with Sammy. He would have to remember to mention it to Teo.
Nathaniel got himself decent and was about to walk out and get the door. Before he could leave, Tristan grabbed his bicep and pulled the man into him. He looked into those amazing eyes. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.” And went in for a quick kiss that flared hot in no time flat.
Nathaniel’s eyes flashed open, filled with a dazed, smoldering expression that did little to cool his just sated desire. Satisfaction coursed through him. Good. The kiss had rattled him as much as it had Tristan. He wanted to scramble some brain cells too. He couldn’t be the only one all discombobulated.
He liked the glazed look of desire on Nathaniel’s face, and he definitely loved feeling how he affected Nathaniel as the man’s boner went from zero to a hundred in no time at all.
When Tristan opened the door, he wasn’t surprised to see Teo. He was even less surprised to see that Nathaniel wasn’t standing there with him but had fled the scene. Nathaniel was still not as comfortable as could be around the guys. But that was okay. He would get there. He needed to secure his spot in his man’s life before worrying about anything else.
Teo being the bloodhound when it came to gossip didn’t even take a breath before saying, “OMG! OMG! OMG! You’ve been holding out on me. What’s all the crap you tell me when I ask what’s up? How long has this been going on?” he asked in a low tone. “I said it from the start that the man was a hottie and a half, but the two of you together … it's a good thing it's not fire season around here,” his best friend teased mercilessly.
“Did you get a load of those shoulders? And that man has a butt to die for.” A heavy sigh was followed by, “Even the man’s bare feet are sexy. How big are they? Is it true what they say about men and the size of their feet, in his case? Care to confirm, Tris?.”
Tristan just laughed, ignoring Teo’s rapid-fire questions.
He was surprised at himself for not answering. He usually talked about the guy he was with, but this time felt different. Teo must have read something in his silence, or maybe there was a look in his eyes. Either way, he took the hint, and they settled down and played some PS4 till the kids woke up and Teo could get some Uncle Teo time.
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Nathaniel
He was at dinner with Tristan, and Nathaniel couldn’t help but look back on the past three weeks. Tristan brought on a feeling of contentment. Things were as close to perfect as Nathaniel had ever had. Tristan was incredible. The past couple of months since they met, he had shown Nathaniel who he was, and why shouldn’t he believe him?
He had to admit he was falling for Tristan. Their sexual chemistry was off the charts. Like stupid crazy, hot monkey sex. They had basically spent every night since they'd first had sex in the same bed, and the man had fucked him six ways to Sunday.
It scared him because he wasn't sure he could imagine his life without Tristan in it. He never used to believe in all that soulmate crap, but being with Tristan made him want to. Even if it was just eating dinner with the kids or them reading together in bed. He calmed Nathaniel; he helped smooth out all the rough edges life had given him.
Nathaniel had never felt this feeling before; it was like coming home, coming in from the cold. He no longer felt like he was on the outside looking in. It was like, finally, he was where he was supposed to be. When he was supp
osed to be there. He knew it sounded stupid, and Tristan had definitely not mentioned love or even what would happen after his twelve-weeks checkup that crept ever closer.
They had finally told the girls about the switch, and it was anticlimactic at best. All the girls took from that conversation was that they were now sisters. Which was somehow where he and Tristan had landed during their explanation. He guessed the girls figured if they had the same daddies that had to mean they were sisters. In their four-year-old minds that was all that mattered. It had seemed like the easiest way to leave it with them. He knew as they got older, they would ask more questions. But for now, them knowing was enough. He didn't want a careless comment from an outsider hurting them.
During the surrogacy process, he’d learned honesty was key with children. He’d been honest about why Emma didn’t have a mom when she was old enough to know she didn't. Everything he read told him children were less likely to have problems later if they'd always known where they came from. Parents were advised to tell them as much as they could handle at that age.
The only awkward moment came when the girls asked if that meant they were getting married. Because daddies got married to each other. Nathaniel hadn’t been sure what the look in Tristan’s eyes said, but the comment had planted an idea he couldn’t shake.
For the rest of his life, he would never forget the day Samantha called him Daddy. She had tagged along with him to get snacks while Emma played on her tablet, and Tristan lay with Wyatt on his chest while watching everyone setting up for movie night.
He helped Samantha pull a chair to the counter and got Tristan’s four-ingredient cookies. Tristan was spoiling them with all the baked goodies. He suspected a lot of it came from the man’s restlessness being homebound. He had come up with a bunch of healthy treats that fit into Emma’s post-transplant diet.
Out of nowhere, the little girl said, “Daddy said that you also my daddy. He said the doctor made tests and said so.”
“Yeah?” He studied her face as she thought about it a little longer, scrunching up her nose like she was deep in thought, and wasn’t that just adorable.
He waited her out, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Does that mean I gotta call you Daddy now?”
“Do you want to call me Daddy?” Nathaniel asked while chanting, please say yes in his head.
She nodded her head.
“Well, then you can call me Daddy whenever you want,” Nathaniel said, choking up.
When he’d shared the news with Tristan that night, the man had been happy for him, but Nathaniel also knew that it came with an edge of sadness. They'd both been the sole parent, and they had always held the number one spot for their respective daughters. But that wasn't the case anymore.
The girls had two daddies now. And even if they both knew you didn’t take some of the love you had for one person to give another, for a moment it sort of felt that way.
As they had a rare grown-up night out, Nathaniel realized that he wanted this version of his life always. He didn’t want to go back to the life he had been living. Compared to now, he felt like he’d been barely passing time. But he wanted more than that.
He wanted the simple joy he found making dinner with Tristan some nights. He wanted movie nights and shared bath time and story time. He wanted those quiet hours when it was just him and Tristan sharing things about their past. Things he had never told anyone. He wanted the joy and enthusiasm that he exuded to always be a part of his life. He even wanted the “intrusive in the best way” extended family Tristan brought with him.
Nathaniel wanted to say all this to Tristan, but he couldn’t seem to get the words out of his mouth. Instead, the words that came out of his mouth were the complete opposite of what he was trying to say. Nathaniel wasn’t sure who was more surprised, him or Tristan when he blurted, “I think we should get married.”
Fuck! He’d been meaning to wait a little longer and bring it up to the man and feel him out. But the cat was out of the bag now.
Tristan looked up from the meal they’d been sharing in companionable silence. The man had a positively shell-shocked look on his face. He looked baffled by the suggestion.
“Huh, what? Where is this coming from?” Tristan stuttered.
“I think we could make it work,” he faltered. “You and me.” Tristan kept staring at him like he was speaking a foreign language. The stare had him twitching like he was a criminal under interrogation.
Since Tristan hadn’t said anything again, he went on, “Well, yeah, it’s a perfect idea. The perfect solution really. We get married, and we can both be full-time dads. We don’t ever have to do the alternate weekend thing… Everybody's happy.”
Nathaniel wasn’t sure why Tristan looked like he’d been sucker-punched then like he had tasted something vile?
And then suddenly nothing. His face went completely blank. He definitely didn’t look to Nathaniel like a man that had just been proposed to. In fact, the more Nathaniel spoke, the more he couldn’t get a read on Tristan. His face seemed to get stonier if that was at all possible. It was like sitting with a stranger.
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Tristan
Tristan had been plotting how quick they could finish their meal, get home, and get naked. He had been reliving the night before in vivid detail. He thought back to how he had cornered Nathaniel and backed him into the wall, just as they had exited the girls’ room. Trapping him with his body, he’d pressed against him, claiming his mouth in a way that could have left no doubt what was about to happen.
He’d drawn his lips down the man’s throat, nipping at his collarbone, tracing his tongue along the hollow, dipping just below his shirt. He’d moaned and tipped his head, exposing the skin farther.
“Tristan.” His name came out as a breathy sigh from Nathaniel, kicking his own pulse a notch higher. He nibbled on his lobe, relishing the shudder he gave.
They scrambled from the hallway outside the room to Nathaniel’s bedroom. Tristan had gotten himself naked in record time and was surprised to see Nathaniel beat him to it and had already climbed into their bed.
He’d gotten into bed, kissing his way up Nathaniel’s body till he got to his prize. He took the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before creating suction with his mouth. He lightly grazed his lower teeth against the bunch of nerves under the head of his cock.
They had been at this almost a month, and he was getting to know what made the man go wild. Nathaniel started thrusting into his throat, making Tristan breathe through his nose while letting his man fuck his throat, gagging him. He finally brought his head up and licked the tip, then ran his tongue along the vein that ran the length of the thick cock.
He’d taken Nathaniel completely down his throat again, his lips on his groin and his nose close enough to get that scent that was just Nathaniel. He kept bobbing his head up and down deep-throating Nathaniel, always swallowing when the man's cock hit the back of his throat. When he felt the man’s balls rise up like it was trying to crawl into his body, he doubled his effort until Nathaniel came with a harsh moan, thick ropes of cum shooting down his throat.
But that was them just getting started, With tiny flicks of his tongue, he’d caressed Nathaniel’s balls. Drawing a wet line down, he slid down lower still, blowing lightly on his puckered opening, teasing him. He was trying to drive Nathaniel insane. He’d manhandled the man, rolling him over onto his stomach, then on his hands and knees, and spread his thighs.
The man was basically a rag doll while trying to recover from his orgasm. He reached a hand between Nathaniel’s thighs and fisted his cock gently until he was hard again. He was happy to see that even after the first orgasm he’d gotten him aroused again.
He rested his hands on Nathaniel’s ass cheeks, pushing them apart, flicking his tongue out and teasing his pretty pink rosebud. Nathaniel whimpered and groaned, pushing back against Tristan’s face. He circled the ring of flesh that was already twitching in anticipation, pressing in, slidi
ng the very tip of his tongue inside Nathaniel before pulling out for a second, trying to draw out the pleasure as long as he could. The man made a sound that could only be described as a whimper, pushing his ass out to get more from him.
He finally relented and pushed in again, a little deeper, coaxing curses and moans from Nathaniel. He searched out the man’s happy spot with his tongue, fucking him as he would with his cock. He swirled his tongue, making sure to reach the sensitive spot again and again until Nathaniel was a writhing mess. He’d rolled him onto his back, drinking in the sight of a sex-drunk Nathaniel, eyes glazed, cock hard, and dripping with precum from the slit. He’d looked decadent, and Tristan couldn’t get enough of him. He couldn’t wait to get into that tight, warm, slick heat, and feel Nathaniel’s hole strangle his cock.
Tristan hadn’t been sure what words could have jarred him out of that wonderful memory, but Nathaniel had found it. Tristan’s heart had skipped a beat when he heard those words come out of Nathaniel’s mouth. Until he heard the other words that followed, and then his heart shriveled in his chest.
Nathaniel talking about them being able to make it work and how reasonable it was for everybody involved like it was a business negotiation felt like someone stabbing Tristan in the chest over and over. He wanted the man to stop talking.
He finally pulled himself together and asked, “You want to marry me?” He hoped Nathaniel would actually say something other than how them getting married made sense for the girls and crap he didn’t care about right now.
But the man didn’t seem to take the hint. Because his answer was just as bad as the thoughtless proposal. Nathaniel nodded and said, “You're a good dad, and we can be good parents together.”
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