One Day in October #3
“Good noise,” Luca purred. “Let’s see if we can make some more.”
Isaac arched is hips so Luca could pull his pajama pants and briefs off, and the cool air, coupled with Luca’s warm touch, made every brush of flesh shivery with sex.
The heat of Luca’s mouth as he took Isaac inside was enough for Isaac to close his eyes and groan, and for a moment, Isaac was content to let Luca take care of him, his mouth hot and wet, his hand firm, his every touch purposeful and delirious.
And then Luca breached him with a spit-slick finger, and he knew what real delirium was all about.
When Isaac was shaking with arousal, and so, so close to coming, Luca slid up his body and shoved gently at his thighs.
His cock at Isaac’s entrance was—as usual—almost scary big, but it was also welcome, and Isaac pushed against the intrusion, knowing he was relaxed enough to open for it, to engage and grip it as it slid into his body.
Ah! Gods, this never got old.
Luca started to move, and Isaac let out a small groan, not too loud, and then a louder one as Luca thrust faster and harder, their passion building, burning, and his need opening like a black hole in his gut.
A hole Luca was already filling.
Their rhythm changed, grew faster, brutally fast, and Isaac cried out again, louder, as Luca’s fucking took over his body, and for a moment he was lost in the chaos of sex, of cock and ass and come, until it erupted, blowing everything apart, Isaac’s body, his psyche, his soul.
Until he came to himself, Luca still lodged in his ass, their harsh breathing filling the air, and Isaac wondered vaguely how he’d managed to survive his clubbing years and ten years of marriage and still not know what sex was.
As his breathing slowed, he caught Luca’s soft laugh and smiled as he kissed the hollow of Luca’s neck, which he knew was sensitive.
“What?” Isaac asked shyly.
“You gonna say the word?” Luca asked, tilting his head back and thrusting again hopefully.
Isaac smiled, feeling smug. “The word?”
“Yeah, Isaac—what were we just doing?”
Isaac laughed softly. “Fucking, Luca. You were fucking me.”
“God yes.” Luca thrust again, and to Isaac’s surprise, he was growing harder. “And you fucked me back.”
Isaac grunted, and some of his own desire flooded back, his entire body open to it now, one big exposed sexual nerve, his reserve stripped away by open communication—and glorious fucking.
“Yeah, I did,” he said, moving against Luca, starting to crave their friction again in spite of his come-sloppy body.
Luca’s grin in the dark was sweetly diabolical, and Isaac’s cock started to harden even as their bodies resumed that thing, that thing, that glorious fucking thing that felt like their whole purpose right now.
“Wanna do it again?” Luca asked wickedly.
“Fuck away,” Isaac told him, shivers of need gaining traction in his stomach, his ass, his spine.
“Oh yeah.”
ISAAC DIDN’T say anything to Luca and Allegra, but Allegra’s birthday party was one of the biggest things he’d ever done.
He’d enlisted help—Jimmy Bob and his niece invited the friends from work and organized their food and drink, Roxy told him where he could call for a cake and delivery, Luca was responsible for setting Euclid up in Isaac’s room, away from all the people, and Marcelle and Sheryl were put in charge of making sure Allegra’s only job was to go to the bathroom and come back—and to relay to the other partygoers if things got too loud for Allegra and she had to nap in her room.
Allegra wasn’t an introvert, though—pregnant and tired, yes, but she was energized by all the people and held court in her favorite chair with her feet up, her knitting in her lap like a queen.
Sheryl and Marcelle brought her presents and sparkling cider, and her nonna sat on her left and entertained them all with charming stories of their senior home.
Luca and his guys spent part of the time giving tours through the house next door, which, after a final coat of paint that they planned to put on after Halloween, was looking more than ready for a resale flip, which would keep his grandparents financially stable for a very long time.
And Pop Pop had quietly promised Luca a bonus for his crew, who had all pitched in to help at one time or another.
He’d spent part of his life as an accountant, he’d told Luca solemnly while Isaac served him tea, but he remembered what working construction through school was like. He was very grateful for their help.
While the party commenced, Isaac manned the kitchen, making sure the food was staying covered if it wasn’t being eaten (which was rarely) or the dishes were being replaced if they were empty (which happened a lot, because Luca’s crew of construction guys and their wives ate a lot) and occasionally running back to the nursery to make sure Roxy or Brian was well-provided with food while they watched their children.
This time he found Brian sitting quietly in the rocking chair with Sparrow Anne on his shoulder, watching his younger two fondly while they played with giant Legos.
“You okay in here?” he asked softly, leaning against the door frame and taking in the scene.
“Yeah,” Brian said. “It’s almost nap time. I’ll settle everybody down and come out.” He glanced around and sighed. “I know it’ll be busy for a couple months after she has the baby, but honestly, I can’t wait until they all play together. Nobody tells you that kids are a blast, you know?”
Isaac nodded. “Yeah. I-I mean, Todd didn’t want them, but I was always so happy to be Uncle Isaac for your kids. I’m excited to get another chance.”
Brian gave him a sideways glance. “I’m going to butt into your business here, and you know I’ve stayed out of it the entire time you and Roxy have been friends.”
Isaac grunted, remembering when Brian had run him cookies and ice cream and had put it in his lap with a spoon instead of putting it in the kitchen and expecting Todd to get it for him.
“Of course,” he said blandly, and Brian’s mouth pulled in at the corners as he tried not to laugh at that.
“Todd was a dick,” Brian said. “Roxy doesn’t want to say it because you’re her friend and she wants to let you get all your feelings out on your own.
I can say it because I’m just the husband and nobody expects me to have an opinion.
But he was a dick. You’re a good guy, Isaac.
In fact, you’re an amazing guy. This is the part where a hetero chest-thumper would say, ‘If you weren’t gay, I’d be jealous,’ but you could be as hetero as I am—”
Isaac snorted, and Brian rolled his eyes but kept on talking.
“—and I’d still know you were too rock-solid to move in on somebody else’s partner.
You’re a good uncle—and you’d be a great dad.
And you and Luca are so nice. When you lived here with Todd, it was a really big house, but you came to visit us in our tiny one, and you looked happy.
Now? We come to visit you, and it’s a home.
You’ve got a good family here. This party is really wonderful.
I wish I’d thought to throw one for Roxy when she was pregnant with Falcon.
And you probably would have thought of it—I know you would have—but Todd wouldn’t have let you throw it here in spite of the fact that all your guys’ friends are your own coworkers.
So, uhm….” Brian petered to a stop. “That’s all I wanted to say, really.
Be happy. Enjoy the new baby. And the new sister. And the new guy. You deserve them all.”
Isaac stared at him, eyes burning. “And now you made me cry!” he accused, and to his surprise, Brian pulled him into a one-armed, baby-holding dad hug.
“My family is grateful for you,” Brian told him. “Be happy.” He pulled away to set Sparrow Anne in the porta crib, where she proceeded to bat at the baby toys inside. “And watch my kids while I go to the can and pretend this never happened.”
Brian scrammed, and Isaac looked down to see Justice standing in front of him, arms out.
“You want a hug, big guy?” Isaac asked, squatting to pull the boy up into his arms.
“Daddy gave you one,” Falcon Justice said. “So you need one.”
Isaac hugged the kid for a moment, and then he squirmed to be put down, and Patricia was in his place.
Isaac hugged her too, and then set her down, and she went to get one of the books from her mother’s crap bag (as Roxy called the diaper bag) so she could read it quietly in the toddler bed.
Isaac watched as she lay back and closed her eyes to sleep without prompting, as did the baby, and with a grumpy little “Humth” and a gentle push toward the bed next to his sister, so did Justice, and he thought about kids.
How when their parents were gentle, you could see it in their behavior.
They still got loud, sure, but they cried when somebody nearby raised their voice in anger.
They still hit, sure, but they stopped when asked nicely.
Little kids were desperate to please—gentle parents were pleased by gentle behaviors, and Roxy and Brian had some of the sweetest.
For the first time, Isaac thought about getting to help with Allegra’s baby, and how they could teach the baby kindness and joy and fun and gentleness.
And that quickly he wondered how parents could turn their backs on kids after taking that much care in their raising.
What did it take in a person’s heart to simply turn their back on a lovingly cared-for child?
What poison did somebody have to have nurtured to let a relationship that special be killed with just a word?
Isaac leaned against the door frame of what was, even now, a happy nursery, and wondered at the empty place in Luca’s and Allegra’s hearts to have that relationship yanked away.