Experiment 1.05 – Subjects Wilde, L. and Rhodes, N.
Title: Revenge Protocol Alpha/Beta
Deploying Grandparents and Garter Belts
Turns out Nix’s plan is even better when he follows Luca’s instincts.
He’d argued they hadn’t wanted to give the others too much time to get together and talk about it, and potentially blow their own prank (Leo) or worse, feel guilty about it and confess (Jamie) or corner them somewhere and convince them they wanted to play along because blowjobs are delicious (Gideon).
So Nix opens his phone and makes a call for reinforcements.
“Nix, my dear, how are you? How are my babies?”
“Mom, I need your help…”
“Of course. Did you finally think of divorcing Gideon?”
As if. They’re pre-destined mates. Fated in the stars. But every time she gets the chance, she still digs.
“You and the children may come to live with me. Antonio, you must move to the garage.”
Nix hears a “yes, my love” from the other end of the phone, and Nix chuckles. Luca rolls his eyes, too.
“No, Mom. We still love Gideon.”
“Alas, I knew you were going to say that. How else can I help you today? And how are you, Luca?”
How did she even know he was there?
“Good, thank you, Lauren.”
She sighs, put-upon, as she has asked him to call her “Mom,” but Luca told her quite plainly that until she could be nice to Gideon to his face, Luca preferred the formal address.
“Well, Luca and I have been the objects of a terrible prank. And we would like to–”
“Seek bloody revenge. Got it. We’ll be there by 6:00 PM for the babies. Will that give you enough time to prepare? Warn the wee ones of the schedule change?”
Luca claps silently.
“Thank you, Mom. That will be just enough time.”
“Goddess speed, my dears. See you then.” She disconnects so abruptly, Nix is reminded again of how much she is just like Gideon.
They spend a bit of time packing and then break the news to the kids, who, unsurprisingly, had an exuberant show of excitement. Their Costas grandparents are favorites. Especially since Grandpa-Artem has recently moved in with his new mates.
Nix is happy for his friend—everyone deserves to find love no matter their time of life, but Nix does not ask questions he does not want the answers to.
Well, not anymore—that first time was a doozie.
Nix and Luca are dropping the kids’ bags in the front hall two hours later when Jamie and Leo come back from a run.
“Hey! Is it Sunday already?” Jamie asks, and Nix has to make a concerted effort not to stare at the glistening shoulders and biceps on display. Oooh and those lats…
Yum.
Luca groans behind him, and Nix thinks he hears Luca’s jaw crack with the effort not to drop to his knees.
“No, Lauren called to see if they could have them for two nights. It’s supposed to rain Sunday, and they wanted to have them play outside on that new playground your dad had shipped from California.”
“Two nights?” Leo does a small fist pump.
Ah, hope springs eternal.
“What time are they arriving? I should go shower and spend some time with them since I’m not on tonight after all. Catch me later, yeah?”
He does those weird finger guns he’s picked up after Rowan told him all the cool kids are doing it.
They’re not.
Fricking-Rowan strikes again.
“They’re supposed to be here at 6:00 PM, so you know Frankie will arrive by 5:20.”
Leo nods and throws a thumb over his shoulder. “Right. Well, I should spend some time with them, too. But I need—”
“A shower,” both he and Luca say simultaneously.
“We know. But you go ahead. I missed lunch, and Luc and I–”
“Have plans. Right.” He smiles and kisses them both softly before making himself scarce.
“Whew. That was close.” Luca leans against the wall.
“You did good, baby. Almost there. Let’s get snacks and hide in my room until the Grands arrive. Then, after the minions go, it’s showtime.”
“I’m excited about that, too. Frick, I’m so hard.”
“Me too, but we can wait.” It’s more a mantra than it is a reassurance by now, because his bum is wet and his di–penis is hard with anticipation.
“If you say so. Let’s have nachos. I want to see Mission Impossible. Tom Cruise always kills my boner.”
Nix laughs and follows him into the pantry for some gummy bear-fortified restraint.
***
It wasn’t easy to wait, and not for the fiftieth time, Nix wonders if they weren’t shooting themselves in the di–er–penises to get revenge for a petty prank.
Penis-blocking themselves seemed a really stupid idea.
But after the kids leave, he and Luc spend an hour riling each other up in the shower (yes, the irony, Nix knows). But now, they’re ready.
Boy, are they ready.
“Fu-dge, Baby. You look so fudging good,” Nix whispers.
Luca had decided the occasion warranted the big guns.
If big guns could be considered a tiny little black bra that barely covered his nipples, and panties with stockings and a garter belt. The tiny bow accents are as red as Luca’s lipstick.
“I wish you weren’t so set on this foul language moratorium. I miss your potty mouth.”
“Yeah, well, you won’t think it’s great when our kids tell their school teacher to go fuck themselves.”
“Yeah, I fucking would. And better yet, so would Gideon. He’d fight for our kids’ right to curse, as long as they were respectful about it.”
Nix doesn’t argue the obvious point but checks his own outfit in the mirror.
He’s picked out a tiny pair of easy-access panties Gideon had left in his drawer just last week. They are already soaked for their trouble, but Nix hopes he won’t be wearing them for very much longer.
He’s paired them with a tiny, fitted crop top that allows his nipple piercings to show through, along with the thin chain Luca had attached not five minutes ago. It is two tiny links short of being a perfect fit, so it pulls his nipples taut, and they rub teasingly against the material.
“Fuck, those are so hot. If I didn’t like Gideon to do it when we fuck, I’d get some permanently,” Luca says reverently.
“You like them? The chain is a surprise. You could try weights, maybe? The piercing tech had some, and…if I weren’t thinking about another baby, I might get some.”
“Yeah, I love them. Wait—what?!” Luca shrieks.
“You know, my heat is coming soon, yeah? Maybe…” Nix shrugs.
It felt right, and all Nix needed to do was have a conversation with his prospective baby-daddy.
“Oh, my Goddess! Yeah! But let’s have an uneventful pregnancy this time, please.”
“Heck, yes. But first? Let’s blow some minds…et cetera.”
“Et cetera.” Luca giggles. “Hey.” He grabs Nix’s hand.
“Mmm?”
“Love doing this life with you.” Luca kisses him sweetly, just for them.
“Love doing everything with you.”
“Ready?”
He definitely is, and their mates aren’t going to know what hit them.