"Before I came up." He found the doorknob to their bedroom. Their bedroom. And it had been for a while now. He'd moved his clothes in, everything.
He got the door open, pulled Slayde on through, all without breaking the intoxicating kisses. Slayde's fingers opened his jeans, tugged at his T-shirt.
"I love making love to you." It had never felt like this. Ever.
"Good. It would be weird, otherwise."
He shook his head. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant…" He shrugged. He wasn't good with words and shit. "It's good."
Slayde cupped his face, rested their foreheads together. "Thank you. You're it for me, Drake. My one true thing."
"I hope so. 'Cause if you left I'd have to hunt you down."
"Not going to happen."
"Good." He drew Slayde back in, took that mouth and started undressing his lover. His partner. Fuck. He liked the sound of that.
Slayde stretched, pushed right into his hands, so eager, so fucking hot. His fingers wrapped around Slayde's prick, the heat sliding on his palm. He'd never appreciated that kind of thing, now he had the time, the desire. Groaning, he started jacking the sweet prick.
He watched Slayde's cock move over his palm, the heavy flesh hard, wet-tipped. So fucking sexy. His own cock pushed against his zipper. Moaning, he leaned in for more kisses, his hand still playing over Slayde's heat.
"I want your mouth, lover. Please."
Groaning, he dropped down to his knees, wanting to make Slayde fly. Slayde's eyes burned down at him, so needy. He felt so fucking powerful, knowing how he made Slayde ache. He licked at the tip, taking the pre-come in, tasting the slight saltiness.
Slayde shuddered. "Like a fucking wet dream, lover."
"Look who's talking."
Slayde was the wet dream. Drake licked his way down the hot cock, and then back up along the bottom, tracing that thick vein with his tongue. Slayde arched, salty drops on his tongue. Humming, he took the head between his lips and slowly moved down the thick heat.
His lover moaned, hips rolling, cock sliding on his tongue. He tightened his lips, added more suction. The next moan he got was fucking perfect. Delicious. He wrapped his fist around the base and began to bob his head.
"Oh, Jesus. Jesus. Lover." Slayde's hands landed on his head.
He came off Slayde's prick so he could grin up at the man.
"Drake…" Oh, this was fun.
"Yeah, baby?" He took another swipe at the tip of Slayde's cock.
"Teasing me."
He grinned and licked again. "Me?"
"Nope, the other studly asshole lapping at my prick like a giant kitty cat."
Drake laughed and then blew a raspberry against the tip of Slayde's cock. Slayde blinked, then cracked up. Drake was addicted to that sound, the way that things could be fun and easy between them. How there was no fucking shame in playing together.
Grinning all the harder, he stopped teasing and took Slayde's prick in, sucking hard on the tip. Slayde's mouth closed so fast Drake heard his lover's teeth click. He'd have laughed again, but his mouth was a little busy.
"Please, Drake. Let me have it."
The plea from Slayde made his own prick jerk with need and he took as much of Slayde in as he could and started to bob again, sucking hard. Slayde started whispering to him -- sweet little promises and praises and it was hot and sweet, altogether. It spurred him on and he went down farther, sucked harder. Jesus, he loved this man. Loved Slayde.
"Gonna. So close."
He nodded around Slayde's cock. He was ready. Drake reached up, nudged the sweet, soft ballsac, Slayde coming for him, with that single touch. He swallowed the man down as his mouth was flooded with Slayde's spunk. He groaned, pulling hard, wanting that orgasm to go on and on. He let his tongue play with Slayde's slit and the jerk he got, the groan, made him feel like a million dollars.
"Fuck, you're good at that."
He pulled off slowly. "Everything I know about sucking cock I learned from Super Nanny Slayde."
"Super Nanny Slayde." One blond eyebrow arched. "Oh, you are in big trouble, Cakey-Wakey."
"That's a dangerous thing to say when a man's got his teeth this near to your dangly bits."
"You like my bits, dangly or otherwise."
He couldn't deny that at all. "I do." He stood, fingers beginning to dig in to Slayde's ribs. "I don't like Cakey-Wakey, though."
"I do. I adore him."
His heart melted. "Butthead." He pressed their lips together.
Slayde tasted like home.
***
"Christian, hold on. Mommy is coming." Jenny was sleeping on his shoulder, Maggie was sitting on Drake's shoulders wearing a cat-ballerina costume and Dorothy shoes. Christian was wearing his My Mommy is a Hero T-shirt.
The soldiers were running an hour and forty five minutes late, the kids were hungry, and the sun was beating down, tomorrow's promised cold front keeping the hot oppressive. The runway where they'd assembled the waiting family was jam packed, Mindy not the only hero coming home today, and their kids were not the only ones beginning to lose patience.
"Tell me the mood will change the minute the soldiers come off that plane," growled Drake.
"It'll change." Assuming the ten thousand pregnant women standing around didn't just spontaneously give birth.
"Okay. I'm holding you to that." Drake made a face as Maggie's hands went around his neck and strangled him.
Slayde snorted. Drake was just cranky because they'd been up late being pervy. It was kind of amazing.
Drake grabbed Maggie's hands and put them up on his head, wincing as she pulled at his hair. "Come on, Mindy. We need to see you."
The soldiers started coming off busses and the crowd immediately started moving forward, pressing. "Christian! You hold on to one of us the whole time."
"I've got him." Drake's hand grabbed up Christian's and his lover pressed closer to him, keeping them together.
Slayde searched the crowd, grinning as one family after another came together.
"This is cool," murmured Drake. "Like, really."
"Yeah. Yeah, it's the good part, coming home."
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" Christian was jumping next to Drake. "Where's Mommy?"
"We're looking, Christian." Drake was scanning
