“Me, too. I want to taste you,” Damon moaned into the phone.
“I want you, Damon! I want you so much.” Tyler breathed.
“I want to take you from behind!”
“Oh God, Damon!” Tyler moaned loudly.
“Oh fuck, Tyler!” Damon came in his hand as Tyler unraveled on the other end.
“Fuck, Damon, that was hot.”
“Yeah, it was! I’ll see you soon, and we can actually do it.”
“K, I love you.”
“I love you, too. Night, Tyler.”
“Night, Damon.”
*~~~*
Stefan and Jordan were in bed making out like teenagers. Stefan was on top of Jordan and his fingers were working Jordan’s ass.
“What is it about being held captive that makes you so horny, Stefan?”
“It’s the adrenaline. I want to fuck you so hard.” Stefan licked Jordan’s lips.
“By all means.”
“Spread your legs,” Stefan growled.
Jordan spread his legs and Stefan spit in his hand. He rubbed his cock and entered Jordan fast and hard. He grabbed his legs and put them over his shoulders.
Stefan watched his face. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain and Stefan loved it. He played with Jordan’s balls as he pounded him.
“Mmm, stroke yourself, Jordan.”
Stefan watched and licked his lips as Jordan grabbed his cock. He watched his hand slide up and down, and it made him horny as hell.
“Look at me, Jordan.”
Stefan ran his tongue along his bottom lip and pounded him harder. He pinched the skin on Jordan’s balls and heard a gasp.
“Like it?”
“Fuck!”
“Stroke it faster!”
Stefan pulled out slowly and rammed Jordan’s ass. Jordan let out a loud moan, so Stefan did it again.
“Fuck, Stefan, I’m going to come!”
Stefan slammed into Jordan again and watched as the white cum rushed out all over his hand. He resumed pounding and felt his own orgasm rise. He plunged into him one more time.
“Oh fuck!” Stefan fell over on top of Jordan. His tongue snuck out and licked Jordan’s fingers.
“God, you’re hot when you do that,” Jordan rasped.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Stefan went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. He came back out and cleaned Jordan’s stomach and hand. He crawled back into bed and nestled into his husband.
“I love you, Stefan.” Jordan threaded his fingers through Stefan’s hair.
“I love you, too. I’m glad we have exceptional kids.” Stefan laughed.
“Downright vengeful kids, but in this case I’m not going to complain.”
“Me neither. I can’t wait to get home.” Stefan smiled and kissed Jordan.
“Goodnight, Stefan.”
“Night, Jordan.”
*~~~*
Tyler watched the jet land. His hands were sweating. He couldn’t believe Damon was finally home. He’d been so worried, he couldn’t sleep until he had heard from Damon.
He watched the plane taxi to a stop. The doors opened and the stairs dropped. Damon’s fathers came out, waved, and he waved back. Isabelle and Jacob descended next.
Finally. Damon.
Tyler’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest. The black hair was windswept and his blue eyes were visible even from where Tyler was standing. Damon spotted him, and when he got to the bottom of the stairs, he began to run. Tyler ran forward, flew into Damon’s arms and held on.
“I missed you so much!” Tyler kissed him frantically, his legs wrapped around Damon’s waist and his arms clinging for dear life around his neck.
“I missed you, too.” Damon kissed him. It had felt like weeks instead of days since he had last kissed Tyler. He ran his hands through his hair and pulled him in closer, tasting and loving Tyler.
Stefan and Jordan watched from inside the terminal.
“They are so in love. Look how cute they are!” Stefan couldn’t stop his smile.
“I know. I wish I had a camera.”
Stefan bumped him playfully. “Come on, let’s go home.”
Jordan grabbed Stefan and kissed him, then pulled back and gave him a light love slap on his cheek. “I love you, Stefan Youngblood.”
“I love you, too, Jordan Youngblood.”
*~~~*
Heath had gone home with Caleb; the rest of the kids went back to the house with Stefan and Jordan. Damon had left with Antonio and Marco.
Stefan looked around the house; it felt unbelievably good to be home. The nightmare was over and they could get back to their own lives.
They dropped Tyler off at home and Damon had gone to bed. They were going to throw a big party tomorrow and Stefan needed his rest. His cell phone rang and he checked the caller ID.
“Hey Dad, what’s up?”
“I got the information you wanted. Damon’s birth mother died last year; we won’t have to worry about that.”
“Is it sad that somehow I’m relieved?”
“We would never know what kind of woman she was, Stefano.”
“I know. Thanks, Dad.” Stefan hung up.
He and Jordan went to their room and collapsed on the bed.
“Damon’s birth mother passed away last year. Should I tell him?” Stefan asked.
“If he never asks, then don’t tell him. He’s never wondered before.”
They crawled into bed, and Jordan nestled into Stefan.
“It feels wonderful to be home,” Stefan sighed.
“Feels wonderful to be able to cuddle with you,” Jordan sighed.
“Did you just say cuddle, Dr. Youngblood? You going soft on me?” Stefan teased.
“Shut up, Stefan.” Jordan poked him.
“Goodnight, Jordan.”
“Goodnight, Stefan.”
Stefan was awake long after Jordan had fallen asleep. Staring at the man he loved, Stefan knew this wouldn’t be their last adventure. He was a Santorno through and through and with that came danger. Stefan lightly brushed Jordan’s cheek with his fingers. He had tried to stay out of the mafia life but it kept coming to his doorstep.
“I’ll keep you all safe,” Stefan whispered.
He just hoped he could keep that promise without bloodshed.
The End.
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