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“Oh hi, welcome home.” Jon uses his finger to mark the page in the zine he’s reading and stands up.
“Hello.” Martin sits on a bench and takes off his boots. Jon comes over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Been shopping?” he asks.
Martin gestures to the bags. “Oh a little, but mostly I went over to Gracie’s apartment to pick up her old Halloween costume I’m wearing this year. We ended up gossiping like old hags, and I lost track of time. It’s not too late for lunch is it?”
“Not at all. Are you going to tell me what you’re going for Halloween this year?”

Martin tucks the boots away with a grin. “How about I show you?”
“You have one wicked smile on your face. Dare I even say yes?”
“You should. Although I won’t be complete. I don’t have the right make up or the accessories yet.”
“That’s fine, you can still show me.”
“Ok be right back.” Martin picks up the bag and scuttles out of the living room into the bedroom like a gremlin, cackling and clutching something he stole.
Jon chuckles. He pours himself a glass of ice tea while he waits. He’s standing in the kitchen, reading, when Martin comes out.

“Hello gorgeous, are you my next patient?”
Jon looks up and his brain promptly stops working. Martin has managed to squeeze his entire body in a woman’s sexy nurse costume. His butt is barely contained and the only reason the collar hasn’t torn is because the plunging cleavage allows it to stretch around the broad expanse of his shoulders. Martin’s also wearing red pumps and that’s pantyhose. He’s wearing pantyhose.

Jon makes a funny noise and in a panic, fists his own shirt and stuffs in his mouth.
Martin makes a choking laugh. “Honey what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to stop some very vulgar words from coming out of my mouth.” Jon pulls his shirt from his teeth and smooths out the fabric.
“That good huh?” Martin turns around. “I need to like, do some modifications to the top so I can actually move my arms. And I’ll be wearing lipstick. Thinking of keeping the mustache though.”
“Martin, are you wearing any underwear under that dress or like…did you just pull the pantyhose over your cock? I think I can see the tip of your cock.”
Martin glances down. “Can you? Yeah, I’m just Donald Ducking it until I find some red shorts to wear under this.”
Jon’s nostrils flare as he inhales and exhales a deep breath. “You know, I don’t feel like topping very often, but I suddenly need to. Like, right now.”
Martin can’t hide his surprise. “That good?”
“That good.” Jon gently tosses the zine on the sofa. He walks over to Martin and put his hands on his hips. “I’m sure the doctor is going to be a little while. Why don’t you show me to a room no one is using?”
Martin’s gaze darkens into a smolder. “Gladly, Sir. Happy to help you finish getting undressed for your appointment.”

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Finn walked up to Scott who was relaxing on the sofa. “Can I see your phone a sec?”
Scott raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Not going to look in it, trust me.”
Scott thought and handed his phone over.
Finn smiled. “Thank you.” He took the phone and set it on the coffee table out of reach. He then climbed onto the sofa and straddled Scott’s legs. “Hi.”
“Hello. Was that your cunning plan?”
“Yes,” Finn said.
“You want some attention?”
“Yes.”
Scott reached back to squeeze Finn’s ass in both hands. “I can give you attention. Why are you wearing underwear?”
“So you can take it off?”
“Right answer.” Scott smacked his ass and kneaded it. “Mmm you’re getting hard against my hip. Let’s move this to the bedroom.”
“But I don’t want to get off of you. Your hands feel so good.”
“It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you,” Scott purred.
Finn whimpered.

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Lawrence waved his hand. “Have them turn forward now.”
The handler pressed a button that made a noise in the room with one way glass and they turn. Lawrence sipped his wine. “This is too difficult, they’re all beautiful. May I have all three?”
“All three?” the handler repeated. He couldn’t fathom spending that much in one night.
“Yes. Think of the fun. I do like them losing control and enjoying each other. You don’t let them masturbate right?”
“No.”
“Delightful, they will be eager. Yes, send all three. It’s a holiday tomorrow, might as well be up all night.”
“Might as well. Yes sir, I’ll send all three up to your room.”
“Delightful, thank you. I’ll be up once I finish this glass.” Lawrence checked his phone. There was a message from his husband, Theo: Which one did you pick?
Lawrence texted back: I splurged and went with all three.
All three??? Theo’s message was accompanied with laughing emojis. Why on earth? How are you going to manage?
Lawrence sipped and wrote back: Oh I’ll manage. And I needed three. That’s how many it takes to replace one of you in the bedroom.
Theo texted back a serious of crying emojis. You’re so sweet. I love you, and hate I had to go on a work trip.
Lawrence scoffed. I love you, but don’t lie, you also love China, I know you’re having a great time despite your meetings.
The food and tea have indeed been amazing, but my bed is half empty and I still miss you.
Lawrence smiled. My bed is also half empty. Miss you and love you too.
Theo wrote back: Love you. Now go enjoy those boys and text me all the exploits. I even want to know if they’re circumcised.
Lawrence chuckled.Yes dear. Lawrence inserted a heart into the message and sent it.

Lawrence exhaled. He finished his wine and set down the glass. Now that he was loosened up, it was time to get busy. And thank god for being busy! Lawrence was desperate for some way to pass the time until Theo came home to him.

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I wake up just before dawn with a start. This sometimes happens when he’s not in bed with me. I glance over at Joel’s empty spot in bed, note the laptop there, and gaze around the room. I slide out of bed, put a hoodie on, and walk out the door to the wrap-around balcony of the beach house we rented. Joel is leaning against the railing, peering blankly at where the water meets the sand.

“Joel?” I say softly.
He looks up at me. “She’s gone,” Joel whispers. His shoulders sag and he bursts into tears. I blink, stunned, still half asleep. I pad over and put my arm around him. He turns toward me and melts against my hoodie; I wrap him in a big hug as his tears soak the fabric.
I don’t say anything, I just hold him. His mother had been on hospice with liver failure after years and years of drinking. Joel had been waiting for his mother to get sober – and stay sober – since he was 5. He had taken it personally, that she just couldn’t get sober for him. He’d been in therapy for a while. But when she got the diagnosis, Joel knew she’d only be sober once she ended up in the hospital. It’s not the victory he wants.

We had scheduled this vacation months ago, and we knew the risk she would pass away during this time – but Joel said he wanted to go on the trip. He was tired of adjusting his whole life for someone who put alcohol first. He knew he wouldn’t get the redemption he needed at her hospital bed.

“What happened?” I ask after he calms down. I assume his half-brother Sam had e-mailed him. Sam isn’t a fan of long texts.
“Sam said she crashed, and they took her into the hospital, but she passed away.” Joel hiccups. “She died,” he adds, seemingly to himself.

I expect him to start crying again, but he doesn’t. “Do you want to go home?” I ask.
“No,” Joel says in a firm tone. “Sam is handling things. The funeral will be when we get back. We’ll gain nothing by leaving early. And I like it here.”
The sun breaches the horizon and begins to push away the deep violet sky.
“My first day without her,” Joel murmurs. “It’s over. It’s actually over. She’s gone.”
“It is. Do you want some time by yourself? or to come back to bed?”
Joel shakes his head. “I think I want to go for a walk on the beach.”

“Ok. Let me go put on some shorts. Come back inside and drink some water.”
Joel nods and follows me in like a puppy.

We have a drink, change, and go for a walk. We hold hands but don’t talk much. Joel needs time to process this. But somehow we both abate at this moment when the sun breaks through the morning marine layer, creating this backlit glow to these pink and grey clouds that is simply ethereal. The entire ocean glistens like molten glass.

“Wow,” I murmur. When I look back at Joel, he’s kneeling in front of me. Joel kneels asks me to marry him. I say yes, and the scenery blurs together.

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Zane heard the “house heels” coming down the hallway, which was really a pair of his mom’s old pumps. His attention was drawn from the stove to Michael filling the kitchen doorway in a six foot flourish of satin and faux fur. The light pink robe swished over his black corset and lace shorts as Michael raised his arm and grabbed the doorframe. He struck a pose.
“It. Is. Priiiide! Today is pride!
“Everyone’s going outside.
we’re going out, we’re being seen,
they need to know that I’m a queen.
We’re gonna get drunk,
and look at dicks,
All the kinds, just take your pick.
It’s a celebration of the gay,
so everyone move out of the way,
for PRIIIIIIIIIIDE!”
Michael made a flourish with his hand to punctuate that.

Zane blinked. “You’re feeling yourself this morning. One egg or two?”
“Is that french bread I see?”
“Yes.”
“One egg daaaahhling.” Michael tossed his hair. “Am I beautiful?”
“Exceptionally. Beautiful as your singing.”
“Dahling, I love you. I’m going to go finish getting dressed. I feel like I’m forgetting something.”
Zane cracked an egg against the side of the pan. “Did you put your cock ring on?”
“Oh, kittens!” Michael tsked at himself. “Thank you dahling.” His vanished from the doorway and his heels echoed down the hallway.

Zane was checking on the bacon in the oven when he heard a hysterical cry from the bedroom.
“AUGH it’s COLD!”
Zane couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you forget to warm the cock ring?” he called back.
“YES!”
“Well at least you’re awake!”
“Horrendous!”

Zane noticed a text message on his phone.
“Are you guys running on time?” their friend Tony asked.
Zane did a voice text back. “Uh about twenty minutes behind. About to put breakfast on the table.”
“Twenty minutes huh? Sooo how much of a handful is Michael this morning?”
“He’s both hands full,” Zane sent back. “He’s broken into song already.”
Tony texted him a bunch of laughing emojis. “I guess we’re no better. We fucked and now we’re listening to Madonna.”
“Is this the new boy from Modesto? He stayed the night?”
“He diiiiiid. He’s very excited for his first big Pride in Los Angeles. He’s very cute.” Tony texted back.
“Did you warn him about Michael?”
“He’s been briefed that Michael is a lot of person.”
“Good.” Zane snickered to himself as he plated breakfast. God, he loved his man, but being Michael’s man meant being a shield between Michael and the rest of the world. He exuded enough personality for two people – but it also meant he loved and cared for people twice as hard. So Michael had also had to be protected so feelings didn’t get hurt. But Zane loved that role. He often thought of himself as the bemused, human attendee to an immortal faerie from some other fantastical realm who is trying really hard to fit in with the humans. It was really the only explanation for why Michal was the way he was.

“Do I need to wear a thong or is it ok that you can see my dick through these lace shorts?” Michael asked from down the hall.
Zane pinched his nose. “You need to cover your cock in public, sweetheart, even though it’s Pride”
“Ah, kittens. I’ll put the thong back on.”
“Breakfast is ready by the way!”
“Coming! One sec.

The sound of the heels returned a moment later and Michael bloomed into the room. "I am decent!”
“My god, you are. The leather top piece with the corset was a hot choice. Fuck. I need to cover you in oil.”
“Whatever for?” Michael asked.
“So the boys glide right off of you instead of stick to you all night long.”
“Oh kitten, you are so sweet. You are fucking me in this later so you’re aware.”
“Oh, I’m aware.”
“Good. Cause this corset is too much work to take off by myself.” Michael picked up a piece of warm, soft buttered bread and moaned as he bit into it. “Oh my god why is eating carbs so wrong!”
“It’s not wrong. Besides it’s Pride, and you’ll need your energy, so eat up. There’s more bac-”
Michael flung his arms out. “It. Is. Priiiiide. Everyone’s going outside-”
Zane swatted him on the ass. “Eat your breakfast, you little minx.”
Michael dissolved into giggles and sat down with a sweep of the robe. “Yes dahling, of course. Oh you made darjeeling, dahling you know me so well!”
Zane kissed the top of his head. “Yes, yes I do.”

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I rub his back as he finishes vomiting into the wastebasket.
“Dinner didn’t go down right last night?” I ask, although I know what’s really bothering him.
“No,” David grunts and spits. “Just – not looking forward to brunch.”
I curl my fingers and run my nails gently down his back. “There’s still some water on your nightstand.”
David looks at it as if he’s forgotten it’s there. He swishes his mouth out and spits it into the plastic-lined bin. He sighs.
“I know I sound like a broken record, but you don’t have to go to brunch if you don’t want to.”
“I need to. This is my sister’s first baby, my first nephew. If I don’t go, it’ll look terrible. My sister has been texting me that she’s excited I’m coming. It’ll be awkward if I’m not there, and I want to meet Obediah.”
“It’ll be awkward if you don’t want to be there and everyone can tell.”
David leans back against the pillows. “So I should go regardless.”
“No, I’m not saying that. Listen, it’s not your fault it’ll be awkward if you’re not there. Your parents make it awkward, by not accepting you and asking you rude questions about me, about trying to set you up with women. It’s their fault.”
“But Neil…”
“Nuh uh uh! Nope. Don’t start with that. Text your sister. Tell her that you don’t want your parents’ issue with your sexuality ruining the new baby party, and you will come over some night this week and cook dinner so you two can catch up.”
David stares at me. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
He waves his hand. “Just magically solve my problems.”
I chuckle. “My grandpa was a lot like your parents. I’m used to avoiding him. He couldn’t handle the gay.”
“You are very gay.” David thinks. “It could work. My sister loves my fried catfish.”
“See, it’ll work”
David picks up his phone and types out the message. I spellcheck it and he sends it. We look at each-other. “I think I may throw up again,” David says.
“Sweetheart there’s nothing in your stomach to throw up.”
The phone dings. I watch David’s face as he reads it. He smiles. I release the breath I’ve been holding. “She says she understands, and has been craving my catfish recipe and my fried okra. She said Wednesday night would be good.”
“Yay! See that worked out.”
“And um.” David holds up the phone. “She wants you to come.”
“Really?” my heart flutters a little.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me there?”
David plucks at the sheets. “Yes. It would be nice. I never get to take you to any family stuff.”
“I would love to. I’ll make a dessert to bring.”
“Fantastic.” David exhales in relief and his shoulders relax.

David sends a message to his parents and sets his phone aside. “Now that I’m not spending my day being passively aggressively shit on by my parents, what am I going to do with my morning?”
“I think we should go to brunch at Diamond’s.”
David lifts an eyebrow. “Baby, that’s expensive.”
“It is, but it’s delicious and you deserve it. Plus it’s Saturday so Topher is working. Let’s go to Diamond’s and gossip about the other rich gays over berry pancakes, cause I know you love that-”
He groans. “I do.”
“Then let’s go to the beach, get some sun, come back, clean up, have sex, and watch a movie on the sofa while eating mac n cheese?”
David smiles. “Why are you such a perfect boyfriend, Neil?”
“I’m not perfect.” I insist. “I just like being with you.”
“Yes you are.”
“Nooo.” I hit him with a pillow.
“Hey!” David laughs.
“I am not you silly boy. Now come on, let’s go shower so I can give you the handjob I’ve been wanting to give you all morning.”

David’s phone starts binging again. He winces and picks it up. “That’s my mom.”
I take the phone out of his hands and launch it across the room toward the laundry basket. “Neil!” David shouts in panic; it lands without a scratch.
“That woman is not going to succeed in ruining our morning.” I take David’s hand and pull him out of bed. “And she’s not getting between me and your dick.”
“Well when you put it that way, I find it hard to argue.”
“Good. Now get in here and brush your teeth so I can kiss you.”

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“Aaahhh, I think I just died,” Nelson laughed. “I’m totally dead.”
“I’ll avenge you!” Tito smashed the buttons aggressively on the controller.
“Oh! Oh noooo Tito don’t – ahh you dude what was that move? That was sick! You got him, finish him, finish him! Ahaha bro you’re my hero.”
“I have avenged you, but now I am a lonely victor. Cause yeah you died.”
Nelson snickered. “I am not good at this.”
“You did pretty well for someone who hasn’t done this before.”
“Yeah, I’m not that invested – it’s not like I can win this game in one day. Besides like, winning isn’t the point, just fun to hang out.”
“Yeah. I wish we could like…do this more often. Instead of just once a year,” Tito grumbles.

There was a solid pause. “We may be able to hang out more.”
Tito craned his head up. “What do you mean?”
“My cousin’s going off to college right? My uncle said the room is free; he said I could rent it if I want to.”
“You’re – you’re thinking of moving back here?”
“Maybe. I’m not getting anywhere with community college in Maryland, going to university doesn’t feel right, and living with my mom and her new husband is super weird. There’s a new HVAC program at the career center here that’s really affordable, and they pay for the apprenticeship. No debt, and I get job skills. Um, so I’m looking into it.”
“Are you serious? Is that why you came here suddenly? I thought you just came for your cousin’s graduation.”
“That, and to see you,” Nelson said.
“Did you apply for that program or are you just thinking about it?”
“I applied. I was waiting to hear back if I’m accepted for fall. I haven’t heard yet, but like, I just can’t keep a secret. So I don’t want to get your hopes up, but ya know… I kind of like the hope.”
Tito put down the controller. He turned around so he could climb onto Nelson’s lap like a koala, legs tucked on the sides, but holding on as tight as he could. “I want you to move back,” he whispered.
Nelson wrapped him in a hug and nuzzled his cheek. “I want to be with you too, but it doesn’t matter where to me.”
Their lips met with a soft touch. The CRT TV hummed in the background, the game on hold. Tito’s hands pushed up Nelson’s shirt; Nelson snaked his hands around back to squeeze Tito’s ass. Nelson could feel the hardness in Tito’s shorts against his stomach, and was pretty sure Tito could feel the same thing. The urge to touch him was suddenly over-whelming.

“So if it doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter if we’re in my bedroom instead of on this floor?” Tito asked.
“Nope. Actually I’d prefer to be there.”
“Yeah me too. Why don’t we move here?”
“That’s a phenomenal idea. I need to reward you for avenging my death though,” Nelson reminded him. “And I think your bedroom is a better spot for that.”
“You want me to carry you like how Cloud carries Aerith’s body in Final Fantasy?”
Nelson snickered. “I think for that scene to work, we need to fill up the bathtub.”
“Ohhh no I’ve watched enough porn to know sex in the bathtub is a bad bad idea.”
“Even with a sexy corpse?”
“Especially with a sexy corpse.”
“Well, carry me like a sexy corpse. It’ll be very dramatic.”
Tito puffed out his cheeks. “I will try.”

15 minutes later, Tito’s roommate came home and noticed there was a foot sized hole in the wall of the hallway, plaster on the carpet, and a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom at the end. Oh no, what were those noises? He decided to go get In n Out for dinner.

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“I’m going to the bathroom,” Stelios grunted. He stormed out of the office. His face was red to his collar bone. “Oh lord,” Greg muttered. He pointed at Lee. “You stay there.” He left the office and chased after Stelios.

“Stel!”
Stelios was just pacing in the empty hallway clenching his fists.
“Stel,” Greg said as he jogged up to him. “Don’t – don’t punch anything. You know how your hand is.”
Stelios huffed loudly and threw his jacket half off his back. “Just – fuck! We’re right back at the start aren’t we? I actually thought we were making progress. After all that therapy, all that time we spent, that it was actually getting through to him.”
“It was working, and it was helping,” Greg reminded him.
“Well, clearly it wasn’t!” Stelios shouted. “And it’s fine now, he’s 16. But this is how it starts, Greg. Lee’s going to get some form of suspension, I just know it. He’s going to be disconnected from his studies. Maybe he’ll catch up. But we’re not going to be there when he’s 18, 19, 20. Off at college. He gets into another fight, he goes to jail. If we can’t control this now we …christ, Greg, we’ve failed him.” Stel’s voice hitched. He covered his mouth and turned to the wall.
Greg parted his lips but only a sigh came out. He walked over to Stel and pulled him back around and into a hug. The man’s body was hot against his. “We haven’t failed him. Lee has been doing amazing. He’s happy, he’s got friends, he’s making good grades. We made it through puberty without him putting us in the hospital. Or biting us. He even likes his therapist.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“You need to give us credit for what we’ve accomplished,” Greg said in a soothing voice in Stelios’s ear.
“But what if it’s for nothing?” Stelios whispered.
“It’s not for nothing. Are you telling me we adopted him for nothing, that we didn’t change the course of his life for the better at all?”
A pause. “Well…no.”
“And remember how the principal told us that this wasn’t unprovoked. He was defending a girl being bullied.”
“That doesn’t excuse it though. We don’t want to tell him some fighting is acceptable.”
“No, but we can discipline him without it signaling a collapse of his therapies. Actually, I think it’s a sign his therapies are working.”
Stelios scoffed.
“How?”

He stepped back from the hug, but he was standing only a foot apart from Greg.
“Because Lee tried to get them to stop with words. He told someone to get a teacher. He took steps to try and resolve the bully picking on that girl. But the bully shoved him, and so he swung. An over reaction? Maybe. But he didn’t just hit that kid unprovoked. It’s progress.”

Stelios exhaled. “Maybe, but it’s still fighting. I dreaded this call would come. If that bully…what’s his name? Ryan? If his nose is really broken, it could be expensive.”
“We have good health care and insurance. We could make Lee pay back the co-pay installments, to help teach him the impact of this.”
Stelios looked at his husband. “Why are you so good at this parenting thing?”
Greg snorted. “Cause I have a good partner I can trust to do it with me.”
Stelios lowered his gaze to the floor. “I don’t feel like a good partner right now. I just feel mostly angry.”

Greg folded his arms. “Like you could fight someone?”
“What?”
“Like Paul Costanza?”
Stelios got a deer in headlight look and then the color came back, not up his neck, but just on his cheeks. “Nope. Nothing. Nada. No recollection.”
Greg chuckled. “You don’t remember how you thought he was assaulting me in that bar? Cause he was fucking me pressed me against the fence in that alley, and I was wailing like I was in distress?”
“I plea the 5th.”
“You never met me, yet you tried to protect my honor. It was cute, although your intentions were a tad misplaced.”
“Greg,” Stelios said helplessly.
Greg chuckled to himself. “Can’t believe that’s how we met.”

Stelios nodded. “Me neither. I remember next time I saw you at that bar, I apologized and asked how I could make it up to you. And you told me I needed to finish off where I got interrupted.”
Greg tilted his head. “Ok I forgot how slutty I was back then.”
A smile appeared on Stelios’s face. “The right amount. Also you still sound like you’re in distress sometimes.”
Greg coughed. “Hush.”
“The only time you’re quiet is when I kiss you. Remember that, us standing on the patio of that bar?” Stelios put his hand on Greg’s shoulder and caressed him down over his pecs. “You ran your fingers up my neck when we kissed, and you drove me nuts.”
Greg pressed his hand to the back of Stelio’s neck and moved his fingertips into his hairline. “Like this?”
“Y-yeah…”

Stelios leaned forward as Greg kissed him. The white hot anger dissolved away, and soon his muscles relaxed. When they parted for air, Greg pushed forward, seeking Stelios’s lips and the taste of him. Stelios couldn’t remember the last time they really just made out like this, like they used to. Sex seemed to be so brief these days. God, it had been so good back then, when they were young and naive and horny. They’d fuck and then splay on the bed, talking and dreaming of starting a family. And now here was the future, and they did have a family. A happy, functioning one. Greg was right. This fight really wasn’t that big of a deal. Lee would be fine, and they would be fine. This was just a hiccup of raising a teenager with a rough start in life.

They parted again. Greg moved in, but Stelios put his hand on his chest. “We’re um, making out in the hallway of our son’s high school.”
It was Greg’s turn to blush. “Oh. Right. The principal is probably wondering where we went.”
“We should get back,” Stelios agreed. “But um, we should pick up where we left off when we get home.”
“Can I undress you out of your suit?”
“Only if I can undress you.”
“Deal.” Greg smiled and straightened Stelio’s jacket. “Feel better?”
“Yeah. I’m glad I didn’t punch a wall.”
“Me too.” Greg snuck a little kiss in. They walked back to the principal’s office, holding hands, to go sort out their son and bring him home.

When they walked back into the office, Lee was sitting in a chair outside the principal’s office. He looked up at his parents. “Are you going to unadopt me?”
Greg shouldn’t have laughed, but it was just so unexpected.
Stelios palmed Lee’s shaved head. “Not on your life, kid. Sorry, we love you, you’re stuck with us.”
“Even though I screwed up?”
“Even though you screwed up.“
“Screwing up is how we met actually,” Greg added.
“Really?“ Lee responded.
“Yep. Come on, let’s go find out what your punishment is, and then we’re going home ok?”
“Ok,” Lee nodded. He looked exhausted. Defeated. His stomach grumbled.
“You wanna get McDonalds on the way home?”
“Yes,” Lee squeaked. His eyes were all wet.
“Ah, kid. Come here.”
Lee stood up and Greg hugged him. Stelios patted him on the back, then went go to talk to the principal. It was just a hiccup, he reminded himself. Life would go on, and he had a good evening ahead to look forwarded to – French fries and French kissing.

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“Christ in heaven, is it morning already?”
“Yes it is.” Frank said. He was standing at the foot of the bed.
“It can’t be morning already,” Donovan protested. “We weren’t up that late were we?”
“We went to bed at like 2 am,” Frank answered.
He stretched and let out a groan as his neck cracked. “Ah, theeeere it is.”
Donovan made of complaint into the pillow. “We should have just had a quickie.”
“Well, that was the plan. A little hand to hand action,
if I recall correctly. I’m not bothered being a little bit tired, we ended up having a lot of fun.”
“It was fun,” Donovan admitted. He curled up into a loose ball. “Your bed is illegally comfortable.”
Frank’s eyes roamed over Donovan’s body. “And you look illegally good in it. You have such a solid body, and such a big ass. I’m starting to see why I got so carried away, last night – you really excite me.”
Donovan lifted his arm and looked at Frank. “Well, that’s flattering. Are you trying to apologize for the insufficient sleep I got?”
“Maybe. Is it working?”
“…Yes,” Donovan grunted. He put his arm back down.
Frank snickered. “Come on big boy, get up. If not you’ll sleep till noon.”
“I think you need to come back into this bed and snuggle with me.”
“As much I want to be pressed against you, when I’m up, I’m up. And hungry,” Frank said.
Donovan rolled over on his back and let his knees fall to the side. “Does this change your mind?”
Frank stared. “I think I know how to wake you up.”
“Oh? How?”
Frank crawled back onto the bed and ran his tongue up the shaft of Donovan’s penis.
Donovan made a low purring noise in the back of his throat.
“If I give you a blowjob, will get you up after?” Frank asked.
“Fuck. Fine. But I reserve the right to take an afternoon nap later without you nagging me about being lazy.”
“Deal.”
Frank lowered his head and got to work, but he was smiling the whole time. It felt like it was supposed to be a compromise, but Frank knew he was coming out the winner in this.
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Adam was putting the roast into smaller containers to freeze it when Jeremy came back in the house.
“How’s it going out there?”
Jeremy stomped his boots on the mat on the inside of the glass sliding door. “Fabulous. The 15 year old has taken control of the lighter fluid and I think all of them are sticky.”
Adam laughed. The kids had cabin fever, so he brushed the snow off the firepit and told them to cook their own hotdogs and s’mores for dinner. “The porch isn’t on fire isn’t it?”
“Not yet, but give it an hour.”
“Such faith in our children. Are you escaping the insanity for a second?”
“I have to pee,” Jeremy replied. He put his beanie and scarf over the kitchen chair, struggled out of his boots, and walked to the bathroom.
“Have fun,” Adam called out after him. He was putting things in the freezer when Jeremy called out to him from the bathroom.
“Hey gorgeous.”
Adam turned his head. He made a noise and covered his mouth. Jeremy had propped himself up against the wall next to the bathroom with his hand; he was wearing only his long-johns from the waist down and had a rather smoldering look on his face.
“Oh my god Jeremy,” Adam squeaked. “That’s…that’s a hell of a silhouette.”
Jeremy’s cocky smile split into a grin. “The kids are occupied outside. Wanna sneak off for a quickie?”
Adam flushed a pretty shade of pink. He could not tear his gaze away from that large shadow in Jeremy’s pants, and god it had been a while. Too long of a while. Adam cleared his throat and forced himself to look up. Jeremy had that same mischievous sparkle to his eyes he had as a college student, and Adam’s heart began to race. He walked briskly up to Jeremy, grabbed a fist of his sweater, and dragged him down the hall. “We gotta be quick before one of the five notices we’re gone.”
“Or they burn down the porch.”
“The porch can burn, I’m not getting interrupted from this.”
Jeremy gasped softly under his breath. “Woah, that was spicy. I didn’t know you had spicy in you.”
Adam smirked at him and shut the bedroom door behind him.

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