by Sean Michael
"That's right. Ignore the old paranoid cop."
"Hey!" Mike glared. "Just be careful. I worry."
Samantha came down, took the sleeping baby from her husband. "Worry about what?"
"Nothing. There's nothing to worry about." Jeff's smile was a little tight.
Her eyes narrowed. "Are they humoring me, Jeffrey?"
"Now, Samantha. When's your movie?"
Donny bit his lip to keep from laughing as her husband handled Samantha.
"Mike!"
"We'll deal with it, love. For once, Jeff is right. Give the baby back."
Donny held out his hands for Kimberley, cuddling her close when Samantha handed her over, looking exasperated.
"Robin wants to spend the night. Do you think it might be possible soon? I know we agreed to give it time, but..." Samantha shrugged. "I hate to keep telling him no."
Donny spoke up before Jeff could. "If it was something he used to do before.... well, before, then I think it would be a good idea."
"Let me check my schedule and we'll arrange for them to come for a few days. Maybe week after next?"
Samantha hugged Jeff. "Thank you, dear."
Jeff kissed her cheek. "I love you, Mom. I know it's been hard to stay away."
She sobbed once. "Nothing about this has been easy. The only thing not hard is knowing you love the children."
"They're easy to love," Donny murmured.
"No shit." Mike grinned like an idiot. "They had a great mom."
Jeff nodded. "She was a fabulous broad."
Donny just smiled, not sure exactly what to say to that.
Samantha met his eyes. "Did you ever get to meet her?"
"No, I'm afraid not."
"Don came here to help with the kids and... Well, now he's family." Jeff sounded so proud.
God, this man made him feel good, important. Like he really was family.
Beth's parents nodded and Samantha smiled. "It's obvious Robin loves you. I'm glad Jeff found someone to help him make a family."
"Thank you, ma'am. I'm the lucky one here, though."
Mike chuckled. "That's the phrase of a man in love. Come on, Samantha, we have our movie."
He blushed, but it was totally true, and he didn't try to deny it.
Samantha hugged Jeff, smiled. "Call me with your plans. We'll be free. I can't wait to have them overnight."
"It was nice to meet you both."
"Nice to meet you, too." Both of the kids' grandparents shook his hand, then left.
"They seem really nice."
"They are. They really are." Jeff locked the door, sighed as Kimberley muttered restlessly. "I should put her down."
"I can do it." He took Kimberley from Jeff. "Meet me in the bedroom?" Not Jeff's bedroom, but the bedroom. When had he started thinking of it like that?
"Sure, Don. You want a snack? Maybe some peanut butter on toast?"
"I'd rather have some Jeff on sheets."
Jeff looked at him, blushed and grinned over. "Yeah?"
He nodded, grinning back at Jeff. "Yeah."
They stood there for God knew how long, smiling goofily at each other until Kimberley made a sleepy noise. "I should get her to bed."
"I'll meet you upstairs, Don. Maybe... maybe you and I could go somewhere. You know, when the kids go to their grandparents?"
"Oh, that'd be cool. What have you got in mind?" A vacation. It only just occurred to him that if the kids went to Beth's parents that's what they'd have. Some time without the kids. While he loved and adored them, some time for just him and Jeff would totally rock.
"I don't know. I just... I'd have to figure something. I wouldn't mind having a date, though."
He leaned in and gave Jeff a quick kiss. "Yeah, that sounds great."
Taking another quick kiss, he beamed at Jeff and headed upstairs with Kimberley.
Chapter Fifteen
"Daddy? Daddy, please. Don't go." Robin was sobbing softly, clinging to his leg, and Kimberley started kicking, reaching for Don.
After the last two weeks they'd had -- from Dejeuner's owner having a shit fit over his missed days to being served with papers from Mitch regarding the house and dealing with the lawyer to countersue -- Jeff didn't blame the kids. Everyone was bitchy, everyone was on edge, and everything was off.
Still, he'd managed to finagle time where Samantha and Mike could take the kids and he could... sleep. Fuck. Something. Anything.
"This is going to work best if we just go. The longer we linger, the harder it's going to be." Don reached down and grabbed Robin up, giving him a hard hug. "We'll be back in two days, Robin. I promise."
"NO! DADDY!"
Jeff gave Samantha a panicked look, but she didn't look worried at all.
Don took his arm, tugged. "Come on, babe. It's not going to get any easier."
Mike took Robin. "He did this with Beth."
"And every single morning at day care!" Samantha waved.
Don pulled him toward the car. "Look, we'll call them in a couple hours and if he'll still freaking out, we'll come back and get him."
"Okay..." Jeff surprised himself by tearing up.
Don squeezed his arm. "I'll drive."
Jeff nodded. This was ridiculous. Utterly stupid.
Dave grinned at him as they pulled away. "You're a dad. They're your world and you want to give them everything."
"I do. They're okay?"
"They're fine, babe. They're with people who care about them. And in two days we'll be back and next time it'll be easier."
He offered Don a half-smile. "You're sure?"
"I am." Don reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezed it.
"Okay. I'll believe you..."
"So am I taking us home, or...?"
"No. No, let's go to the B&B. They're having a supper brought in for us." Not only that, but the B&B was closer.
"Yeah? Sounds cool."
"I think it will be. Simple, homey. Private."
"It's going to be strange, spending time together, but not having the kids with us."
"Yeah, but good, huh?" He wanted it to be good.
"Oh, God, yeah. I mean I love Robin and Kimberley but it'll be nice to spend some time without worrying about one of them waking up..."
"Or both of them."
Don chuckled and nodded. "What's the first thing you want to do when we get to the B&B?"
"I... I don't know. We have a little pool, a trail to walk. I just don't know." He grinned over. "Not real suave, huh?"
"I think it sounds awesome. And you might not have noticed, but I don't really have suave and smooth in my repertoire, either."
"No? And here I thought you were a player!"
"Me?" Don laughed for him, face bright and happy.
"Uh-huh. Like whoa." He cracked up, tickled.
Don shook his head. "No time." Then he shrugged. "Not really my thing, anyway, you know?"
"No? Me either. I have had three relationships, no fuckbuddies." He liked having that stability.
"I've had just the one relationship. Well, two, but the first one didn't include sex. We were too scared we'd be caught." Don flashed him a grin before taking the turn-off to the B&B. "And during university, I just didn't have the time."
"No. No, my first lover was a sous chef at the place I was waiting tables at."
"You started in the dining room?"
"I did. Anything to get in. I washed dishes, did salads. Anything."
"Did you go to chef's school or are you self-taught?"
It seemed almost weird, to be talking about grown up stuff, to not have the kids to think about at all for two whole days. "I went to culinary school for a grand total of two weeks. Then I moved from dishwasher to cook and I never looked back." He'd always wanted to be a chef. Always. He was damned good at it.
"Cool -- good for you. It's nice to know what you want to do, isn't it?"
"It's really the only thing I know. I'm a restaurant guy. I cook."
"I wouldn't s
ay it's the only thing." Don pulled up at the B&B. "You're an amazing father, a great lover..."
"Oh, how cute is that..." The place was small, and with the sun setting behind it, it was quaint and lovely.
"Very." Don turned off the engine and undid his belt. "Thank you."
"I wanted us to be able to chill out." Touch. Be adults.
"It's going to be great!" Don got out and went to the trunk for their bags.
He grabbed the little bag of electronics -- phone chargers and the like -- from the backseat.
"How'd you hear about this place?" Don asked as they went up the front steps.
"Ben at the restaurant. He brought his girlfriend." The whole kitchen was cheering him on, teasing him about Don, good naturedly. Hell, the servers had given him a "love package" -- lube, rubbers, wipes. He'd cracked up.
"Cool." Don's hand slid into his. "Is this okay?"
"Better than. Place is run by family, hmm?" No lying for him.
Don squeezed his fingers. "Cool."
They headed in, and this charming older man met them at the door. "Are you Jeff and Don?"
Jeff nodded at the dapper older man, smiled. "I am. Are you Ken or Timmy?"
"Timmy. Ken's out feeding the chickens."
"Is that's what's for supper?" Don asked, corners of his mouth curling up.
"We're having a spaghetti and meatball supper brought in."
Jeff was suddenly grateful he hadn't told anyone he was a chef.
Don chuckled. "Cool. I was just teasing about eating your chickens."
They all grinned and Timmy shrugged. "I couldn't do without the fresh eggs, but that old rooster? Don't tempt me."
Don suddenly sobered. "It doesn't crow at six a.m. or anything, does it?"
"No. He's just grumpy." Timmy winked, led them into a lovely place, charming and warm. Jeff gasped at the space. It was fabulous. The perfect size and shape for a little high end restaurant, if it had a commercial kitchen and wasn't so far out.
Don gave him a look. "You okay?" he asked softly.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's fabulous in here."
Timmy grinned. "Isn't it? I wanted to turn it into a restaurant, but it's not going to happen."
"How come?" Don asked, looking around. "Oh, if that's not too rude."
"Well, I'm not a chef and we're not really young enough to handle anything that busy. Ken and I are getting up there, you know?"
"How long have you been together?" Don looked and sounded genuinely interested.
"Thirty-seven years." Timmy grinned.
"And eighty six days." Another voice sounded, a big, gruff-looking man showing up. "Hey, y'all. How's it going?"
"Wow, that's really cool." Don held out his hand to the newcomer. "You've got to be Ken."
"I am. Welcome."
Jeff nodded. "This place is amazing. I love it."
"You probably want to see your room." Timmy gave his partner a smile. "I've put you upstairs at the back. There's a great view of the farm."
"As long as there's no crying babies at two a.m...." Jeff winked. Hell, he already missed them.
Timmy laughed. "No, no babies. Even the animals will be quiet, I promise."
Don squeezed his hand, smiling at him.
"How many kids do y'all have?"
"Two, a three-year-old and a six-month-old."
"A boy and a girl," Don added and Jeff could hear the pride in Don's voice.
"Lucky guys. Are you going to have any more or are you done?"
Jeff looked at Don, maybe a little panicked. Hell, they hadn't even talked about next week.
Don chuckled. "I'd say we're undecided."
Timmy laughed, too, and opened a door for them. "Well, here you are."
The room was old fashioned and simple -- a fireplace, a rocking chair, a love seat. A lovely king-sized bed. A pink clawed-foot bathtub evident through a second door.
"Oh, it's great." Don let go of his hand and walked in, looking delighted.
Timmy smiled at him and handed over a key. "Let us know if you need anything."
"Are we coming downstairs for supper?" He loved the idea of a real key, not a plastic card.
"We'll deliver it around seven. I'll leave it outside your door."
"Oh, that's stunning. Thank you, so much."
Timmy shook his hand, beamed. "Breakfast is at nine. We'll see you in the morning, hmm?"
"Nine?" Don lit up. "We get to sleep in!"
"Well, you do." He winked, then patted Don's butt. "Thanks, Timmy."
Timmy gave them a salute and left, closing the door behind him.
Soon as the man was gone, Don turned to him, pushing into his arms. "This is awesome. Thank you."
"Yeah. It's not bad at all."
Don laughed and then pressed their lips together, the happy sounds filling Jeff's mouth. The kiss was slow, long and lazy. It felt illicit, a little naughty, oddly enough.
Don rubbed against him. "God, why do I suddenly feel so horny?"
"Because we're alone?" He rubbed back, loving the ridge of Don's cock.
Don laughed, nodded. "Maybe. Take me to bed?"
"You got it." They stepped backward, toward the huge bed, one kiss chasing another.
Don was hungry, biting at his lips and touching him all over.
"You know, I never got to date you." He eased Don back onto the bed.
Don lay back and reached up for him. "No, we skipped to the good parts."
"We did." He crawled into those open arms. "Hey, baby."
"Mmm, hey." Don smiled, wrapped his arms around Jeff.
They knew how their bodies fit together, now, how they settled, and Jeff loved that, loved having a partner. Don moaned for him, the sound sweet, hungry.
"What should we do first?" He grinned down, let his body rub along Don's.
"Go for a hike?"
"In the dark?" He goosed Don, chuckling.
Don shrieked and jerked, then laughed.
"We could play Tiddlywinks. Poker. Scrabble."
"I vote poker. You've got one right here for me." Don pushed a hand between them and rubbed his prick through his jeans.
Jeff snorted, hips pushing into that warm touch. "That was terrible."
"This isn't, though." Don slid his hand up and down, squeezed Jeff a little.
"No. No, this isn't." He wasn't really focused on what he was saying. He wanted Don's mouth.
Don smiled at him, fingers still stroking, playing. The man's eyes looked drugged, but they were staring right at him.
"Want you, babe. Want to suck you while you do me."
Don made an incoherent noise and nodded, started tugging at his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans. He started working Don's belt open, fingers needing skin. Don sucked in for him, giving him room as Don pushed his shirt up, fingers going right for his nipples.
"Cheating..." He murmured the word against Don's lips.
"Am not!" Don laughed, pinched his nipple.
"Too!" They rolled together, their laughter on the air.
Don pulled his shirt the rest of the way up, fingers going back to his nipples.
"You sure they're not just decorative?"
"Let's make sure." Don grinned and then slid down a little, licking all the way to his nipple.
Jeff tangled his fingers in Don's hair, careful not to tug, not to pull. Don's lips wrapped around his nipple, sucking gently, tongue flicking across the tip.
"Oh, damn. That's nice, Don. Sweet." The tender touches melted him, made him feel like he was precious.
The sucking became a little stronger. Then Don let his nipple go, moved to the other one.
"Yeah." Jeff tried to focus, tried to make his fingers work.
When Don let go of Jeff's other nipple, he grinned up. "I don't think they're decorative."
He moaned an answer that could be a yes or a no, but was mostly "don't stop".
Seemed Don spoke his language because his nipple was surrounded by heat again, Don sucking. He started rocking, eyes crossed
with the fucking heat of it, like all the need was distilled and just right there.
It was so good he almost didn't notice Don undoing his belt, his zipper. His cock noticed, though, pushing at the fly, wanting that touch. Don pulled down the zipper and opened his fly, fingers finding his prick in his underwear and wrapping around it.
"Yeah..." He bucked up into the touch, toes curling.
Don kept sucking on his nipple, hand sliding up and down his needy prick.
"Wanted to..." He was going to suck Don, but...
"Shh. Let me love on you." Don tongue-flicked his nipple again, then began to kiss his way southward.
"Love..." He rolled the word in his mouth, in his brain.
"Yes, love." Don sounded distracted, tongue flicking out to touch the tip of his cock. He nodded and twisted, moved around, reaching for Don's waistband. Don groaned, hips pushing restlessly toward him.
"That's it." He pushed Don's jeans down, fingers stuttering as hot lips surrounded his cock.
Don hummed, mouth starting to pull on his prick.
"Shit. So good. I just want to..." He managed to work Don's fly open, the scent of Don's cock so right.
Another sound from Don's mouth vibrated Jeff's prick. He groaned and arched his neck, managing to get his lips around the tip of Don's flesh. Don gasped, his cock sliding from Don's lips, then they took him again, sucking strongly.
He tugged at Don's leg, rested his head on it and started sucking, matching Don's rhythm. Don shuddered for a moment, and then started sucking harder again. Yeah. Hell, yeah. Don's cock was heavy and dripping on his tongue. The flavor exploded in his mouth, made his balls ache.
He rolled over Don, cupped that sweet ass in his hands and pulled Don in deeper. Don's hands grabbed his ass in return, pulling him deeper into Don's mouth. Yes. Fuck. He swallowed hard, head bobbing, even as he thrust down into that heat.
They moved together like they were born for this. Don's prick tasted amazing, the suction around his own cock felt even better. Don's ass was hot, skin soft and smooth in his hands. Don began to hump up into his mouth, ass clenching and releasing. Yeah. Fuck, yes. He groaned low, pulled harder.
Don's movements became almost frantic. He pushed one finger against Don's hole, sliding it in. Don pulled off his cock, shouting out as heat filled his mouth. Jeff grunted, swallowing hard, his own cock so hard it could cut glass.
