Page 104 of Roleplay at Randy's
I take his mouth in another kiss, letting out all of the pathetic whimpering noises he pulls out of me. The pressure builds so high I’m almost tempted to say fuck it and sit on hiscock right now just to relieve the ache deep in my body, but Elias and I are so in sync that he acts before I can be swayed.
He breaks from the kiss and presses two of his thick, coarse fingers to my lips, and even though my focus is narrowed almost entirely to the sensations running through my dick, I open up and suck them into my mouth.
I can feel him stroking his cock as I writhe against him, coating us both in his precum, and his fractured moans as he tries to keep quiet are about as desperate as mine. His fingers leave my mouth, and I search for him again as the wave of orgasm comes lapping at the shore.
The edge is right there, just out of reach, like when I’m fucking myself with the dildos.
Fuck, fuck, f?—
Elias palms my ass, aiding my movements, and slips his slick fingers between my legs. They brush my hole, circle it teasingly, and as soon as they push inside—filling me up—I’m coming. My whole body tenses, every nerve in my body shutting down to zero in on my dick and the pulsing in my hole.
He thrusts against me once, twice, and then he stills, warm liquid spilling across our dicks.
We’re both a panting mess, smiling goofy and sated at one another, when the loft overhead creaks. Elias is quick to grab the throw blanket and toss it over our hips, laying flat on the sofa and pulling me down to him. Quick thinking, because seconds later a head of messy dark hair pops out of the curtain.
“Mat-ty?”
My smile is still a little silly and out of it, but it softens at Cal’s quiet voice.
“Need some cuddles, buddy?”
He doesn't answer, just ducks back into the loft, which is Cal for yes.
“I’ll get him,” Elias says, easing out from under me as he tucks himself back into his boxers.
I shake my head and tug him toward our mess of a pile, where we both laugh and kiss until Cal makes an impatient noise behind the curtain.
“You relax. He asked for me.” I stand and pull my own boxers up, walking to my suitcase and picking out a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt. “You're not the only one he relies on anymore.”
I mean for it to come out joking, but the soft, affectionate smile Elias gives me makes it feel too close to the truth.
“I love you.” The relief that pours out of me with the words is beyond measure. They've been bottled up, building pressure for so long, it's a wonder they didn't burst out of me before tonight.
As I walk past Elias to get to the loft stairs, he grabs my wrist and pulls me into half a hug with his lips pressed to my temple.
“This is your family,” he whispers, and tears cling to my eyes. “For as long as you want us.”
If I didn't have an antsy six year old waiting on me, I’d kiss him again. He knows it too; letting me go with that sneaky grin and a playfulthwackon my ass.
I bite back another promise of forever, because tonight has had its fill of declarations, and it's time to let in a kind of love I wasn't sure I’d ever have.
As I pull back the curtain, Cal shoots up in bed and starts to whine. He kicks up the covers beside him, and I quickly slip in, opening my arms for him to burrow into.
“Mat-ty stay.”
I'd never put any real stock into whether I wanted afuture with kids, it always felt too distant—cross that bridge when I come to it mentality.
Well the bridge is here, and I couldn't possibly imagine a world where I didn't want to be something like a parental figure to Cal. He's solitary but loud, a wrecking ball of energy that will topple you and fill you with joy.
“Always, buddy.”
I love him just as fiercely as I love his father. Elias would go to the ends of the Earth for Cal, and I’d do the same for them both.
There’s the faint brush of fingers on my cheek, and with Cal tucked into my chest fast asleep, I flutter my eyes open to be met with Elias’ warm gaze.
“Go back to sleep, birthday boy.” He leans over Cal and kisses my eyelids as they close again, the comfort of having both of my boys beside me too heavy to resist. “I love you.”
They're the greatest gift I could ask for. Happy birthday to me.
