“I’m serious, you know. Marrying you.”
Ian mumbled into the pillow, but he rolled his hips closer to Brad, his cock growing.
Brad growled. Pinned Ian’s hips down on the bed, taking Ian into his mouth. He licked around Ian, then released him. “How much did you hear?”
“Some.” Ian arched his back, sliding his fingers into Brad’s hair.
So Brad sucked on Ian until he grew hard, his cock heavy on Brad’s tongue, his musk filling Brad’s nose.
It never grew old, pleasuring his omega. Brad pushed his tongue past Ian’s foreskin, licking around his velvety tip. Ian purred, his fingers twisting into Brad’s hair. Brad cupped Ian’s balls, squeezed them so Ian writhed, his head thrown back. “Brad!”
“Wanna taste your come,” Brad murmured. “Didn’t get to last night.”
“You’re so lewd,” Ian gasped, but he pushed into Brad’s mouth anyway, his cock hungry and straining. Brad sucked Ian back in, hollowed his cheeks to make Ian gasp.
Footsteps thudded in the hallway outside. Brad glanced up. Realized they’d forgotten to lock the door, a second before it opened.
Ian squawked. Brad fumbled for the sheets, trying to drag it over his head. A clump of tangled fabric came up in his fist, not enough to cover them. Shit, shit, shit.
Gwen stepped into the bedroom. “Daddy?”
They were both naked. Brad shoved his mouth back down on Ian’s cock, so at least Gwen wouldn’t get an eyeful. It hit the back of his throat. Ian gasped, his cock jerking in Brad’s mouth.
“I, uh. What’s the matter, hon?” Ian scrambled to sit up, yanking the sheets over Brad’s head.
Brad attempted to pull away. Maybe he’d done something wrong, though. Ian shoved his head back down, his cock filling Brad’s mouth. Brad grunted, choking on him.
“I got this yesterday,” Gwen said, waving an orange form at Ian. Brad glimpsed her through a gap in the sheets. “We’re s’posed to bring a parent to class for Show and Tell.”
“Right. I’ll look at it,” Ian said breathlessly. “Why don’t you leave it with me, and I’ll return it when we sit down for breakfast? You’ll need me to sign the form, right?”
“Uh-huh.” Gwen looked over at Brad, who was still beneath the sheets. “But I want Daddy to come with me to Show and Tell. With a fire truck! What’s Daddy doing?”
Brad froze. Yeah, it was glorious that Gwen was calling him Daddy, but right now, buried under the sheets with Ian’s cock in his mouth, it was just plain awkward.
Ian’s cock jerked. “He’s seeing to something important.”
“Can I see it, too?”
Ian groaned softly, and Brad could feel Ian’s embarrassment rippling off him. With the covers still over his head, he let Ian slip out of his mouth. Then he wiped the dampness off his lips, and poked his head out.
“Nah, it’s not that important,” Brad said. “Just hunting down something your dad lost.”
“Oh.” Gwen frowned. “Okay.”
She stared at Brad for a moment, and Brad had an inkling he shouldn’t be naked in front of her. “Get your schoolbag packed,” he said. “We’re headed out after breakfast.”
Gwen nodded, turning to the door. “I will.” She paused with one hand on the door handle. “Do you put that into Daddy?”
She looked at his hips, and then held her thumb and forefinger parallel, as though she was trying to show him a measurement, or maybe something long and narrow.
“The... your... pin-is?”
“Oh, gods,” Ian breathed, swaying. “Where did you hear about that?”
“From Toby in class.” Gwen looked owlishly at him.
Ian froze; Brad figured he was in charge, now.
“I use it for different things,” Brad said. “It’s nothing special, though.”
“Oh.” Gwen gave him an odd look, then left the room, pulling the door shut behind her.
“Gods, Brad.” Ian groaned, flopping bonelessly into the pillows. “I can’t believe she asked that. I can’t believe any of this happened.”
Brad snorted. “Well, believe it. It happened.”
Ian’s whine came out muffled. “When she asked what you were doing... I almost died.”
Brad crawled up the bed, wrapping himself around Ian. Stroked Ian’s back. “Yeah, I thought you might’ve.”
“And then the penis question. And you were just... sucking me off...”
Brad hadn’t expected it, either. But if that was the most difficult part of raising a child, he’d take it.
“I’m not sure how I feel about your cock being nothing special,” Ian mumbled, burrowing into the pillows.
“To you, it’s something special. I don’t need everyone looking at my cock, yeah?”
He ground it against Ian’s hips, and Ian laughed awkwardly. “I thought... I’d figured I didn’t have to do the sex talk with her anytime soon. But if she asks about your cock again...”
“I’ll handle it,” Brad said. “That really was fucking awkward, though.”
“I don’t know which part was the worst.” Ian groaned, chuckling. “When she walked in, or when you came down on me and I thought I’d choked you, or that—that last bit. Gods.”
Brad grinned. He gathered Ian up in his arms, dragging his wrists down his omega’s front. “The important thing is that we didn’t scar her for life.”
Ian blew out a sigh, sagging against Brad. “That’s true.”
“So put that out of your mind for a bit,” Brad said, turning Ian over. “I wanna give you something.”
Ian looked up, interested. “Your penis?” He coughed lightly.
Brad smirked. “That too, but later.”
He rolled away from Ian, swinging his legs off the bed. Felt Ian’s keen gaze on him as he crossed the room, pulling open the chest of solid oak drawers his mom had bought for him when he’d moved out.
In the first drawer, there were his clothes—T-shirts, socks, underwear. In the second, he’d stored random things like swimming trunks and scarves.
Tucked in the middle of his clothes was a metal cookie tin—from when Brad had bought Ian the butter cookies. Ian had finished the cookies months ago, and Brad had taken the tin from Ian’s apartment.
He fished the tin out of the drawer.
Ian stared. “Those can’t be cookies. I would throw a fit if you stored cookies with your
