Page 29 of Not Even A Mouse
Not even a Mouse
Andy, one year later
“Hallo, the house.”
The shout echoed through therooms,and Andy sat up, sheets puddling in his lap as Myron rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. Andy took a moment to admire that fine, round ass as it disappeared into jeans, and then he looked up, caught Myron’s broad, indulgent smile and returned it.
Giggles wound upthe hallway, and Andy barely had time to exit the bed and pull his own pants on before Talya came barreling around the doorframe. Gilda, still their girl’s best friend, was right behind her, and both girls flopped onto the comforter still billowing down from Myron’s quick toss.
“I wanna do this every year, Papa.” She reached out her hand and grabbed his finger, squeezing tight. “Christmas EveEve at Miss DeeDee’s is fun.”
As they had last year, Jase and DeeDee had offered to take Talya for an evening, letting Andy and Myron celebrate in peace and quiet. Now it was Christmas Eve, and she was back home.
“Y’all decent in there?” Threaded with quiet humor, the question came from thehallway,and Myron snorted a laugh. Jase’s head popped into view around thedoorand he grinned. “Justcheckin’. Don’t need to see no twigs and berries, eh?”
“Jesus.” Myron’s groan made Talya laugh, which made Gilda laugh, which in turn made Jase laugh.
Andy grinned.
“Papa?” He angled his neck to look down at his little girl who was looking back up at him, uncertainty on her face. At seven, she was more articulate and composed than a lot of little girls, but being raised by two men who madeno bones about the fact they loved her gave her a lot of courage. She was willing to try anything once, including horseback riding—a flop—and ice skating—a huge win. She’d found she loved the sport. After watching her first time lacing up and declaring her a natural, Jase hadn’t wasted any time slotting her into his skating groups at his foundation. Gilda preferred to watch from the sidelines whileTalya bounced from ice to her blades, and then back to her tush on the ice, but their little girls were fast friends, never far from the other.
“Yeah, baby?” He grabbed a shirt from the dresser and tugged it on, tucking it into his jeans around his waist.
“When I grow up, I want to kiss girls.” Andy had been looking at Myron, and so was treated to the sight of his eyes going wide in shock.
“Me, too. I wanna kiss girls, too.” Gilda’s input did nothing to lesson Myron’s look of frozen fear.
“Andboys. I wanna kiss girls and boys,” Talya declared with more certainty in her tone.
Jase rescued both of them with a quick, “If you wanna kiss the girls, that’s okay. Or the boys. You can kiss who you want. But not this year. And not even the next, eh? No, for you two troublemakers, kissin’is definitely gonnahaftawait ‘til you’re both at least fifteen. Minimum kissin’ age. No arguments. Do what you want, but not until we say so.” Jase maneuvered Myron until he stood at the foot of the bed and turned him, poking and pulling until Myron’s arms swung out to the sides. “Now, youneedamove,or Unka Myron’s gonna squish you. He’s gonna timber on a count of three. One.”
“Two.” Thegirls squealed and rolled to the sides, then finished the count. “Three.”
Jase pushed, and Myron fellbackwardsamid little girl giggles and an astonishing amount of male chuckles, and Andy shook his head. “You okay, babe?”
Before Myron could answer, Talya’s voice trilled out another question, this one making Andy stop in his tracks. “Papa, do we still hang a stocking for Daddy?” Last year,their final one celebrated in Roger’s home, Andy had hung the three stockings as they had every year.
“Do you want to, baby?” He looked at her, loving how protectively Myron’s arm curled around her.
Her little head shook back and forth slowly. “Not this year. I wanna put up a stocking for…Papa Myron.” After dropping that bomb, she chewed on her lip for a moment and then asked, “Is that okay?”
Andy thought of the present he had tucked in his drawer forMyron,and grinned. “Yeah, I think that’d be perfect.”
***
Myron
“She’s going to be up early.” Andy’s muffled voice came from behind him. They were squeezed together on the couch, a place that was Myron’s favorite place to snuggle.Well, except for in bed. He grinned, eyes closed, ignoring the decades-old Christmas movie playing onthe TV.
“She is,” he agreed, edgingbackwardswith his hips, rewarded by a groan and a thrust against his ass. “Lookie there. You’re up right now.”
“I am.” Andy placed a kiss on the back of hisneck,and Myron twisted around, meeting his mouth for a tender kiss. “However, it’s Christmas Eve, which means uncertain sleeping patterns. She might be dead to the world right now, but that can changeat any moment.” Andy kissed him again, possessing his mouth like Myron loved himto, pushing the kiss farther before he slowed things back down. “Which means we need to lock the door.”
“We can do that. Promise you we’ll hear her squealing about the tree long before she gets to our bedroom, though.” Myron stopped and took a breath, thinking to himself again how astonishing his life had become.Our bedroom. Andy kissed him again, stealing all thoughts from his head, leaving him panting and rocking his hips against the couch cushion, trying for any friction against his rigid cock. “Jesus, Andy. You’re killing me here.”
“I have something for you.” Andy’s voice was soft, and Myron chuckled, pushing his hips back. “Not that.” Andy showed his words a lie as he pressed forwards, rubbing andthrusting. “I mean, yeah, this is yours.”
“You know it.” Myron’s mutter was joking, and Andy knew it. There was no jealousy between them, no worry that the other would stray or might look for variety. They’d only been together a year, but they both knew it was for keeps.
