Page 53 of Fourplay & Fatalities

They were inseparable.

If anyone other than Felix had dared to get that close to Zane, they’d have found themselves at the bottom of a very deep lake. But Asa loved Felix almost as much as he loved Zane. As much as he could love anyone. He was…grateful that Felix gave Zane all the affection and understanding Asa sometimes lacked. There had been a time when admitting that might have bothered him. Now, it just felt like another way Zane was taken care of.

Asa also enjoyed their intimacy on a purely selfish level.

Separately, Felix and Zane were hot. Together, they were a five-alarm fire. And Asa was always a big fan of fire.

“Lois,” Asa called out, leaning his forearms on the edge of the playpen. “You know that’s not me you’re snuggling, right?”

Zane rolled his eyes at the old joke.

“Of course, I do. I still have all my clothes on,” he quipped.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Asa asked, feigning hurt. “Do you not like my snuggles?”

Zane smirked at him. “It means when Avi and I snuggle, I get pets. When you and I snuggle, you’re constantly trying to”—he looked at the babies—“stuff my stocking.”

Asa and Felix both snorted at the thinly veiled comment.

“We both know you love when I stuff your stocking, Lois. Just last night, you were begging to suck the stripes off my candy cane,” Asa countered.

“Oh, God,” Felix groaned, setting a present on the pile before grabbing another from the mountain of unwrapped gifts. “Please, not the Christmas euphemisms.”

Now, Asa had no choice but to continue. “You love when I jingle your bells. You were begging for a ride on my reindeer. Said you couldn’t wait to visit my North Pole.”

“One more pun and your chestnuts will be roasting over that open fire,” Felix warned, pointing an unnecessarily large pair of scissors in his direction.

“Hah, you sleigh me,” Asa countered, then stuck out his tongue, laughing when Oscar and West did the same.

Felix growled at Asa, then snapped his teeth. “Stop corrupting my children.”

Before Asa could retort, Avi blurted, “We should have a competition.”

“A competition for what?” Felix asked, glancing up at his husband. “And I’m warning you, if you say puns, I will add your nuts to that fire.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, kitten,” Avi said. “But no, I was just thinking that in all the times we’ve…played together, we’ve never tested your…reindeer riding skills. I think you’d look hot side by side, giving it your all.”

The idea of him and Avi lying side by side while Zane and Felix used them had Asa breaking into a sweat.

His brother really did have the best ideas.

Fuck. How long before the kids were in bed? Maybe this was what Felix and Zane meant when they said they could never have a nice, normal night together as a family.

Felix gave another indelicate snort. “You always want me on top. I’m starting to think all your muscles are just for show.”

Avi grinned. “No, you’re just too beautiful when I’m looking up at you.”

Felix’s cheeks flushed, but only Asa could see it from where he sat, hastily restacking blocks for the twins to destroy once more.

Felix loved compliments. It was the worst kept secret ever. One he’d die before admitting. He liked to give off this vibe of bored indifference, of complete and total confidence. But deep down, he was just cosplaying being an adult like the rest of them. But get a couple of drinks in Felix and he became an endless well of insecurities. Luckily, he never remembered it in the morning. Maybe that was why Avi never seemed to tire of telling him how beautiful he was.

“Well, I’m not going to ugly myself up so that you’ll get on top more often,” Felix warned. “It takes a lot of time and effort to look this flawless.”

Avi sighed wistfully. “Then be prepared to put that Pilates body to work, kitten.”

“My thighs are getting bulky,” Felix muttered, still smiling.

“Thick thighs save lives,” Zane said sagely, then giggled.