Thomas vs Beverly - Mulvaney Fic - Part 2. (Patreon)

This is probably garbage. Unedited by anyone other than me and my french fried brain so read cautiously. At one point I just randomly switch

This is probably garbage. Unedited by anyone other than me and my french fried brain so read cautiously. At one point I just randomly switched from past to present tense. This med is fucking me up, y'all. Thanks for being patient with me.

Aiden

Thomas paced the large kitchen, phone in his hand, a disgruntled look on his handsome face. Aiden was willing to bet it was one of the kids. Thomas only had that pained expression over his sons or his clients and he was retired…well, retired adjacent. Each week, Aiden convinced him to hand over more and more responsibility to Noah. But his husband was a bit of a control freak so it was slow going. 

Aiden didn’t make his presence known right away, peering around the corner stealthily. Was it a little creepy watching his husband without his knowledge, yes. Did that stop him? No. It would be rude to interrupt his phone call when he could just thirst after him from afar. Thomas Mulvaney was the sexiest man Aiden had ever seen in the four plus decades he’d been alive. 

And he was all Aiden’s.

He’d woken up alone. No Thomas. No Theo. The bed cold where Thomas and the baby had lay snuggled together—Theo passed out on Thomas’s chest—was cold to the touch, telling Aiden he’d been gone a while. He checked the nursery cam and saw Cricket and Thomas exchanging Theo. Aiden must have slept through her call. 

He’d been expecting Cricket, but not the museum-like silence of the house. Usually on a weekday, the housekeepers and the chef were bustling around the house, laughing and joking with each other or Thomas. But not today. Today the mansion was a ghost town. Had Thomas dismissed the staff for the day? 

Aiden’s dick took notice at the thought. Tommy loved the house, but the amount of people it took to run it was a drag. There was no way to be totally comfortable in a house that took up a city block. It was too big for the three of them, but it was the family home, he would never leave it and Aiden would never ask him to do so. 

But, for today at least, Aiden had his husband, and their house, all to himself. 

Thomas was dressed in the same clothes he’d napped in, a pair of gray joggers that perfectly hugged his ass and Aiden’s pale blue t-shirt with a faded forest printed across the front. It was from a pub that had been a ten minute drive from Aiden’s former cabin. They’d served the best breakfast in the whole state and at night, they drew a crowd of their unique twists on pub games. He’d won that t-shirt on a drunken night with Lola where they’d played bingo called by a drag queen. 

Even though the shirt hugged Aiden like a second skin, it was slightly too big on Thomas, emphasizing his smaller frame. The shirt still looked better on Thomas than it ever had on him, even with the slightly stretched collar and the holes in the seams. It brought out the color of his eyes perfectly. 

His husband was in excellent shape. He spent a lot of time in the gym. But Aiden was just naturally broader, a combination of genetics and labor intensive hobbies that required him lifting heavy objects frequently. He’d never admit it, but he liked that his husband was smaller than him. It made him easier to toss around. And Aiden loved how Thomas melted whenever Aiden took control. 

Tommy always joked about being old and frail, teasing that Aiden would break him someday, but Thomas was anything but fragile. The man still got up at five in the morning to jog seven miles. When he wasn’t lifting weights in the gym, he was doing yoga, an activity that made him quite bendy. Even now, Thomas regularly made the top 100 sexiest fill-in-the-blank lists. Top 100 sexiest billionaires, moguls, philanthropists…He’d only been knocked off one list in three decades. 

Sexiest bachelor. 

Not anymore. 

Much to many, many people’s dismay. 

“Three percent?! Three? As in the number after two? Did you tell Gerald he could eat a bag of dicks?” 

Aiden bit his lip at his husband’s indignant words. People used many words to describe Thomas. Calm. Cool. Collected. Ruthless, but fair. They had no idea how dramatic he was, how the slightest little thing could put him in a mood, how he often lamented about how his children were all going to drive him into an early grave. How often Aiden had to talk him off a ledge when it came to protecting those very same—very adult—children.

Noah’s voice came through the speaker, a bit muted but easily identifiable, his tone matching Thomas’s. “I mean, not in those exact words, no. But I did tell them not to come back until they get serious and that we don’t like having our time wasted with bullshit offers.” 

“And you gave them all three proposals?” Thomas said, sounding a bit mystified at how Gerald—whoever he was—came at them with such a lowball offer. 

“Of course, I did. This isn’t my first day.” There was a pause before Noah hesitantly said, “Do you not trust me or something?”

Where Thomas was dramatic, Noah was sensitive...and dramatic. Aiden had never seen someone who could be so vicious one minute, and so devastated the next. It was fascinating. And it worked. He watched as his husband—like every other member of the family—folded like a cheap lawn chair, his voice softening as he said, “Of course, I do.” He sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “I’m just still not used to letting you do all the heavy lifting. This is a lot of responsibility for someone your age.” 

Noah scoffed, but sounded slightly mollified. “You were way younger than me when you had to take over the company.” 

Thomas’s steady pacing faltered. Point for Noah. 

“I had help,” Thomas countered weakly.

“So do I. An entire building full, even,” Noah countered, exasperated.

Thomas opened his mouth and then shut it, shoulders deflating as he realized Noah had him in checkmate. He’d met his match in Noah, for sure. The kid had almost as much pull with him as Aiden did. Thomas loved all his children equally. He truly did. Aiden didn’t doubt that for a second. But the love he had for their spouses was different. He considered each of them his children as well. But children with feelings. He tried to act accordingly, nurturing those relationships diligently. 

“You’re right. Of course, you’re right…I’m trying,” Thomas said. 

But it was no secret that his soft spot for Noah went far deeper than any of them could truly understand. Even Noah. Something about the boy reminded Thomas of himself. It was plain to anyone who saw the two interact. It made Aiden’s heart ache when he thought about it. 

Tommy had been through so much. Noah too. They both deserved to have this…connection. 

Aiden finally gave up his hiding spot and walked into the kitchen, his need to touch winning out over his covert spying. Thomas startled as Aiden closed the distance between them, plastering his chest to Thomas’s back. He recovered quickly, craning his head back to drop a kiss on his cheek, before Noah won back his attention. 

“I know,” Noah said. “I think he’ll come back with a real offer. They all think they can take advantage of me because I look like I’m-” 

“Eight?” Aiden supplied over Thomas’s shoulder. 

Thomas swatted blindly behind him in the vicinity of Aiden’s ass, then sagged his weight against him, the heat of his body calming Aiden almost as much as it stirred him. He gave a low groan, pulling his ass back against his hips letting him feel how hard he was. 

Thomas shivered. 

Noah sucked his teeth. “I was going to say new.” 

“Sorry,” Aiden said, not sorry at all. 

He trailed kisses along the side of Thomas’s throat, biting down until he hissed. “What was that?” Noah asked,his concern evident. 

Thomas opened his mouth to answer just as Aiden dropped his hand to palm over his half-hard cock, causing him to exhale a harsh breath. 

Aiden squeezed, then slid his hand up under his shirt, ghosting his fingers over his skin the way he liked. 

“What? I-I don’t know,” Thomas said to Noah, distracted. 

Aiden wrapped a hand loosely around Thomas’s throat, tipping his head to the side to loudly suck a mark into the sensitive skin just behind his ear. “I want you,” he rasped, keeping his voice low. 

Thomas once more reached behind him, fingers spasming on Aiden’s thigh as he pulled him closer, grinding his ass against his aching cock. Whether Thomas knew it or not, he’d been edging Aiden since that morning and he was officially calling the game. 

“Hang up the phone,” Aiden rumbled directly into his ear. “Or I’ll fuck you and they can listen.” 

Thomas released a stuttered breath as Aiden slipped his hand past his loose sweats to wrap a hand around his length, stroking him lazily. If Aiden angled his head just right over Thomas’s shoulder he could see the wet spot on his joggers and the rigid peaks of his nipples through the thin shirt material. He was so sensitive. It was so easy for Aiden to bring him to his knees. 

When Thomas didn’t do as Aiden demanded, he plucked the phone from his fingers. 

“Noah, I’m sure you’ve got a handle on this. Tommy and I have plans. If there’s any family drama, skip us on the phone tree.” 

“Unless someone’s hurt,” Thomas interrupted, still a bit breathless. 

Aiden rolled his eyes. “Unless someone’s catastrophically injured,” he corrected. “Like, there better be a life support machine involved. My husband owes me some alone time.” 

Aiden sank his teeth into the skin on the nape of his neck watching as goosebumps erupted along his skin. Thomas couldn’t stifle the needy sound that left his throat. 

Noah’s responding whine matched his tone and pitch, though not his intent. “Ew. You guys are doing sex stuff, aren’t you?” Before Aiden could tell him that was none of his business, he said, “Nevermind. I don’t even know why I asked. I don’t want to know.” 

Aiden snorted. “I said we’d planned some time alone. You’re the one who brought up our sex life.” He  tightened his fist around his husband’s cock, stroking faster just to hear the hitch in his breathing and feel his fingers digging into Aiden’s thigh. “You do that a lot. Seems you’re the one thinking about our sex stuff. Why is that? Adam just not doing it for you anymore? Are you bored? Maybe you guys need another shelter dog?” 

Noah gasped like a kid who’d just spotted Santa Claus. “Adam, can we-” 

“Oh, fuck you, step-douche,” Adam hollered from somewhere far from wherever Noah stood. “If we end up at the shelter looking at dogs tomorrow, I’m buying Theo a dozen fucking mini-ponies.” 

Aiden pushed his fingers up into Thomas’s hair, yanking until he hissed, letting him pull his head back so he could press open-mouthed kisses to his jaw, his cheek, anywhere the awkward angle let him explore. 

“Okay, I think we should end the call before animals start arriving in droves,” Thomas said. “If the The 12 Days of Christmas has taught us anything, it's that too many animals will ruin a perfectly good romance.” 

“Good night,” Noah said, now sounding equally distracted, likely daydreaming about his new dog rescue. 

Thomas rubbed his cheek against Aiden’s. “Night, kids.” 

“Have fun with the new puppy,” Aiden called. 

He disconnected before either of them could prolong the conversation any further, putting the phone on silent then setting it screen down. Thomas reached for the phone, but Aiden trapped his arm behind his back. 

“What if there’s an emergency with Theo?” he said, worry causing his eyes to crinkle at the corners. 

“Then they’ll call my phone.” 

He spun Thomas in his arms, slanting his mouth over his before he could offer up any more protests, his kiss immediately demanding. “You were supposed to wake me up when you got up,” he said against his lips. 

Thomas answered him between kisses, his hands grabbing at Aiden’s shirt, fingers curling into the fabric like he was afraid he might escape. “Cricket came to pick up Theo so I walked her out, then I came downstairs and dismissed the housekeepers. I was going to surprise you back in bed, but Noah called. I didn’t want to bother you with work talk. I figured I could sneak back into bed before you noticed I was missing.” 

Aiden walked him backwards until his back hit the island. “I have twenty years of untreated trauma from you disappearing on me. Wake me up when you leave.” 

Aiden dipped his head, licking and sucking another mark, this one directly over his Adam’s apple.

 “Sorry, baby,” Thomas murmured. 

Aiden’s chest ached at the sincerity in his voice. He’d said it as a joke, but there was truth in jest. No matter how many nights they spent together, when he woke up alone—with no explanation—some deep, dark part of him worried Tommy and Theo were gone, finally abandoning him for good. Aiden tried not to burden him with those irrational thoughts. Thomas already spent most days swimming in his guilt. Aiden wouldn’t add to that just because of his own insecurities. 

Life had been hard enough for Thomas. 

Aiden gripped his hips, kissing him once more, sucking the taste of mint toothpaste off his tongue. Thomas grabbed Aiden’s shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it onto the floor, before crashing their mouths together once more, hands kneading the muscles of his back, before slipping lower to cup his ass. 

“Well now that you have me all to yourself, what are you going to do to me?” Thomas asked, breaking free to kiss Aiden’s chest, his clavicle, whatever skin happened to land beneath his lips. 

“I was going to take you upstairs and fuck you in front of the mirror, but now that I know the house is totally empty…I fuck you right here,” Aiden said. Thomas pulled back, looking so adorably scandalized, Aiden had to bite back a laugh. “What? We can do it on the conference table in the war room and the study, but the kitchen counter is a step too far?” 

“I just…its so…” Thomas looked around. “Exposed.” 

Aiden spun him back around, pressing his hips into the counter, placing a hand between his shoulder blades, pushing until his chest was against the cool marble. “Not for nothing, but I like you…exposed.”

“But what if-”

Aiden cut him off. “If I told people how conservative Mr. Fuck Around and Find Out Thomas Mulvaney truly was, they’d never believe me.” 

Thomas was breathing heavy, the cheek and ear he could see flushed. “It’s conservative to worry about fucking in the kitchen? Where people eat? In a house where people just show up anytime they want?” He managed, breathless. “Besides, we don’t have any-anything we might need.” 

Aiden chuckled, scraping his teeth along his shoulder blade before latching on, only releasing the skin when Thomas hissed, jerking his ass back against Aiden’s hard cock. “So rough.” 

Aiden licked over the marks. Maybe Asa was right about the biting thing. It did feel a little primal, like he was claiming him, owning him. “You want me to be gentle?” 

There was a long pause, then, “No.” 

“That’s what I thought.” 

“What if one of the kids comes by?” Thomas whispered even as he was once more taunting Aiden by rubbing his ass against him in a way that was causing him to lose patience with his husband’s game of twenty questions. 

He sighed and pulled his phone free, thumbing over the chat before hitting record even as he groped him. “Anyone who comes to the main house in the next three hours should be prepared to be scarred for life.”

Thomas craned his head to gawk at him. “Three hours?” 

Aiden laughed knowing the voice note had picked up Thomas’s indignant squawk,  “If you don’t heed this warning, that’s on you.” 

Thomas thumped his head on the counter. “You sent that to the family group chat, didn’t you.” 

Instantly notifications went crazy. Aiden switched his phone to vibrate then watched it dance across the wide countertop. “Yup.” 

“Christ.” 

“Now can I fuck you in our kitchen?” Aiden asked, hands already pushing down Thomas’s sweatpants. 

“Have I ever been able to stop you?” Thomas grumped. 

“Do you want to stop me?” Aiden whispered, swiping his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the precum across the wet tip.

Thomas leaned back against him with a low moan. “No.” 

Aiden loved that nobody else got to see him like this. The whole world knew the polished, polite, fierce, intelligent Thomas Mulvaney. But Aiden got the desperate, shy and sometimes downright whiny version of him. The one he showed to nobody else. 

Even when they weren’t together, the thing that had always remained was Thomas leaning on him and him alone. Had it been fair? No. Had it been gut-wrenching? Yes. Would Aiden trade it for something else if it meant losing the life they had now? Never. 

“I love when you get all needy. Such a big baby. Do you want me to just take what I want and stop asking you questions?”

Thomas nodded. “Please.” 

Aiden growled against his shoulder as he grabbed the hem of Thomas’s shirt. “Lift your arms.” 

As soon as Thomas’s shirt was off, Aiden kissed his way down his back, cock throbbing at the feel of his husband’s warm skin beneath his lips. He dropped to his knees, dragging Thomas’s pants and underwear down to his ankles. Aiden groaned as he palmed the globes of Thomas’s ass, kissing his back dimples, then sinking his teeth into his ass cheek. 

Thomas looked back at him with a frown. “What’s with you today? You’re so bitey. Do I need to get you a muzzle?” 

Aiden smirked up at him, scraping his teeth along Thomas’s fleshy hip, then latching on until Thomas hissed, glowering at him.  Aiden slapped his ass hard, then admired the perfect handprint on his fair skin. “You said I could take what I want. You also said you wanted it rough.” Aiden scraped his nails along Thomas’s thighs. “Do we finally need that safe word, baby?” 

Thomas shuddered, gazing down at him beneath hooded lids. ”Just don’t leave any marks where the kids can see them. We’ll never hear the end of it.” 

Aiden caught his gaze even as he spread him open, licking a broad stripe across his hole. “I think we’re safe,” he teased, returning to his meal. “Fuck I haven’t gotten to do this in so long,” he said against his skin. 

Aiden knew every part of Thomas, there was not a single part of his body he hadn’t mapped with his hands, lips, teeth and tongue. He knew every dip, every line, every crease, every crevice and yet it never got old. He could never get enough of this, enough of him. The way he tasted, the sounds he made…it just did it for him. 

He was already so hard, his cock rubbing against the fabric of his pants, only adding to his desperate need to manhandle his husband. Thomas was already breathing heavily, pushing himself back against Aiden’s tongue. He pulled away, digging his fingers into the flesh of his ass, then letting go, watching his fingerprints slowly disappear before kissing all over his cheeks. 

Thomas made an impatient sound, dropping his forearms on the counter and putting his face in his hands. “Aiden…” 

“What?” he said innocently, licking over his husband’s ass like a cat, coating the globes with his saliva until his lips and cheeks were wet, then dropping his hand between his own legs to squeeze his throbbing erection. It would be so easy to just work him open with his fingers and fuck into him. He knew Thomas would moan just as loudly, but Aiden planned on enjoying this sudden unexpected freedom of an empty house. 

“You…please…” Thomas managed, opening his legs a little more. 

Aiden loved it when he could reduce him to a quivering, desperate mess. 

“Please what?” He taunted, pulling him open and blowing on his entrance, watching him clench. 

“Aiden,” Thomas warned. 

When Aiden didn’t heed his warning, Thomas reached back, knotting his fingers in Aiden’s hair and pushing his face where he wanted it. Aiden laughed, finally giving in. He scraped the flat of his tongue over his rim, earning a harsh exhalation. Aiden’s dick hung heavy and neglected between his legs, but it didn’t matter. Thomas’s pleasure is his own. He loved knowing he could make him feel that good. 

Thomas kept pushing back on him, trying to get Aiden to give him more, but he was addicted to the sounds Thomas was making. Every flick, every swirl of his tongue dragged another whine from him. He took advantage of the rare time to themselves, licking, sucking, even biting. When Thomas’s hand migrated towards his cock, Aiden pulled back to bite him on the ass once more, earning a near yelp from him. He soothed the teeth marks, then kissed the wound as an apology. 

“No touching, I don’t want you coming too quickly.” 

“If you don’t do something soon, I’m just going to finish myself off,” he threatened, tone grumpy and tinged with pleading. 

His legs were shaking. 

Aiden forced the point of his tongue against Thomas’s hole, groaning when his rim gave easily, letting him fuck his tongue inside. “I can’t help it. You just taste so fucking good.” 

“I need you inside me.” 

Aiden ignored him, continuing to tongue fuck him until every stroke of his tongue had him moaning like a whore.

After a long moment, he pulled back, staring at his twitching hole. “You’re awfully relaxed…” he pulled back to gaze up at his husband. “Did you finger yourself open in the shower earlier?” 

Thomas flushed. “You said we were going to…so I just figured I’d save you the trouble.” 

Aiden bit him once more, then stood, swatting him on the ass again. “Well, aren’t you so helpful,” he said, walking to the stove where they kept an obscene amount of olive oils—some more expensive than Thomas’s shoes—choosing the one he knew was the purest. 

Thomas looked over his shoulder, standing awkwardly with his pants still around “What are you doing?” 

Aiden sauntered back over, making a show of rubbing the olive oil on his fingers. He pulled Thomas against him, slipping his hand between his cheeks, pressing two digits inside slowly. “Improvising.” 

Thomas pushed rhythmically back on Aiden’s fingers. “Improvise faster. I’ve been waiting all day for this.” 

Aiden curled his fingers as they dragged along his inner walls, earning a stuttered breath, then a whimper as he massaged his prostate. Aiden wrapped an arm around Thomas’s waist when it seemed like he could no longer hold his weight.  

“You’re the one who decided we needed a nap when you got home,” he chided as he he fucked his fingers inside roughly, twisting with each pass until Thomas was gripping the counter and biting back desperate little sounds. “You’re the one who ditched me for a work call instead of coming back to bed once we had the house to ourselves.” 

“You really do get off on torture, huh?” Thomas managed. 

Aiden chuckled softly, pressing his fingers against that tiny bundle of nerves until his husband cried out. “You have no idea. Want another or are you ready?” 

“Fuck me, already,” Thomas demanded, then seemed to think better of it. “Please?” 

Aiden’s fingers slipped free so he could push his own pants and underwear out of the way, biting back a groan when his fist closed around his own cock to spread the makeshift lube. He’d be lucky if he didn’t come in ten seconds, he could feel that tingle at the base of his spine, his anticipation turning every small touch into something near orgasmic

He pressed Thomas’s chest into the counter, rubbing the head of his painfully hard cock along the cleft between his cheeks, biting back a moan each time it caught on his rim. “I should make you beg for it. I don’t hear you say please nearly enough,” he rasped in his ear.

He expected a protest, but instead Thomas started to babble. “Please? Please, Aiden. I need it. I need you. Just-” 

Aiden slammed into him before he could complete his sentence, tearing a shocked gasp from Thomas that almost disguised his own low moan. “That better?” 

“It would be if you’d move,” Thomas sulked. 

Aiden swatted his ass again, weirdly addicted to the sound and the jiggle, especially now that he was feeling both from the inside. He gripped his hips tight enough to bruise, starting out at a brutal pace until Thomas was making these breathy little uh-uh-uh sounds each time Aiden bottomed out. It was making him crazy. “This what you wanted?” Aiden grunted, mouthing over his shoulder. “This hard enough? Deep enough? Want more?” 

“I always want more,” he confessed. “Every day. All the time. Fuck, I would spend every day in bed with you if we didn’t have any other responsibilities.” 

Aiden slid a hand into Thomas’s messy now sweat damp hair. “Yeah?” He kissed him before he could answer, fucking his tongue into his mouth in time with his thrusts. “Fuck you feel so fucking good, I’m not going to last.” 

“Me either,” Thomas panted. 

Aiden pulled Thomas against him, gripping his cock with his free hand, stroking him just the way he liked. He could feel his body clenching around him, could time it to the tiny moans leaving Thomas’s mouth each time Aiden nailed that tiny bundle of nerves. Aiden’s own release was building with each thrust until he found it hard to think about anything else but the way he’d feel when he finally bred his husband. 

He couldn’t take much more. He could feel it building, the low current rapidly turning into an electrical storm in his blood. How could anything feel this good? Thomas cried out, spilling over Aiden’s hand, clenching around him in a way that made his brain fuzzy and threw his hips off rhythm. 

Aiden worked him through his release until he was flinching away from his touch. With Thomas taken care of Aiden fucked him like he’d wanted, working as deep as he could with sharp, grinding strokes that had Thomas flinching each time he bottomed out. Aiden’s orgasm punched from his body unexpectedly, emptying himself inside Thoas before collapsing onto his back, both of them breathing heavily.

“It would have been way less cleanup if we’d done this in the bedroom…with a condom,” Thomas muttered, stirring beneath him. 

“Yeah, but not nearly as hot.” 

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who’s going to have cum running out of his ass the whole way up the stairs.” 

“You want me to clean it up for you?” Aiden asked, sliding a hand between his cheeks, tracing his rim where it stretched taut around him. Finally, he pulled out, replacing his spent cock with his fingers, fucking his cum back into his loose hole. “You usually get all grumpy when I try it.” 

“That’s because you use your tongue.” 

“My tongue was just down there. I didn’t hear you protesting then,” he taunted, pressing on Thomas’s oversensitive prostate, making him jump. 

“You hadn’t finished then.” 

“‘Finished’” Aiden echoed with a laugh. “Who cares if I’ve already come inside you? It’s my cum. It would seem kind of hypocritical if I made you swallow but couldn’t tolerate the taste myself, no?” 

“Aiden,” Thomas said, his name like a warning. 

A tone Aiden rarely heard, at least not since he was a teenager. It was wrong on so many levels how horny that tone made him. 

He sighed. “Fine.” 

He helped his husband clean himself up and right both their clothing, then grabbed his phone. Before he could stop him, Thomas snatched it, reading the messages in the brother’s and others group chat. The one Thomas was not in. The one Aiden was only still in because they knew if they wanted something out of Thomas, Aiden was the gatekeeper. 

Aiden read over Thomas’s shoulder. They’d clearly gotten his voice memo. 

Adam: What the fuck, man. TMI. You already over-shared today. 

Felix: Three hours seems a bit intense for guys your age, no? 

Avi: Don’t want dad breaking a hip. 

Noah: Yeah, dad sounded kind of stressed in that voice message. 

Zane: He wasn’t stressed, he was horny. 

Asa: Why are you saying that with such confidence? 

Zane: Because there’s a line between stressed and horny and being married to you has me using that line like a jump rope. 

Archer: Can I leave this chat?

Calliope: You can try but I’ll just add you back, just like Aiden. 

Mac: Uh, what did I miss? 

Noah: The death of my innocence. 

August: I’m pretty sure Adam took care of that a day after he met you. 

Lucas: Can’t Aiden see all this?

Adam: I fucking hope so. I hope it kills his boner. I hope he can’t get it up for a week. That fucker is the reason we’re getting another dog. 

Asa: Another dog?!

Avi: Another dog?!

Noah: Adam’s being mean. (puppy eye emoji)

August: What? How?

Archer: What’s he doing? I can be there in five hours or less if you need me to kick his ass. 

Noah: He said I could only get one other dog but then I saw these two. Look at them! They need a forever home and nobody will adopt them because they’re a bonded pair. Tell him that Dexter and Sadie need siblings. 

Adam: Tell my husband that we don’t have room for two more dogs. They’re going to kick us out of our loft. There’s a two pet policy. 

August: Just be an adult and buy a real house already. 

Noah: OMG. Yes! Please. Please. Pleassssssssssssseeeeeeeeee. If we had a house we could have a yard and the puppies could play. And the kids too when they come to visit. 

Adam: What the fuck. How has dad getting his dick wet turned into me having four dogs, a yard to mow and a fucking mortgage?

Aiden took the phone from Thomas, giving him an evil smile. 

Thomas arched a brow. “I don’t like that look on your face.” 

“Just clearing up a little something,” Aiden said, his face the picture of innocence. 

Aiden: It was my dick that was wet, actually. Happy house hunting. 

Avi: Sent all laughing emojis

Asa: Sent all crying emojis

Felix: snort

Zane: That’s kind of hot. 

Lucas: I’m going to bed.

August: We’re in bed. 

Lucas: Fine, I’m going to sleep. 

Thomas took the phone from Aiden and slipped it into his pocket. “Come take a bath with me. Then we can order food and catch up on House of Dragons.” 

Aiden made a whining sound. “Can’t we watch Bridgerton, instead?” 

Thomas side-eyed him. “Don’t you dare act like you don’t love all the torture porn.” 

“There’s torture and then there’s what they do in that show…it gives me nightmares.” 

“You’re getting soft in your old age,” Thomas teased, as they started up the stairs.

Aiden scoffed. “I’ll show you soft, old man. Give me twenty minutes and I’ll bury myself right back in there.” 

Thomas arched his brow. “Promises, promises.” When Aiden gave him a look, Thomas said, “I could just fuck you?” 

“Then can we watch Bridgerton?” Aiden countered.

Thomas sighed. “We can watch Bridgerton…first.”