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“No, Liam, they’re not cool yet. You’ll burn your fingers if you touch the pan and the cookies,” Matthew said.
“They LOOK cool though.”
“Maybe, but the insides of the cookies will still be hot even if the outsides are not.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re not exposed to cooler air. Do you want a glass of chocolate milk, or do you want to burn your fingers?”
“Milk!” Liam exclaimed.
“I want one too!” his sister piped up from the living room.
“I think we can do that.”
“I want to lick the spoon!” Rose cried.
“Nuh uh! I want to lick it!”
“We can have two spoons,” Matthew said.
The backdoor opened and Matthew looked up. “There you are. Where you been?”
William shook his head. “Squirrels again. The damn dog pulled the leash right out of my hand.”
Matthew bent down to give the oversized lab a scratch. “Oh you silly boy. Me thinks he still needs more training.”
“Yeah he does. If one of the kids walked him and it happened, they could get hurt.”
“That’s true…”
“Daddy Will we’re making chocolate milk!”
“Oh are we? Well I get the spoon then!”
“Nuh huh!”
“Uh huh!”
“Daddy Matt said there’s two spoons!”
There was so much noise with the TV and the kids and the dog barking at a squirrel outside that they almost didn’t hear Will’s phone ringing.
“You make the milk, love, I’ll get this. …Oh it’s our social worker.”
Matt stared at him. “What does she want?”
Will put his finger in his ear. “Hi Sarah. How are you? …Well that’s good. They’re fine. We’re making cookies for Liam’s school party. Yeah they’re doing great. ….What? When?” There was a long pause. “…Oh dear. Oh heavens. Ok. Um. Ok. Wow.” Will could feel Matt’s gaze burning a hole in his back. “Let me talk to Matt and I’ll call you right back ok? Thank you.”
“What?” Matt hissed. Will put a finger over his mouth. “Get the kids in front of the TV, then we’ll talk.”
Matt gave his husband a look, but finished up getting the kids sorted and plopped them down in front of the TV with their milk and a snack. Will was sitting on the window seat when Matt came back into the kitchen. The dog was sitting by his side getting his ears scratched.
“Well, what is it?” Matt insisted.
“The parents of our kids had another baby.”
“…What?”
“And by baby, she’s two now. And Sarah said Steve and May were doing fine so Children’s Protective Services let them keep her.”
“Her,” Matt repeated.
“Yes. But now the baby is in the hospital because one of them methed out and pushed the baby down the stairs.”
Matt gasped and covered his mouth. “Oh my god.”
“She’s got a broken collar bone and a broken arm but they think she’ll be ok. They need an emergency foster carer as they investigate and because we adopted Liam and Rose…”
“They called us.”
The two men looked at eachother.
“Yes?” They each said at the same time.
Matt chuffed through his nose and ran his fingers through his hair. “I guess that settles that.”
“Are we ready for another toddler?” Will whispered.
“We may need to pull things out of storage…”
“And baby-proof the house.”
Matt looked out the window. “It’s good to know there may be a third. If you get that promotion in January, and we move to Raleigh, we’ll have to budget for a bigger house.”
“Oh yeah. That’s true,” Will said. “Three kids though. Woah.”
“Yeah. Crazy to think about.”
“Well, this could all be temporary…”
Matt looked at the two watching TV. “So were they.”
Will squeezed Matt’s hand. “Men plan, god laughs.”
Matt snorted. “Oh please stop quoting my grandmother’s tea towels.”
They dissolved into giggles.
“Alright, well, let’s talk to the kids about it then we can call Sarah back ok?” Will said.
Matt nodded. “But first I am stealing a cookie.”
“Oh good plan.”
Two hours later, they were at the hospital visiting their new daughter.
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This is one of my favorite videos on the internet and I will never not reblog this.
“Yeaaah no you’re not ‘suddenly going on a run’. You’re coming over here and sucking me off. Nuh nuh nuh!- no arguing. Your arguments always suck and you ran out of the good ones weeks ago. Get over here. And suck. My cock. It’s bursting out over here. Oh yeah. Yeaah that’s it. Good lad. Right there on the floor between my knees. Good boy. Trust me you’ll feel much better once it’s over, because you know you’ve made the right decision.
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Arf! Krypto has harness now :3
Useful for holding on to to prevent him jumping on guests, or going after squirrels.
Holy shit. I can’t believe I got sex like that today. I can’t believe you CAN have sex like that. Holy fuck. I … I don’t know what to do. I mean – I’m gay? I just can’t wrap my brain around it. I had sex with a man today?? Just, like, fuck, it won’t sink in. I had sex. With a man. Damn, nothing is going to ever be the same. Is having sex with a guy always going to be like that? Or was it just Brian? Can you be gay if you only have sex with one guy? Fuck, I just don’t know anything about this. I need to talk to someone. But who? Where? The internet? God no. Arg. This is so confusing, and all I can think about is Brian’s body whether I want to or not!
Michael looks down at his cock. “You are lucky I like you, cause you are making my life hard.” Michael pauses. “No pun intended.”
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Can I write you a caption and you find a good picture to match? You don’t have to credit me, but I do want it on your blog. Have a lovely day!
Hello. Thank you for writing. I’ve found it to be very difficult to find photos to match captions, and I’ve spent hours looking for a photo and not finding it. If you ever see photos of like cake or nature shots on my Tumblr, that’s why I use them lol instead.
This is because people don’t always use the most descriptive hashtags on Tumblr. While I may find many photos of men in underwear, for example, finding a photo of a Hispanic guy wearing a jockstrap with his back to me in the kitchen is nearly impossible. And Google image search is so polluted with Pinterest feeds (and Tumblr dead-ends) that I don’t look for photos anymore.
I encourage you to post the caption to your Tumblr and I’ll reblog it. How’s that?
Brad shuffled to the door. The knocking came again. “Coming, coming, Jesus.” He opened the door. “Scoville.”
“Oh uh. You are home. Um, hi.”
Brad leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms. “Why are you here? To give me blue balls again?”
Jet Scoville shuffled his foot. “No. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to run out when we started having sex…”
“Twice.”
Jet winced. “Yeah…”
“So why are you here?”
“Because I’ve been thinking. And of course, I wanted to apologize. But I realized that we’ve been seeing each other quite often, and we’ve stopped seeing other people, but like, I want to sleep you -”
Brad snorted. “Do you now.”
“Yes,” Jet squeaked. “But like, I realized that although I like you, I’m not ready to be in a relationship. I’m just not ready to be monogamous, and I feel like by having sex with you gives you the wrong idea. And I can’t do that to you. I’m sorry if telling you that hurts you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Brad digested this. “Well, that explains some things, but that was a lot of assumptions you just made.”
Jet blinked. “What?”
“You may have stopped seeing other people, but I haven’t.”
“What?” Jet said.
“Cause I never saw this as a monogamous relationship. Sure we’re friends, but I never saw us hanging out as dates. I mean, we even had other people there. I was even more confused because I was getting vibes you clearly wanted the friends-with-benefits benefits but when I made a move you freaked out. Twice.”
Jet stared.
“I’m not ready for a relationship either, Scoville,” Brad continued. “Too many hot guys out there I want to sample before I settle. Like you.”
“Like me,” Jet repeats.
“Yeah.”
“Oh.” Jet was red in the face. He had gotten himself all worked up over an imagined situation. And he could have gotten what he wanted the whole time!
Brad sighed. “Well. If you still want to fuck, I’m down for that. But like, if you’re going to take things so seriously maybe you should look somewhere else. Or like, actually talk to me.”
“It’s ok, just sex?”
Brad groaned. “Yes, goddamn it Scoville.” Brad grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him towards him. “Get in here. You owe me that ass.”
“Uh ok!” jet said. Everything was crystal clear now. As Brad dragged him to the bedroom, Jet realized it he really should just listen to his dick more. His brain thought too much.
After they stripped down to their boxers, Brad paused.
“What?” Jet asked.
Brad eyed him. He waited a moment. “You stayed. Good.”
Jet was surprised to Brad smiled.
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