Page 57 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Once all the preparations were made, Avi sat in the rocker and read Baby Santa with Felix perched on his knee. The boys ignored the adults, happily ripping the Velcro ornaments off their tree and rearranging them to their liking while chewing on the others.

Zane settled himself between Asa’s knees as Asa sat on the floor, leaning his weight into him and resting his head on his shoulder.

“Hey, Lois. You feeling okay?”

“Mm,” Zane said, turning his face to nuzzle Asa’s neck, his next words vibrating against his skin. “I feel buzzy. It’s nice. I love our little family.”

It was hardly a new sentiment. Zane said it at least three times a week, usually whenever he was overwhelmed with love for them. But for the first time, Asa understood exactly what he meant.

He wrapped his arms around Zane and looked around at his family. Avi in the rocker. Felix on his knee. Oscar and West systematically dismantling their Christmas tree. Zane, warm and soft against his chest.

Oh. So, this was what contentment felt like. This was what Zane was always talking about.

This was his favorite kind of chaos.

Zane had the softest lips. They fit perfectly against Felix’s. He always opened so beautifully beneath him, letting Felix swallow every breathy sigh and gasp as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Sometimes, they left their clothes on and just made out, like they were two high school kids in the backseat of a car. Other times, they slowly stripped each other down and mapped each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths. Every now and again, they’d tear at each other frantically, using each other while Felix whispered dirty things in Zane’s ear until he came with the prettiest, shocked little cry.

It was easy to fall into Zane’s arms. Second nature by now.

This time of night belonged to the two of them.

After the kids were finally asleep, they could take the time to just…be.

Some nights, the guys were out on a job for Thomas. Others, they would walk around “securing the house.” It was only by accident that Felix and Zane had learned “securing the house” was code for making themselves scarce with the baby monitor so the two of them could have some privacy. They were good about giving them space, even though it was something neither Felix nor Zane had ever expected or asked for.

With Asa and Avi, sex was always raw, visceral, all teeth and tongue, frantic and needy. It was hot, so hot that Felix had come more than once just thinking about it.

But this was nice, too. Stripping each other down slowly, watching Zane fall apart on his fingers or feeling him come apart against his mouth.

When they were together like this, Zane was so vocal, whispering to Felix that he was beautiful, perfect even, his body worthy of worship. Felix never got tired of hearing it.

Tonight was no different.

The boys had disappeared with the monitor shortly after Oscar and West were asleep, leaving Felix and Zane in the large spare bedroom. Their clothes had come off over the course of the last hour, leaving them fully naked in the large bed.

Zane lay beside him, their tongues lazily exploring each other’s mouths, his hand curved possessively around Felix’s hip, Felix’s thigh wedged between Zane’s.

Felix never imagined sex would be this easy. This freeing. It was crazy to him that he got to have this every day. That he got to have Zane and Avi and—to a slightly lesser extent—Asa every day. All of them different. All of them his in some strange way he never could have imagined for himself. It was something he’d never expected with his level of anxiety, but he felt one hundred percent safe with them.

Felix sucked on Zane’s tongue, swallowing the whiny sound that came from the back of his throat. It was one of his favorite noises. Zane was such a needy, desperate little thing when he was naked and wanting. He had no shame. He would beg, whine, pout…whatever got him the attention he needed.

The way Zane wanted him was addictive. To have someone who trusted him enough to beg and plead and cry beneath him.

Zane was already hot and hard against his hip. Felix broke their kiss to bite at the shell of Zane’s ear. “Somebody’s already worked up. I can feel how much you’re already leaking. Is the idea of riding Avi turning you on that much?”

“You’re turning me on that much,” Zane whined, his words a little mushy from the alcohol he’d consumed. “Avi is a nice bonus, though.”

Felix dipped his tongue between Zane’s lips again, his breath hitching when Zane bit him almost timidly.

“Feisty.”

“Horny,” Zane countered as Felix bit down on his lower lip and tugged.

Zane’s filter melted away under Felix’s kisses until he was just babbling out whatever filthy thoughts came to mind.

“I want to be filled up,” he mumbled into Felix’s mouth. “I want to be fucked so hard I feel it in my stomach for the rest of the week. I want them to get me pregnant.”