"Fuck yeah." He sucked on the man's tongue, his hips moving, pushing his prick through Slayde's hand. It felt amazing, having Slayde's prick rubbing with his own. Slayde groaned, moving faster, pushing him. It felt amazing to just let go, to let the pleasure spill over and shoot out of him. His cry was swallowed up by Slayde's mouth. Slayde followed right behind, spunk joining his.
He kept the kiss going, breathing in the scent of the two of them before finally resting his forehead against Slayde's as they panted. Slayde kissed his lips, so gently. Oh, fuck. This was…this was fucking good and he didn't want it to stop. He was going to have to fucking figure something out.
He'd never had anything like this before, and now about the only thing he was sure of was he didn't want to give it up, give Slayde up.
He dove in for another kiss, trying to make the not thinking thing work.
Chapter Eleven
The house was clean. The kids were dressed. There was a brisket in the oven. Slayde was ready for his folks to show. It was the Fourth of July and time for the annual visitation from the parental units. Slayde was excited as fuck. Mom and Dad meant presents and cards, Mom's mashed potatoes, and Dad telling him stupid jokes.
Drake was in a panic, he thought. The man just didn't understand about his parents, about how much they loved Mindy and the kids. Plus, it had been a week since Travis and Joey's visit, and Drake's coming out to his sister, and Slayde wasn't sure if Drake was ready to have to deal with more visitors. But his folks were good people. He was damn proud of them.
Drake came in with two grocery bags full of the last minute items he'd wanted picked up, eyes dragging over him for a moment. One nice side effect of Mindy knowing had been Drake being more willing to show Slayde how he felt during the day. "They here yet?" Drake asked.
"They called about an hour ago and they'll be here any minute." He took the bags. "Is the store insane yet?"
Drake shrugged, then grinned. "I'm big enough to push through the crowds."
"This is true." He scrubbed the potatoes and put them and the eggs in a pot to boil for potato salad.
"The kids seem really excited. Almost as excited as you." Drake settled against the counter, watching him putter and work.
"They love their Nana and Poppy."
"O-kay…" Drake shrugged. "Do they know about, you know, us?"
"They know you're here, yeah." And Mom would sniff it out. The woman had a radar for her kids.
Drake snorted. "That's not what I meant and you know it."
"Did I tell them we were fucking? It comes up in conversation a lot."
"You talk to your mother with that mouth? You owe me ten push-ups."
He leaned closer. "Fuck off. The kids are outside, asshole." This was fun.
"I think I need to wash that mouth of yours out before your folks get here." Drake ended the words on a kiss, tongue pushing into his mouth.
He laughed into the kiss, squeezing Drake's fingers before he heard the honk of the Mustang. His folks had bought the convertible two years ago and they loved it. Drake jerked away like he'd been burned and started pulling stuff out of the grocery bags like it was the most fascinating thing ever.
Slayde shook his head and chuckled, heading for the door. "Kids! It's Nana and Poppy!"
The chaos started in the backyard and squealed through the house to the front door, where his folks stood, arms filled with presents.
Mom grinned down. "My grandbabies!"
"NANA!"
She was tackle-hugged by Christian while Maggie came to Slayde, wanting to be picked up. Jenny, though, she went right to Dad, like she could possibly remember him.
Drake came out, looking studly and offering a smile and his hand. "I'm Drake. Mindy's brother."
"We've heard so much about you. I'm Helen and this is Steven." Mom grinned and Dad shook and it was adorable. "We have presents for you boys, too."
"Christian, let them come in. Maggie, do you want to say hi?"
She shook her head.
"I'll take her so you can say hello properly." Drake held out his arms and Maggie dove into them.
He went to Mom, kissed her, grinned at Dad. "How was the drive? Come in, sit down."
"Fabulous. We wandered, goofed off." Dad grinned.
"Drank wine."
"Oh, you naughty woman!" he teased.
She laughed and they all headed into the living room, Christian holding on to Mom's hand, Jenny still being carried by Dad. Maggie didn't look like she was going to budge from Drake's arms anytime soon.
He sat in one of the armchairs, leaving Drake Mindy's recliner. "There's brisket cooking, for when you two are hungry."
"Oh, we didn't need you to cook for us…"
Drake snorted. "You have met Slayde before, right?"
"Oh, sweetheart, I made that boy, with a little help from his father."
"Then you know he needed to cook for you. And clean for you. And make sure everything was just perfect for you."
Slayde knew it was meant as a tease at him. He stuck his tongue out at Drake. He just liked things nice. Drake laughed and God, the man looked so good with that bright smile.
He admired and Mom looked at them both, with knowing eyes. Drake didn't seem to notice, which was probably a good thing.
Christian, who'd been almost vibrating in place, suddenly burst out with, "Can we open presents now?"
"Of course you can, beautiful boy. Margaret, my beautiful girl, would you like yours, too?"
Maggie looked at Mom, then nodded. "Uh-huh."
"Well, come get it from Poppy."
She looked and Drake and he nodded. "Go on."
Slayde watched Dad hold the brightly wrapped box out, not teasing her at all. Jenny was still in his lap, banging at the toy Mom had handed over.
"I need to check the potatoes."
"You want some help?" Drake asked as he set Maggie down on the floor by his legs.
Maggie headed toward the present and he
