Daddy, Daddy, and Me

by Sean Michael

“Mmmhmm.” He cleaned Don’s cock off, tongue sliding on the shaft.

  Don smiled down at him, touched his cheek, his eyelids, so gentle. He flicked the tip of Don’s cock with his tongue. Don gasped, his whole body jerking.

  Jeff chuckled, winked. “Good?”

  “Yes. God yes, Jeff.” Don chuckled, the sound more than a little breathless. “Shower? I kind of need to lean against a wall.”

  “You know it.” He let Don help him up, drag him into those warm arms.

  Don kissed him thoroughly, tongue sliding through his mouth. Some people didn’t like kissing after you’d sucked them off; he was glad Don wasn’t like that. He was pleasantly hard, needing but not desperate, and ready to play, ready for them to explore each other.

  Don ended the kiss and smiled at him, eyes warm, happy. “Come on. Shower.”

  “God yes. I stink.”

  They stumbled in, got the water warmed up, the spray started.

  “I’ll wash you.” Don grabbed the soap and worked up a lather.

  Jeff stood under the water, got his short hair wet, and Don began to touch him, soapy hands sliding on his skin, rubbing, exploring him.

  “Mmm….” His head fell forward, the touches so right. Comfortable.

  “I love these.” Don rubbed soapy fingers across his nipples. “They’re tiny and perfect.”

  Jeff’s eyes crossed a little bit, the ache in his balls perfect. Don brought their lips together and licked the corner of his mouth.

  “Mmm.” God, this man made him smile.

  Don nodded, rubbed their noses together, and then gave him a real kiss, hands focused on his chest, mostly on his nipples. The heat started building between them again, steady and bright. Moaning, Don pushed gently, pressing him against the tile and leaning against him. He opened up, tongue sliding against Don’s as their cocks moved together.

  “You taste so good.” The words were mumbled, but Jeff could hear them.

  “More, hmm?” The little touches and tugs to his nipples made him shake.

  “Yeah. More is good.” One of Don’s hands slipped down, wrapped around his hip.

  The steam and the water made everything a bit otherworldly. Don kept touching, exploring him like he was the most interesting thing ever. He found himself shivering, pushing into the touches, gasping for more.

  “I want you, Jeff. I want to feel you inside me.”

  “God yes. I want you to ride.” He wanted to watch. “Do I smell better now?”

  “You smell like you.” Don licked his neck.

  “That’s better than eggplant and grease.” Don found a hot spot, and Jeff jerked, head smacking against the tile.

  “Oh, ow! Sorry.” Don’s hand slid behind his head, massaging where he’d hit the wall.

  “It’s okay. That’s a… wow.”

  “Huh?” Don tilted his head, looked confused.

  “Hot spot. You know, like this?” He brushed the inside of Don’s elbow.

  Don gasped, eyes going wide. “How did you know?”

  “I pay attention.” He touched again, fingers featherlight.

  Don’s knees buckled, his lover half-collapsing against him. “That’s so good.”

  “Mmmhmm.” He turned the water off. “Bed.”

  “You do that to me and then expect me to walk?” Don laughed and did manage to step out of the tub on his own and grab a couple of towels.

  Jeff chuckled, got a double handful of Don’s butt, and squeezed.

  Don groaned for him. “We gotta get back into the bedroom like now.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Please, God. Don’t let the kids wake up.

  Don dried off fast as anything, leaving lots of drops of water on his skin, then grabbed Jeff’s hand and dragged him across the hall to the master bedroom. Blessed quiet came from the kids’ rooms, and Jeff climbed onto the bed, ass in the air.

  Don grabbed hold of his ass, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed. “So sexy.”

  “Mmm. Glad you think so.” He wiggled it a little bit.

  “Who wouldn’t?” The squeeze turned into caresses, one of Don’s hands cupping his balls, then moving to stroke his cock.

  His head fell forward, his body rocking. “Oh, babe….”

  Don’s lips were soft as they planted a kiss on his right asscheek.

  “Oh.” Fuck, he hadn’t felt so sensual, so hot, ever.

  “Can’t wait to feel this inside me,” Don whispered.

  “Want you.” Jeff rocked, slid back and forth, hummed.

  “Yes. Yes, please.” Don’s hands slid away as he moved onto the bed next to Jeff.

  Jeff leaned down, took a long, hard kiss. Don’s hand glided behind his neck and held him there as one kiss became two. He let his hand travel down Don’s belly, bypassing the filling cock to cup the heavy balls. Don pushed into his touch, moaning into their kiss.

  “Get the slick?”

  “Yeah.” Don nodded too, then stretched, body spread out for him as Don reached for the new tube on the bedside table.

  Jeff leaned over, let his tongue drag over Don’s abs. Yum. Don moaned for him, arching. He rubbed his chin along the tip of Don’s cock, nuzzling it.

  “Oh damn. Jeff.” A shiver moved through Don.

  “Mmmhmm. Slick, please.”

  Don handed it over, pushing the tube into his hand.

  “Thank you.” He kissed his way back up Don’s belly as he squirted lube on his fingers.

  Don twisted and arched beneath him, eager for each touch. Jeff trailed his fingers behind the heavy balls, searching for that tiny hole. Don spread for him like butter, legs sliding apart to give him access, the trust right there. His lips found one nipple as his fingers plunged in deep.

  “Jeff!” Don called out and then shoved his hand against his mouth. Jeff chuckled, pleased that he’d done that, made Don need. Don smiled up at him, then reached, touched his cheek. “Don’t stop.”

  “Not until we’re both satisfied.”

  “Mmm. Sounds good.”

  “Feels good.” He pushed deeper, stroking Don’s gland.

  Don’s fist went back to his mouth, whimpers pushing out from around it.

  He stroked, steady and slow, driving Don out of his mind. The sounds Don made got louder, even with his hand shoved in his mouth, and he shifted and squirmed, riding Jeff’s finger. It was so easy to slip another finger in, stretch Don nice and easy, playing that sweet gland all the while. Don grabbed hold of his arms, fingers digging in, all efforts to be quiet abandoned.

  “So hot, babe. Need it. Need to feel you all around me.”

  “Yes. Yes, please.” Don arched again, body begging for it.

  Jeff backed away and gloved up, slicked up his cock, moaning at the pleasure of his own touch. Don whimpered for him again, and clutched his knees, drew them back to expose the shiny little hole. Jeff had wanted Don to ride, but he was too hard, too close. He needed inside, and that offer was too good, too fucking incredible to deny, so he muscled in, rubbed his cock against the tiny hole.

  Crying out, Don bucked and arched, trying to get him in.

  “Easy. Easy, babe. I’m so fucking close.”

  Don closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, clearly making an effort to still his body. Jeff leaned down, took a kiss, and pushed in, nice and steady, eyes rolling at the heat and pressure.

  “Jeff. Oh fuck.” Don moaned, body rippling around his cock.

  “Uh-huh. Feels so good.” His eyes crossed as he pulled back, Don’s body tugging his cock.

  “Good? Feels amazing from this side.”

  “Mmmhmm. Like Heaven.” He found a rhythm, nice and steady, in and out.

  Don moved with him, body undulating beneath him, ass so tight around him.

  “Touch yourself, huh? Want you to feel good too.”

  “Not sure I need to.” Don gave him a smile that came from deep in his eyes. But he let go of Jeff’s arm with one hand and wrapped it around his own straining cock.

  Jeff ducked his chin, w
atching, matching his thrusts to the motion of that hand.

  “Fuck. Jeff!” Don swallowed and sped his hand, breath panting out of him.

  “Uh-huh. Look at you.” Don’s cock was hard, red, weeping. For him.

  “No.” Don gasped. “You. Look at you.”

  Jeff groaned, but he couldn’t tease, couldn’t focus. All he could do was fuck. Don’s legs slid around his waist, pulling him in every time he thrust.

  “Yeah. Yeah, Don.” He pushed in deep, rolling his hips, searching for that sweet spot.

  “Jeff!” Don cried out, whole body going taut and hard.

  Oh, right there. He stayed there, moving, hitting the spot over and over.

  “Please! Oh fuck, Jeff!” Don’s hand moved faster still, and then everything went impossibly tight around Jeff’s prick as come shot up over Don’s hand.

  “Shh. Shh. Don’t you wake them up ’til….” So close. So fucking close.

  Don grasped Jeff’s shoulders, legs squeezing tight, ass even tighter. “Come on, man.”

  “Uh-huh. Soon. Soon. Please.” His hips kept moving, slamming faster.

  Don leaned up and captured Jeff’s right nipple with his mouth. That was all Jeff needed. He grunted, cock jerking as he came, hard. Don’s arms enveloped him and pulled him down to rest on hot, sweaty skin. Jeff moaned softly, dropping random kisses on his lover’s jaw, throat.

  “That was so good, Jeff.” On one pass, Don moved his face and brought their mouths together.

  Jeff hummed into the kiss, groaning as his cock slipped from Don. He dealt with the rubber before grabbing a hand towel to clean them both. Don curled up with him, boneless and smiling.

  “Stay here tonight?” Jeff wanted to hold, be held.

  “Yes, please.” Don kissed him.

  He pulled the blankets around them, settled them together.

  Perfection.

  Chapter Fourteen

  DONNY WAS happy Kimberley woke him in the middle of the night for a feed because he was butt naked and in Jeff’s bed, and that’s not how he wanted Robin to find them—again—in the morning. He threw on his boxers and his robe and fed Kimberley, rocking in the big chair in her room, and then burped her.

  He dozed off before he managed to get her back into her crib.

  “Donny? Donny? I threw up.” Robin tugged his arm, crying.

  He blinked. He had a crick in his neck from sleeping in the chair.

  “Okay, sweetie. Let me just put Kimmie down.” He got her into her crib and then knelt to talk to Robin. “Did you throw up in your bed?”

  “Uh-uh. On the potty.” The little boy started to sob. “I’m sorry. I don’t feel good.”

  “Oh, sweetie, I just wanted to make sure we didn’t need to clean your bed.” He drew Robin in close. “Do you want to come to bed with me?”

  “Want to be with you and Daddy….” Robin was burning up, little body drenched with sweat.

  “Robbie? Baby? Are you okay?” Jeff came stumbling out, a pair of soft shorts on backward.

  “No, he’s sick. Fever, throwing up. Let’s see if we can get a bit of baby Tylenol into him and get him to sleep it off.” He met Jeff’s gaze. “He wants to sleep with you and me.” If Robin wasn’t sick, he’d be really happy about how that fit so nicely with how he most enjoyed sleeping lately.

  “Okay. Yeah. Come here, baby.” Jeff opened his arms and Robin went to him and promptly threw up all over Jeff.

  “Oh God.” Don got up and grabbed Robin. “Go on and get a quick shower, man. I’ve got this.”

  “I want Daddy!” Robin screamed, and then Kimberley started crying.

  “Robin, sweetie. He needs to clean up, and then he’ll be with you, okay?”

  “Daddy!”

  Jeff nodded to him. “You calm her down; I’ll clean us up together in the shower. Could you bring the medicine and some orange juice when you’re—”

  Robin lost it again.

  Donny just nodded and handed Robin over. Poor little guy. He grabbed Kimberley and went back to the chair to rock her. Robin stopped screaming. At least he hadn’t been screaming for his mommy. That was something.

  He heard the water starting in the master bath, heard Jeff singing softly and Robin’s sobs fading.

  He kept rocking, Kimberley’s eyelids growing heavier and heavier. “You hear your daddy and brother, dear girl? It’s a great sound.”

  She sighed softly, little fist curled on his chest.

  He kissed the top of her head. “Love you, sweetie.” How could he not love these two little ones?

  She fell asleep, and Donny put her down, then went to put some Tylenol and some ginger ale together. The juice would just make it worse, too acidic for an upset tummy.

  He found Jeff and Robin in Jeff’s bed, Robin’s cheeks bright red, his eyes half-closed and glazed.

  “Hey, you feeling any better, Robin?”

  Robin shook his head, then nodded. Poor baby.

  “Here, have some ginger ale. It’ll make you feel better.” He sat on the edge of the bed and brought the sippy cup to Robin’s lips. “Slowly, though. Your poor tummy can’t handle a whole bunch all at once.”

  “He’s burning up, love,” Jeff whispered. “Did you bring the Tylenol?”

  He nodded and tapped the cup. “Taken care of. This is normal at his age. If he’s not better in the morning we’ll take him to the doctor.”

  “Okay. Yeah.” Jeff patted the bed. “You staying?”

  “If that’s okay.”

  “Want to sleep with you and Daddy.” Robin started crying again.

  “Shh. Shh. You can stay here.” Jeff rocked the boy. “I’ve got you, son.”

  Donny nodded and rubbed Robin’s back for a moment. “We’re both here, sweetie.”

  He climbed in on the other side, cuddling Robin between him and Jeff.

  Jeff leaned over, kissed him on the forehead. “Get some rest, hmm?”

  He mouthed, “You too,” and slid his hand over to rest across Robin and on Jeff’s chest. They were both going to need to get what shut-eye they could.

  He fell asleep exhausted, but with a smile on his face.

  JEFF CALLED in to the restaurant at 8:00 a.m., about the time Kimberley started vomiting. When Donny started at noon, Jeff called a doctor.

  Lots of fluids, lots of rest, and if the kids were still sick tomorrow morning, he was supposed to bring them in.

  “Okay. Okay, sure. Yeah.” He got online and made a Green Bag order, thankful for delivery, then went to make sure everyone was still sleeping.

  Donny was asleep in his bed, Kimberley on his chest, Robin sprawled out next to him. God, it smelled bad. He opened a window and took a load of laundry downstairs.

  When he came back through the kitchen, he found Donny sitting at the table, looking rough, a glass of water on the table in front of him.

  “What are you doing up?”

  “Thirsty.” Donny rubbed at his face. “You’re okay?”

  “Just fine. Drink your water, babe. You want to try toast?”

  “Um… yeah, okay. Maybe.” Don managed a couple of sips of his water. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” He started some dry toast. He’d make rice later.

  “Getting sick.”

  “Because you did that on purpose.” He winked.

  Don managed a soft chuckle. “No, but you’re stuck with three sickies.”

  “Just wait ’til I get it. You’ll have to listen to me moan.” Hopefully he wouldn’t get it.

  “God, I hope you don’t get it. It sucks hard.”

  “I hope not too.” He gave Don the toast just in time for Kimmie to start crying. “I’ll be back.”

  “Hopefully she’s just hungry.”

  “Hopefully.” He had some of that stuff the doctor suggested coming—some juice with electrolytes in it.

  Kimberley was fussing but not screaming, tears streaming down her little face.

  “Hey, baby.” Jeff scooped her up, changed her diaper, got a bo
ttle of pear juice, and settled in the rocking chair. She cuddled in, chewing on the nipple, tiny fists clenched.

  Robin showed up about ten minutes later, color high on his tear-stained cheeks.

  “Hey, son.” He opened his free arm. “Come here.” Poor baby.

  Robin crawled up into his lap too. “My tummy hurts.”

  “Yeah? You feel like you’re going to throw up again?” He kissed the top of Robin’s head.

  Robin pursed his lips for a moment and then shook his head. “No.”

  “Okay. Tell me if you think you will. It’s nice to sit together, hmm?”

  Robin hugged him. “Yes. I love you, Daddy.”

  “I love you, son. I talked to the doctor, and he says you can try to eat toast or rice. Maybe a banana.”

  “I like nananas.” It was a testament to how sick Robin was feeling if he was back to pronouncing the word wrong.

  “I like nananas too.” He chuckled. “I like nananas better than snails.”

  “Ew!”

  “Ew? Are you sure?”

  Kimberley was sound asleep, little mouth barely working the nipple.

  “Snails are slimy!”

  “They can be, yes.” He winked at his son. “Would you like to try some juice?”

  Robin considered his question again and then nodded. “My mouth tastes funny.”

  “I bet. Let’s put your sister down, hmm?”

  “Is she okay?” Robin slipped off his lap, but stayed close, clinging to his leg.

  “Her tummy hurts like yours, but she’s going to be fine.”

  “Okay.” Robin stayed with him, one arm wrapped around his leg, as he put Kimberley back in her crib.

  As soon as she was settled, he picked his son up. “Better?”

  The little arms went around his neck as Robin rested his head on Jeff’s shoulder. “Uh-huh.”

  God, he hated that his babies were sick.

  He headed downstairs to get a cup of apple juice. Don was still at the table, head on it, snoring lightly.

  “Donny’s sleeping!”

  “Mmmhmm. Shh. Let’s drink some juice, and then we’ll get him to the sofa.”

  “He’s too big to carry!” This time the words were whispered.

  “You think so?” He grinned and sat Robin on the counter so he could pour.