Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
“Pete. Pete.” Bay shook him a little, and he sat up with a startled look.
“What? What’s the matter?”
“It’s the baby. He won’t go back to sleep, and I don’t know what to do. He won’t stop crying.” Bay looked like he was going to start crying himself.
“Okay, okay. I’m coming. I’m coming.” He slipped out of bed, padding across the hall to the nursery where he found little Flynn just furious. “What’s wrong, baby? Does your—”
He checked the diaper and then ran one hand over Flynn’s belly, and oh it was tight and hard.
“Aw, somebody has gas. Here, Uncle Pete can help.” He picked the baby up, started rocking him where he stood, patting him gently, trying to encourage that bubble to let go. “If you just relax, buddy, if you just breathe, it’ll come out, and you’re gonna feel so much better.”
“Is this really all he needed?” Bay asked. “I woke you when all I had to do was bounce him?”
“Well, there’s a fifty percent chance he’ll either poop or puke when the air comes out…”
Bay made a grossed-out face. “I probably could have dealt with that,” he admitted, though.
The fart that sounded was like a bugle.
Bay’s lips tightened, then the laughter burst out of him, unstoppable.
Pete chuckled, kept on patting for a few more minutes until another gigantic poot sounded, then the baby just relaxed and started snoring. Just boom.
“And there you go, gas pains.” Pete shook his head. “I freaked the first few times that happened with Belle. I thought we were all going to go crazy. By number four, you know what it is.”
“Well, next time I will give that a go before I wake you up. So much for a peaceful night for you—sorry about that.” Bay looked honestly sheepish.
“No, no, it’s horrible when they’re in pain. It’s absolutely just awful. It’s panicking, especially if you don’t know what to do.”
“Yeah. I was worried there was something really bad wrong with him,” Bay admitted.
“I think you did great. You checked the important things—food, diaper, the next thing always is the belly, especially with this one. He has a lot of gas issues. That’s why we have to spend so much time making sure of his food—”
Bay wasn’t listening; Pete could tell. The man was just watching his mouth. Just staring. Like he was mesmerised. Bay licked his own lips.
He stared, shivering and needy.
“I…” Bay’s voice was thick, and the word hung on the air between them as they looked at each other, caught.
“I’m gonna have to go to bed. If I don’t, I’m gonna do something awful like kiss you.” Pete felt like he was going to cry.
“And I would do something equally awful, like kiss you back.” Bay closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked, and he knew he was going to cry. So he just ran.
He didn’t know how to stop thinking somebody was amazing.
Bay caught his arm before he made it to his bedroom, stopping him short. “We can’t keep doing this.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t try. You’re so amazing, and I don’t know how to stop. I think you’re amazing, and I can’t figure out how to stop wanting you.” There had to be something terribly wrong with him.
“I want you too, Pete. But I can’t make the first move. I pay you.”
“You can’t fire me. The Trust pays me. You can’t fire me. Doesn’t that count for something? Doesn’t that mean something?” Maybe he just needed to go to bed.
Bay nodded slowly. “It still feels like I shouldn’t make the first move. I could make the second, though.”
“You promise you won’t be mad?” He took a step forward.
“I won’t be mad. You’re making the first move—I’m not making you do it.”
“No. You’re not. I’m totally in to you.” He took another step, their bodies almost meeting.
He swore Bay took in a breath and held it, gaze on his lips again. The man didn’t move a muscle, though, waiting for him to make that first move.
He stepped right up, pushed in, and brought their lips together. Like a dam broke, Bay took hold of his head and cradled it, lips moving against his.
He whimpered, his entire body arching, trying to reach for Bay.
Bay’s tongue licked at his lips, tracing them before gently pushing between them.
All he could do was open up and moan, and he stepped up and wrapped his arms around Bay’s shoulders.
Bay groaned into his mouth, tongue slipping in behind the sound.
This was what he’d been dreaming about for weeks.
The kiss went on and on, Bay kissing him like it was the last kiss on earth and it was setting him on fire.
It occured to him they were standing in the hallway, devouring each other, so hungry. And any one of the kids could wake up at any second and come out and see them…
“Would… would you like to come to the bedroom—somewhere where there’s a door?”
“Doors are good,” Bay said, pupils huge and dark. “I mean yes.”
“Uh-huh. Me too. Come on.”
Bay followed him, one hand sliding along his back, down his spine. That caused lightning to shoot up and down, raising goosebumps along his skin.
Bay closed the door and didn’t waste any time turning him back around and taking his mouth again.
It felt absolutely necessary—to be tasted and focused on and wanted like this.
Even if this ended with just the kisses, they were good and hot and would be better than nothing. He didn’t want it to end with just kisses though. And it felt like Bay didn’t want that either.
He wasn’t used to leading the way, but right now, if he wanted it, he was going to have to. So he put one hand on Bay’s stomach.
Bay groaned for him and wrapped a hand around his back, tugging him in closer. He stepped right in, cuddling close, his toes curling at the heat that was building between them.
That encouraged Bay to wrap his other arm around him, too, both drifting down toward his ass.
Oh. He went up on tiptoe, his entire body going hard in a rush.
Grabbing his ass, Bay tugged him closer, and he couldn’t mistake what was poking him in the hip; parts of Bay were hard, too.
He rubbed harder, his lips dropping open on a gasp.
Bay invaded his mouth, tongue driving in deep. God, Bay very much wanted this too, that much was clear.
He dared to cup Bay’s prick, thumb working the shaft.
“Fuck.” The word pushed into his mouth as Bay’s hips bucked, pushing the hard cock into his hand.
He nodded and just gave in, his hand slipping into Bay’s pajamas, stroking good and hard.
“Fuck, yes.” Bay growled the words out, hips sawing away to meet the motions of his hands, fingers opening and closing on Pete’s ass.
It felt so good to know that Bay was into him, that they both needed this.
“Gonna be quick,” Bay warned, words breathless, fingers digging into his ass.
“Uh-huh. Been needing. Please.” He was ready.
Bay’s mouth closed over his again, and one hand slid from his ass to the front of his sleep pants, pushing into them to grab hold of his cock.
Oh. His eyes went wide, and he cried out, the sound pushing right into Bay’s mouth. He needed this more than he needed to breathe.
A real touch, a real hand, one that wasn’t his, one that he was overly fond of.
Bay echoed his movements, pulling on his cock like it was a mirror to the way he was working Bay.
“I need you.” He sobbed, closer than he wanted to be, given that Bay had started well before him.
Bay’s answer was to tug him harder, squeezing tight—almost pinching—at the tip. The move sent a zing through him that went straight to his balls.
He grabbed Bay’s cock and shot, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Oh fuck, smell you.” Then Bay groaned, long and low, hips jerking as he shot, too.
They swayed together, both of them, and he was dizzy and heavy. “Damn.”
“Uh-huh. Big-time damn.” Bay kept hold of him, keeping him close.
He didn’t know what to do now, but he was tired, and he wanted to sit down.
Now.
Bay leaned their foreheads togeher. “I don’t regret it,” Bay told him.
“Me either. I like you.” He liked Bay a lot.
“Thank god for that or this would really suck.” Bay leaned back against his door. “I would like to do it again, though. Specifically with you. But the second you decide it’s not welcome, you tell me and I will back off and do my best not to make it weird.”
“Ditto. I promise not to be awful. I want… you.”
“I think it’s pretty clear I want you, too. I’m still worried this might blow up in our faces, but we can’t put this particular genie back in the bottle, so…” Bay gazed right into his eyes. “You want to try that again and maybe go a little slower this time?”
“I’d love to. Come to bed?” His bed wasn’t huge, but it was big enough.
Bay took a couple steps before he stopped. “Does the door lock?”
“It does—it’s necessary—in case…” He made the universal jack-off motion.
“Good deal.” Bay turned and locked the door, affording him a view of that ass in soft pjs.
He moaned. He couldn’t help it. Bay was just beautiful. Bay made him feel skinny and small, but it was okay.
Bay turned back to him and licked his lips. “Look at you.”
“Yeah? You don’t think I’m just...” He shook his head. Now was not the time for this nonsense.
Bay frowned. “I don’t think you’re just anything. You’re sexy, good looking.”
“Oh.” He grinned, but he didn’t know where to look, what to say, so he just held his arms open, offering Bay space on the bed.
Bay stripped and joined him, sliding into his covers. “Hi.”
“Hi, that was hot. I’d love to do it again.” He figured that was clear enough.
“Ditto.” Bay looked awkward for about half a second, then cupped Pete’s face and kissed him.
Pete cuddled in, rubbing their bodies together. Loving how it felt with them, both bare. Legs, bellies, cocks, chests. It was magic.
Groaning, Bay slid a hand from his cheek down his body, fingers teasing along the way.
He mirrored the motion, loving the way that he felt Bay’s touch just like he felt Bay’s body.
“Been so long,” Bay murmured, nibbling at his lips.
“It’s hard to believe. You’re so beautiful.”
Bay shrugged. “Not a lot of time for it. And I’m not, but thank you.”
“I think you are.” He took another kiss and another and his cock began to pay attention again.