by Andria Large
“Sure.” He took the picture from her and looked down at it. “Sooo, this is our baby.”
“Yep,” she chirped, looking extremely happy.
He wished he could be as happy as she was, but he just wasn’t, not yet.
“Thanks for coming today, Jayme.”
He gave her a tight smile and a nod.
“I’ll let you know when the next appointment is.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “Sounds good. I’m gonna go home and get a shower.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you soon.”
He nodded and gave her a small hug before getting in his truck and heading home. When he got there, he walked in the front door and noticed an empty car seat and a diaper bag off to the right.
“Tripp?” he called as he started for the kitchen.
“Yeah, in here,” Tripp called back.
When he walked into the kitchen, Tripp was standing at the stove, stirring a pot with Noah propped on one hip. Tripp turned and smiled at him, his dimples deepening. His heart fluttered. Damn, he really did look sexy with a kid in his arms.
“Hey,” Tripp said.
“Hey. What’s with the kid?”
“We’re babysitting so mommy and daddy can have a night out. Isn’t that right, Noah?” Tripp said in one of those voices that people used when talking to babies. He hated it. He thought it was stupid. Tripp somehow made it sound cute though.
“Greattt,” he drawled.
“Get used to it, Daddy.”
“Don’t call me that, it sounds weird.”
Tripp laughed.
“Here,” he said and held up the picture of his baby from the ultrasound.
Tripp set the wooden spoon in his hand on the counter next to the pot he was stirring. Looked like spaghetti sauce. He wiped his hand on his shorts, then took the picture from Jayme.
“Oh my god. It’s a little bean,” Tripp gushed.
He laughed. “Yeah.”
“It’s cute. Looks just like you.”
“Shut up.”
Tripp chuckled. Noah reached for the picture, but Tripp held it away from him. “Uh uh, no way are you getting your grubby hands on this. Put it on the fridge, Jayme.”
He took it back from Tripp and did as he said, placing the photo under a plain black round magnet on the front of the fridge. He stepped back and looked at it. He swallowed hard. This was really happening. He was really going to be a dad in just over six months. Tripp patted his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
“It’s gonna be great,” Tripp said softly.
“I’m not sure,” he rasped.
“You can get some practice in with Noah tonight.”
He lifted his lip in a sneer. “No thanks.”
Tripp chuckled.
“I’m going to get a shower.”
“Okay. Dinner is almost done.”
“Okay.”
He went and got a shower. When he opened the bathroom door, he could hear Noah fussing. He went into his room and shut the door. He dressed in gym shorts and a T-shirt, then opened his door and was met with Noah’s screaming. What the hell was Tripp doing to the kid? He wandered downstairs and into the kitchen where Noah was in his car seat, having a fucking fit, while Tripp messed with the food on the stove.
“How do you make it stop?” he asked loudly to be heard over the screaming.
“He’s hungry. I have to make his bottle. You can pick him up, that might help,” Tripp said, glancing over his shoulder at Jayme.
“Pick him up?”
“Yeah.”
“Doesn’t he have a pacifier or something?”
“He doesn’t want it.”
Jayme couldn’t take anymore of the screaming. He took a deep breath and bent down, he tucked his hands under Noah’s arms and lifted him out of the seat. He held him out at an arm’s length, not knowing how to change him around without dropping him. Noah quieted though, so that was a plus. Noah stared at him, one fist in his mouth as he kicked his legs.
“Ha! I did it!” he exclaimed.
Noah’s face turned red and he grunted a couple times. Jayme frowned. What the hell was he doing? Then the smell hit him, and he gagged. “Jesus fucking Christ! Tripp! He just shit himself.”
~~~
Tripp
Tripp turned while shaking the bottle and barked out a laugh at the scene in front of him. Jayme was holding Noah out in front of him like he was holding the most disgusting thing in the world. The look on his face didn’t help either. He was grossed out. And yeah, going by the smell emanating from Noah, the kid took a major dump.
He set the bottle down on the counter, then went and took Noah from Jayme. “I’ll change him, why don’t you get started with dinner.”
“You want me to eat now? After smelling that?”
“Dude! You can handle a dead deer. Which smells much worse than a diaper full of shit, by the way.”
“Uh huh, no, this is worse.”
He shook his head. “No way, man. You’re crazy.”
He left Jayme in the kitchen and grabbed a new diaper and wipes from Noah’s diaper bag. He changed the shitty diaper, then went back into the kitchen to find Jayme putting pasta in a bowl.
He thrust Noah against Jayme’s chest. “Here, I gotta take care of the diaper. I can’t put it in the kitchen trash can.”
Jayme dropped the spaghetti spoon into the pot and wrapped his arms around the baby, his head snapping up to stare at Tripp. Jayme’s mouth moved, but nothing came out as Tripp headed for the back door.
“You’re doing great!” he called and slipped out the backdoor, so he could put the dirty diaper in the outside trash can.
When he returned, Jayme was still in the same spot, but he was turning his head in all different directions as Noah tried to stick his fingers in Jayme’s mouth. Noah was hysterical laughing while Jayme said, “No.” over and over.
The comical scene had him wanting things he shouldn’t. Like a relationship with Jayme. He knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t stop the feelings welling up inside of him. He and Jayme would be great together. If only he could convince Jayme of that.
“Tripp, save me.” Jayme grunted, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling.
Noah squealed and smacked Jayme’s chin. He took pity on the guy and took Noah from him. Jayme grabbed a paper towel and wiped his face.
“There's drool all over me!”
He rolled his lips in and nodded. “Yeah, that happens.”
“Disgusting.”
“Get used to it.”
Jayme groaned and dropped his head into his hands. “I’m not cut out to be a dad.”
“You’ll be fine.”
Tripp grabbed Noah’s bottle, and went to sit at the table. He got the kid situated in his lap, then handed him the bottle. Noah liked to hold it himself. Jayme finished getting his food, then sat down across from them.
“Do you want me to get you a bowl?” Jayme asked.
He gave him a soft smile. “No. I’ll eat when he’s done.”
“Okay.”
“How’s Mallory doing?”
“Fine, I guess?”
“Has she been having morning sickness?”
Jayme frowned. “I don’t know.”
“You haven’t asked how she’s feeling?”
“Didn’t know I was supposed to.”
He rolled his eyes. “Have you never been around a pregnant woman before?”
“No!” Jayme harrumphed, throwing his arms up.
Noah giggled. He was watching Jayme while drinking his bottle. He apparently found Jayme hilarious.
“Well, you should at least ask her how she’s feeling next time you talk to her. Her body is going through a lot of changes right now.”
“All right.” Jayme frustratingly poked at his spaghetti. “God-fucking-dammit.” Jayme huffed and pulled out his phone. Tripp bit back a smile, as Jayme shoved his bowl away and hit a couple things on his phone before putting it to his ear.
“Hey Mal...
listen, I didn’t ask you how you were feeling earlier, how are you doing?...mmm hmm...really? Is that normal?...Well, that’s good...okay...you’re welcome...bye.”
Jayme hung up the phone, then set it on the table while sending Tripp a glare.
“There, you happy?”
He nodded. “What did she say?”
“She’s just been extremely tired, and only a little queasy. She said it’s all normal.”
He nodded. “That’s good.”
“Can I eat now?” Jayme grunted.
“Please do, because you’re getting hangry.”
Jayme’s lip lifted in a sneer which made Tripp smile.
Noah finished his bottle, and as soon as Tripp sat him up; the kid let out a huge burp. Jayme paused mid-bite to stare at the six-month old.
“Excuse you,” Jayme said to Noah. Noah smiled and babbled as if he were talking back to Jayme. Jayme cocked an eyebrow at him and shook his head. “You’re making no sense, man.”
He chuckled. Jayme was funny when it came to talking to Noah. He just talked to him like he was an adult. Jayme finished off his dinner, then took his bowl to the sink.
“Hey Jayme, would you mind holding Noah while I eat?”
Jayme’s head whipped around to look at him, his eyes wide and terrified. “Can’t he sit in his seat?”
“He’ll probably just cry. Plus, he likes you.”
“He likes to torment me, you mean.”
Tripp got up from the table with Noah and walked over to Jayme. He slipped his free hand under Jayme’s shirt, and smoothed his hand up his stomach to his chest. Jayme hummed, his green eyes darkening with lust as he stared at Tripp.
“If you hold Noah, I’ll do some terribly naughty things to you later,” he purred.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Damn you. Give me the kid.” Jayme huffed and held out his hands.
Tripp handed over the baby, then went to get some food. He was starving. Jayme took Noah to the kitchen table and sat down with him. Jayme sat Noah on the edge of the table in front of him. Tripp walked over and sat across from them with his spaghetti. When he looked at Jayme, he saw that he was frowning.
“What’s the matter?” Tripp asked.
“He’s rubbing his eyes.”
“He’s probably tired.”
“What should I do?”
“Hold him against your chest. He’ll probably go to sleep on you.”
Jayme lifted Noah off the table and brought him in close to his chest, putting one hand on his back, and the other under his little butt. Noah immediately snuggled close, his eyes drooping closed. Within minutes, the baby was asleep on Jayme’s chest. Holy shit did the sight do stupid things to Tripp’s heart.
Tripp had just finished eating when there was a knock on the front door. He went and let his sister and brother-in-law, Brett, in.
“Hey, guys. Did you have a nice night?” he asked.
“It was nice. Thank you so much for watching Noah,” Elianna said.
“He’s really good. Don’t even worry about it.”
“Where is he?”
“Jayme’s got him in the kitchen.”
Elianna lifted an eyebrow. “Really?”
He smiled. “Yeah, really. Go look.”
Elianna and Brett walked into the kitchen and all he heard was their collective, “Awww.” He chuckled. Brett went and took Noah from Jayme, tucked the sleeping baby in the crook of his arm, then introduced himself.
“Hey, I’m Brett.”
Jayme shook his hand. “Jayme.”
“Nice to meet you, man. Thanks for taking care of my little dude.”
“He made me do it,” Jayme said and pointed at Tripp.
“He needs the practice. He’s gonna be a daddy.”
“Aw, really? Congratulations,” Elianna gushed.
Jayme gave her a tight smile. “Thanks.”
“Don’t worry, Jayme. I wasn’t good with kids before I had Noah. You’ll get used to it,” Brett said.
“That’s what I’ve been told,” Jayme muttered.
He and Jayme followed Elianna, Brett, and Noah to the door. Brett strapped Noah in his car seat. Luckily, Noah stayed asleep. He hugged and kissed his sister, then shook Brett’s hand. Jayme said goodbye to them too, then they were gone.
Jayme turned to him, a slow sexy smile curling his lips. He rolled his eyes and nodded toward the stairs. Jayme grabbed his hand, and tugged him upstairs and into his bedroom. Cleanup was easier in there since there was a bathroom attached. Jayme was on him a second later.
~~~
Jayme
Jayme ripped Tripp’s shirt over his head then crushed their mouths together. Tripp moaned, spurring him on. Jayme worked on the button and zipper of Tripp’s jeans, while he devoured his delectable mouth. He pushed Tripp’s jeans and underwear down his hips, freeing his already hard cock. He wrapped his hand around Tripp, and pumped lazily. Tripp gasped and dropped his head back. Jayme licked and nipped at his exposed neck.
“I want you to fuck me, Jayme,” Tripp rasped.
Jayme’s head shot up and he stared at Tripp. “You what now?”
Tripp smiled. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” He frowned. He knew Tripp didn’t bottom often. He had been mentally preparing himself to be the one to bottom first.
Tripp nodded. “I’m sure.”
Jayme attacked him, clutching Tripp’s face as he kissed the fucking hell out of him. Tripp pushed his shirt up and over his head, which made them have to separate.
“Get these clothes off,” Tripp mumbled as he pushed at the waistband on Jayme’s shorts.
He got rid of his clothes with the help of Tripp, then they were both crawling onto the bed. He laid out over Tripp, kissing his neck and working his way down his body. He teased Tripp’s cock until Tripp was pushing him away, so he didn’t come.
Tripp rolled them over so that he was on top. “I wanna ride you.”
Jayme’s eyes practically rolled back in his head. “Okay.” He breathed.
Tripp grabbed the lube and a condom from the nightstand drawer, then straddled Jayme’s waist. Their cocks rubbed together, and Tripp fisted both of them, giving them a few tugs. Jayme’s breathing hitched as he waited for Tripp to do more. He had been wanting this since the moment they started messing around. He’d been dying to know what it felt like to be buried deep in Tripp’s ass.
Tripp took the condom and rolled it on Jayme, then using the lube, he generously lathered him up. Tripp put a little more lube on his ass, then took Jayme’s cock and positioned it at his hole. Tripp took a deep breath, then started lowering himself onto Jayme’s cock.
It was slow going at first. Tripp rocked, pushing a little deeper each time. Jayme couldn’t believe how incredibly tight it was. By the time Tripp fully sheathed himself, Jayme felt like he was going to lose it. He grabbed Tripp’s hips and prevented him from moving.
“This is gonna be over before it even gets started if you move.” He groaned.
Tripp smiled softly. “Take your time.”
“It’s so hot and tight.”
Tripp hummed and leaned down to kiss him on the lips. “Your big cock feels amazing stretching out my ass.”
“That’s not fucking helping my control here, Tripp,” he snapped.
Tripp chuckled and rolled his hips. Jayme moaned, his fingers tightening on Tripp’s hips. Tripp continued to move, this time lifted up and dropping back down on Jayme’s cock. He gasped and cursed.
“Fuck me, Jayme,” Tripp purred, gliding his hand up Jayme’s stomach and chest, where it came to rest at the base of his throat.
Jayme didn’t have to be told twice. He planted his feet on the bed and thrust up into Tripp over and over. Tripp hissed and closed his eyes. When he opened them, his honey colored gaze locked on Jayme’s. Jayme’s heart skipped a beat, and emotions that he didn’t want to feel welled up inside of him.
Tripp’s lips parted as he m
oaned. Jayme pulled him down and crushed their lips together. He then wrapped his arms around Tripp and rolled them over putting him on top. He pushed to his knees, then grabbed the backs of Tripp’s thighs and shoved them apart. Tripp moaned again, this time loudly, and palmed his dick. Tripp jerked off, while Jayme fucked his ass. He looked down at where he was disappearing into Tripp over and over. Fuck, it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Oh God, Jayme. I’m gonna come,” Tripp gasped.
“Yesss,” he hissed. “I wanna feel it.”
Tripp came, making his ass pulse around Jayme’s cock. It was too much for him to handle, and he ended up coming along with Tripp. He sat back on his heels and panted. He lightly ran his hands up and down Tripp’s thighs. Tripp shivered. He slowly pulled out, then went to take care of the condom.
Tripp cleaned up with some tissues. Other than that, he hadn’t moved a muscle. Jayme went and laid down next to him, after throwing the condom in the trash can. He laid on his side facing Tripp. He ran his hand lightly back and forth over Tripp’s chest.
“That was really good,” he murmured.
“Mmm hmm,” Tripp hummed, his eyes closing as if they were too heavy to keep open.
“You’re good? I didn’t hurt you, right?”
“I’ll be a little sore, but that’s because it’s been a while since I bottomed.”
“It was good for you though?” he asked.
Tripp turned his head and looked at him. “It was incredible.”
He sighed in relief. “Good.”
He knew Tripp had trust issues about bottoming, so for him to let Jayme do it meant a lot to him.
"So, what...uh...what happened that made you not like to bottom?" he asked.
"It's not that I don't like it. Obviously, I do. I just need to trust you before I give up that kind of control. I was with a guy for a while who didn't care if he hurt me during sex, and I swore I'd never let anyone treat me like that again."
Jayme nodded. "Well, thank you for trusting me. I would never hurt you."
"I know." Tripp smiled. “Let’s get some sleep, we’ve got work in the morning,” Tripp murmured.
“Okay,” he said and moved to get up.
Tripp grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”
