Reindeer Riding Championships - Part duex. A Core Four Mini-Fic. (Patreon)

THIS IS A CORE FOUR POLY FIC. THERE IS SWAPPING. IF THIS IS GOING TO CAUSE YOU ANY KIND OF DISTRESS, FEEL FREE TO SKIP IT. I WON'T BE OFFEND

THIS IS A CORE FOUR POLY FIC. THERE IS SWAPPING. IF THIS IS GOING TO CAUSE YOU ANY KIND OF DISTRESS, FEEL FREE TO SKIP IT. I WON'T BE OFFENDED. PLEASE DON'T LEAVE NEGATIVE COMMENTS ON THIS POST BECAUSE ITS NOT YOUR THING. THANKS.

This one got out of hand. Way longer than intended. Hope you enjoy. Unbeta'd/unedited.

Felix

Zane had the softest lips. They fit perfectly against Felix’s. He always opened so beautifully beneath him, letting Felix swallow every breathy sigh and gasp as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Sometimes they left their clothes on and just made out like they were two high school kids in the backseat of a car, other times, they slowly stripped each other down and mapped each other's bodies with their hands and mouths. Every now and again, they’d tear at each other frantically, using each other while Felix whispered dirty things in Zane’s ear until he came with the prettiest shocked little cry. 

It was easy to fall into Zane’s arms, second nature by now. This time of night belonged to the two of them. After the kids were finally asleep, where they could just take the time to just…be. Some nights, the guys were out on a job for Thomas, others they would walk around ‘securing the house’. It was only by accident that they’d learned that ‘securing the house’ was code for making themselves scarce with the baby monitor so Zane and Felix could have some privacy. 

They were good about giving them space even though it was something neither of them had ever expected or asked for. With Asa and Avi, sex was always raw, visceral, all teeth and tongue, frantic and needy. It was hot, so hot that Felix had come more than once just thinking about it. But this was nice, too. Stripping each other down slowly, watching Zane fall apart on his fingers or feeling him come down his throat. When they were together like this, Zane was so vocal, whispering to Felix how he was beautiful, perfect even, his body worthy of worship. 

Tonight was no different. The boys had disappeared with the monitor shortly after Oscar and West were asleep, leaving Felix and Zane in the large spare bedroom. Their clothes had come off over the course of the hour, leaving them fully naked in the large bed. Zane lay beside him, their tongues lazily exploring each other’s mouths, his hand curved possessively around Felix’s hip, whose thigh sat between Zane’s. 

Felix never imagined sex would be this…easy. This freeing. It was crazy to him that he got to have this every day. That he got to have Zane and Avi and—to a slightly lesser extent—Asa every day. It was something he’d never expected with his level of anxiety, but he felt one hundred percent safe with them. 

Felix sucked on Zane’s tongue, swallowing the whiny sound that came from the back of his throat. It was one of his favorite noises. Zane was such a needy, desperate little thing when he was naked and wanting. He had no shame. He would beg, whine, pout…whatever got him the attention he needed. The way Zane wanted him was addictive. To have someone who trusted him enough to just beg and plead and cry beneath him. 

Felix could feel Zane hot and hard against his hip. He broke their kiss to bite at the shell of Zane’s ear. “Somebody’s already worked up. I can feel how much you're already leaking. Is the idea of riding Avi turning you on that much?” 

“You’re turning me on that much,” Zane whined, words a little mushy from the alcohol he’d consumed. “Avi is a nice bonus though.” 

Felix dipped his tongue between Zane’s lips again, breath hitching when he bit Felix almost timidly. “Feisty.” 

“Horny,” Zane countered as Felix bit down on his lower lip and tugged. His filter melted away under Felix’s kisses until he was just babbling out whatever filthy thoughts came to mind. “I want to be filled up,” he mumbled into Felix’s mouth. “I want to be fucked so hard I feel it my stomach for the rest of the week. I want them to get me pregnant.” 

Felix laughed softly at Zane’s candor, pulling back to look at his hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. He was always much more forthcoming about his wants when he had a little liquid courage in his bloodstream. 

Felix pushed him onto his back, settling between his thighs, then splaying a hand over Zane’s flat belly.  “If Asa had the ability to knock you up, he’d keep you barefoot and pregnant 24/7 like some 1950’s housewife.” 

“Yeah,” Zane sighed wistfully. “It would be so nice.” 

Felix snorted, nosing Zane’s head to the side to kiss along his jaw. “Are you really okay with Avi fucking you?” 

Zane moaned, baring more of his throat for Felix to explore. So he did. He pressed his lips to the fingerprint-shaped bruises on his throat, the bite mark that was now a permanent scar on his shoulder, the hickey Avi had sucked onto Zane’s clavicle just last night while Asa had his legs in the air. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, sounding a little far away, fingers spasming in Felix’s thick hair when he licked over a pert nipple. 

“You would be violating your own rule,” Felix reminded him, sinking his teeth into his peck until Zane hissed in pain, teasing the tight peak with his tongue, then his teeth until he was squirming. “You were pretty adamant once upon a time that you didn’t want any dick inside you but Asa’s.” 

“That was a long time ago,” Zane said. “It’s different now.” 

“How?” Felix asked, dipping to give his other nipple the same treatment, feeling him jolt from the pain. 

“Because Avi is…important to me. He’s part of us,” Zane said, his voice a little distant and dreamy. 

He always got like this when the adrenaline kicked in, dragging him into subspace like an anchor around his ankle, making his thoughts and words hazy. Felix had never seen anyone who fell so fast. Zane needed the pain to feel good, even with Felix. He was just hardwired that way.

“Still, I don’t want you to think we’re pressuring you,” Felix said, pressing an open kiss onto his sternum, then just below his belly button. “You know Avi wouldn’t care if you weren’t okay with it. We can still do this the usual way. It doesn’t have to change.” 

Zane tugged on Felix’s hair, forcing him upwards until they were eye to eye again. “Avi’s had his fingers, lips and tongue inside me. He’s let me come down his throat. I’ve choked on his cock just like I have yours and Asa’s. Why would his dick be this magical line I don’t want to cross?” 

“It has been for years,” Felix reminded softly, stroking Zane’s cheek, studying his face to look for any hint he didn’t want this. 

Zane’s gaze drifted to the ceiling above, cheeks flushing a deeper scarlet. “Not really. I wanted to change the rule forever ago, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t even know if you’d want that. In the beginning, I had this idea that if I let you or Avi fuck me that Asa would think I was used goods…or that he didn’t mean as much to me anymore. I know now that it’s not true.” 

Felix leaned down to bite the tip of Zane’s nose, then licked it. “Nobody would ever think that about you, especially not Asa. He’s obsessed with you.” 

A heavy weight draped over Felix’s back, he knew it was Asa by scent. It was confirmed when Asa peered over his shoulder, his rich voice a low rumble in Felix’s ear as he said, “It’s true. You have me wrapped around your little finger, Lois. You could make me do almost anything for you.” 

Zane gazed up at his husband with stars in his eyes. Asa was naked, the heat of his skin searing Felix’s own, his unnecessarily large cock pressing against the cleft of his ass, just lazily rocking his hips against him. 

Felix dipped his head, biting Zane’s nipple once more, then stroking over both with his thumbs, feeling the way Zane’s hips kicked beneath him. 

“Maybe we should get you pierced, baby,” Felix murmured, pinching the slightly swollen buds hard until Zane cried out. Asa growled low at the words, his teeth sinking into Felix’s shoulder until he moaned. 

“Fuck, yeah. Would you like that, Lois? Imagine how good it would feel when we were tugging on them, licking over them. You’d look so hot—well, you’re always hot, but hotter—with your nipples pierced.” 

“I would,” Zane said, breaths increasing at the thought. “You know I would do whatever you want. I just want you to be happy.” 

The bed dipped and Avi appeared, turning Zane’s face to him and capturing his mouth in a kiss that was surprisingly soft. “We know, Zaney. You always make us happy. You’re such a good boy for us.” 

Felix felt like his chest might split open from the love that he suddenly felt for Avi in that moment. He was surprisingly intuitive for a psychopath. He watched as Zane nodded, eyelids fluttering at the praise. 

“But you have to want it, too,” Asa said, voice stern. “We  don’t want you to do it just for us.” 

“I want what you want,” Zane said again, dragging Avi back in once more, this kiss a little sloppier than the last, a bit of drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. When they split apart, Felix licked it away, then joined his mouth with his husband’s. He still tasted like peppermint hot chocolate. 

Asa kissed his way down Felix’s spine, biting along the way. Then his hands gripped his ass cheeks tightly, spreading him open almost painfully. Felix’s breath hitched as Asa hauled his hips up like he weighed nothing, licking over his hole. 

“What’s he doing,” Zane whispered, pupils blown. 

Avi grinned, then pressed his lips against Zane’s ear. “He’s got him spread open, fucking his tongue into his slutty little hole.” 

Zane whimpered, already looking so fucked out and they hadn’t even done anything. Felix allowed Asa to pull him back onto his tongue, eyes rolling with pleasure. He was still loosened up from Avi bending him over while the boys were with their grandparents. It let Asa’s clever tongue go so much deeper. Could he still taste Avi inside him? Would he care? Probably not, Asa was dirty in the best possible way. He’d probably do all manner of depraved things if he thought they’d let him get away with it. The idea had Felix’s cock painfully hard. What would it be like to let Asa off his leash?

Felix pressed back against Asa’s clever tongue, dipping his head to lick a stripe along the underside of Zane’s cock, then dipping his tongue into the slit, moaning at the bitter taste. He sucked on Zane’s tip, stroking him with a loose fist, making him whine prettily beneath him. 

Asa alternated between lapping over his rim and sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of his ass cheek. Felix’s cock would jump each time, leaking copious amounts of precum onto the mattress below. Asa had taught Felix that he liked receiving a little pain just as much as he enjoyed doling it out. While his golden retriever husband hesitated to inflict any hurt to Felix, Asa had no hang-ups about that at all. Hell, he didn’t even ask, just took. Just bit and scratched and squeezed until he could get his prey to make the pretty little sounds he wanted. 

Avi rose up onto his knees beside Zane’s head. He was naked, too. Had they stripped together? Zane glanced up at Avi, mouth falling open, tongue lolling from his mouth, eager to take what Avi offered.  He tangled his fingers into Zane’s longish tresses, guiding him towards his cock even as he thrust forward slowly. 

Zane moaned around his length, taking Avi deep from the start, letting him use his throat like his own personal cocksleeve until tears escaped down his cheeks and he was making these pretty little gagging sounds with every thrust. 

“You look so pretty like this, Zaney,” Avi panted, hips working as he fucked his length in and out, watching as Zane’s lips stretched to their limits around him. “Your mouth stuffed full. You were born to be someone’s plaything. Made to be fucked and bred. I’m so glad you’re ours.” 

Zane made a desperate sound at Avi’s words, his hands gripping Avi’s ass like he wanted him even deeper, like he had to prove the veracity of his words. Felix tried to concentrate on sucking Zane off but Asa was driving him mad. He had his thumbs hooked on either side of his rim, tugging him open painfully until Felix cried out. That seemed to be what Asa wanted. He slapped his ass cheek hard enough to force Zane’s cock deeper into his mouth. Felix shivered as Asa spit inside his hole, then fucked his soft tongue in and out, sending sparks through him with each pass.

Felix moaned around Zane’s cock which, in turn, made Zane whine around Avi’s, creating this sexual feedback loop that had all of them growing needier by the second. Asa’s hand snaked between Felix’s legs, taking his length in hand and jerking him roughly in time with each thrust. Soon, he wasn’t even sucking Zane anymore, just drooling onto his cock, his own pleasure overwhelming him. 

Zane didn’t seem to mind, he was thrusting up into Felix’s mouth almost without thought. 

“Enough,” Avi gasped, pulling Zane off of him, a trail of saliva connecting his length to Zane’s swollen bottom lip. “If you keep going, I’m gonna end up coming down your throat and I really want to see you take my cock, Zaney, been fantasizing about it forever.” 

Zane stared up at him, eyes wide and wet. “Okay,” he rasped, voice wrecked. 

Asa’s tongue disappeared and Felix mourned the loss. He helped Zane sit up, so they could get out of the way, watching as Asa and Avi sat on the bed, backs propped against the pillows, both of them stroking themselves lazily as they stared at the two of them.

Zane sat between Felix’s spread knees, his back to Felix’s chest. He took it as an opportunity to capture his nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching them until Zane cried out.  

“Lube,” Felix said. 

Asa tossed him the tube that was on the side table beside him. Felix opened it and squirted some onto his fingers, dipping his hand between them to circle Zane’s hole. Fuck. It was so hot how Zane was always a little swollen down there, like Asa never gave him a moment's peace. He used Zane hard like a toy. He was never gentle, never easy. Zane would probably spiral again if he was. He was a desperate well of want and needed to be fucked until he cried just to feel needed. 

Felix slipped one long finger inside all the way to the third knuckle, brushing his inner walls just right, a sharp cry falling from Zane’s lips as he grazed his prostate. 

“Another,” Zane panted, impatience soaking his voice. “I can take another. Half the time Asa doesn’t even prep me.” 

Asa smirked, crooning, “You make me sound like a monster, Lois.” 

“You are a monster,” Zane said, letting his head fall back to rest on Felix’s shoulder. “Just look at me.” 

Asa did look, his dark gaze perusing Zane’s injuries with satisfaction. Felix gave Zane what he wanted, forcing three fingers inside without warning, causing Zane’s back to bow in pain, yelping in surprise. He’d almost feel bad if he couldn’t see the way Zane’s cock oozed, pearly beads of come dripping onto their sheets. Both Avi and Asa growled at the sound. They loved when Zane hurt for them. Felix would be lying if he said he didn’t like it too. 

He roughly punched his fingers in and out of Zane’s entrance, curling them on every third or fourth pass until Zane was making so much noise, he sounded like he was in a bad porn movie. Only Felix knew Zane wasn’t faking it. 

“I think you’re good,” Felix managed, voice strained as he carefully slipped free of the tight clutch of his body. 

Zane climbed between Asa and Avi, then sat back on his knees. Had he changed his mind? Before Felix could vocalize his concerns–before he could remind him he could back out at any time–Zane turned back and snagged the lube off the bed, wetting both his hands and wrapping them around both men, jerking them hard and fast until they were both groaning. Felix bit down on his lip to keep from laughing at how easily the two men became pliant in Zane’s fists. 

“Enough, Lois,” Asa chastised. 

Zane slow-blinked at him, giving him that dreamy smile that said he was still deeply in subspace. Felix slowly stroked his own cock as he watched Zane throw a leg over his husband’s hips, then  hover over his length, pressing the head against his hole but not sinking down. 

After about thirty seconds, it dawned on Felix that Zane waited for him. He bit back a smile, climbing the bed, using the excess lube on his fingers to slick his own entrance, before settling over Asa’s lap. Felix shivered. Now that he was there—now that they were there—Felix watched Asa with just the slightest bit of trepidation. 

“Scared, kitten?” Asa taunted, arching a brow like a challenge. 

Felix forced himself to scoff, but his heart rate tripled under Asa’s scrutiny. 

“Go for it, Zaney,” Felix murmured, a second before he sank down on Asa’s cock, not stopping until he bottomed out

There was a gasp, then a debauched moan from beside him. Felix glanced over at Zane who had his head thrown back, fully seated on Avi’s length. When he saw they all watched him, he blushed, then giggled. “You guys really are identical.” 

Felix grinned. He was right. Asa was the same length, the same thickness. But unlike Avi, Asa watched Felix like a predator, his hands squeezing Felix’s hips painfully to bring his attention back where it belonged. 

“Move,” Asa growled, smacking Felix’s ass with just enough force to sting. 

Felix bit back a moan, then rolled his hips a few times, just getting used to being full again. When it looked like Asa’s patience was wearing thin, he raised up until only the tip was inside him, then dropped back down, smirking when Asa grunted. When he saw Felix’s smug look, his hand came down on his ass once more, much harder this time, the crack of skin on skin loud even over Zane’s pitiful whimpers and Avi’s whispered praises beside him.

Normally, when Felix rode Avi, it was slow, sensual, lots of kissing, lots of eye contact, lots of Avi teasing Felix for getting tired so quickly. This was something else altogether. Asa gripped Felix’s wrists and pinned them behind his back with one hand, pressing the heel of his palm to Felix’s abdomen, just beneath his belly button. 

Felix groaned at the painful pressure, knowing Asa felt the bulge of his cock inside him. The way Asa watched him stirred something inside, this weird need to please. He started a rhythm, taking Asa so deep it was like he was buried in his throat. Asa continued to study him, expression giving away nothing, that reptilian gaze making Felix’s core bubble. Felix’s thighs were already tired, but he didn’t dare say so, not with the way he watched him. 

But Asa knew. “Come on, kitty. I think you can do better than that,” Asa taunted. When Felix whined, he tilted his head, examining him for what felt like forever before barking, “Keep your wrists behind your back.” 

If Avi had given him a command like that, Felix would have flayed him alive, would have had him on his knees licking his feet and begging for forgiveness. But with Asa, Felix did as he was told, gasping when he grabbed his ass in a painfully tight grip that was sure to leave bruises. He spread him open, driving up into Felix as he dropped down, sending sparks of heat through him. Why did that feel so good?

“Avi’s right. Your thighs are just for show. That’s okay. I’ll do the work for you, princess.” Felix wanted to be offended, but then Asa was holding him in place, setting a brutal pace as he fucked up into him. “Feet flat on the mattress.” 

Felix did as he was told, gasping at the change in angle. “Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Yes. Right there. Right there. Right there.” He didn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed. Every thrust sent jolts of bliss through his system, making him whimper, his long nails digging into Asa’s chest just for something to hold onto. 

Asa chuckled darkly. “That’s more like it.” 

Beside him, Zane was mewling and whining, begging Avi for more, as he bounced Zane on his cock, not making him do a bit of work. 

He smiled as he heard his husband say, “That’s it, Zaney. You’re doing so well. You take it so good. You look so pretty on my cock.” 

“Am I being good?” Zane asked, his face forming an adorable pout. 

He was so needy and it was clear from Avi’s fucked out expression that he loved it, loved praising him. 

“Fuck yeah, so good for me, baby. Such a good boy for me. You feel so fucking good on my dick, I can’t believe you made me wait this long. Maybe I should have Asa punish you for that. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” 

Zane’s response was lost as Felix’s whole world shifted and he somehow found himself on his back, his ankles over Asa’s shoulders, as he bent him in half. He didn’t even have time to catch his breath before Asa’s cock was pistoning into him relentlessly, glancing over his prostate in a way that had him moaning like a porn star, something he just didn’t do. “Oh, fuck. Asa. I need…I need more. Please. Please. Please.” 

Asa’s low laugh stirred something in Felix, this weird sense of shame that only made him feel more turned on. Asa hauled his hips off the mattress, holding his lower half in the air as he drove into him, his pace relentless. The head of his cock was now hitting his prostate dead on, whiting out his vision with each hard thrust, pleas pouring from Felix’s lips like water. 

“Fuck, Asa, please,” he panted. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come.” 

Asa met his gaze, his look deliciously void of feeling. “Come if you want, sexy, but I’m not stopping until I get off. So you’ll just have to lay there and take it, no matter how much it hurts.” 

Felix’s eyes rolled back at his words, heat pooling at the base of his spine, spreading through his limbs. He went to wrap his hand around his cock, but Asa batted his hand away. “You said you were gonna come, so fucking do it. What do you need your hand for?” 

Felix sucked in a startled breath as fireworks exploded behind his eyelids, his release punched out of him with enough force to have him worried he might lose consciousness. Asa was relentless. He didn’t even slow down. The first couple of strokes, Felix didn’t notice it, too wrapped up in his own post-orgasmic bliss, but as he came down, he started to feel it. That oversensitivity like someone was pressing a live wire against his swollen prostate as Asa continued to hit it dead on. 

His face contorted, unable to stop his cry or the tears leaking from his eyes. If he expected sympathy, he was mistaken. Asa laughed. Felix clawed at his forearms in retaliation but his satisfaction at hearing his pained hiss was short-lived. 

“You can take it,” he taunted, driving into him faster, causing him to flinch with every stroke. “You will take it,” Asa growled, arm muscles bulging as he held Felix’s entire weight in his hands. Felix’s hole spasmed around Asa’s cock, dragging a groan from the other man. “Fuck, that’s it. Clench down for me. Fuck. You’re so wet down here. Did you even shower after my brother fucked you? Am I just adding to the mess in this slutty little hole?” 

Felix whimpered, his cock twitching on his belly. Why did that sound so good coming out of Asa’s mouth? Why did he like it when Asa was too rough with him, too mean? 

“Gonna come now. Gonna fill you up, fuck you so full it’ll be dripping out of you for hours. Maybe I’ll let Zaney eat you out. Would you like that? I bet his soft tongue would feel good after having my cock wreck your slutty little cunt. Think he can taste the difference between my come and Avi’s?” 

Felix couldn’t stop the pained cry that escaped, his dick trying impossibly hard to rally. Asa was so fucking filthy. Felix sobbed with relief when his thrusts finally fell off rhythm, then Asa was grinding his hips like he wanted to be as deep as possible when he came. Felix wished he could feel it. Wished he could feel him filling him up. He was so blissfully full. 

Asa set his hips down, unfolding his legs before collapsing on top of him. Felix flinched as his hips protested the sudden change in position. When Asa’s lips found his, Felix opened for him easily, both of them more or less just panting into each other's mouths as they came down from their highs. 

He grimaced as Asa slipped out of him, then sat up. Felix did the same, draping himself over Asa’s shoulder to watch his husband and his best friend. Avi’s knees were bent, Zane reclined against them, his feet flat on the mattress as Avi fucked into him hard and fast. 

“Avi, Avi, Avi,” Zane chanted over and over again, his tone increasing in pitch and desperation. “It hurts, wanna come so bad, feels-oh, fuck, yes, right there-feels so good. Need to come. Can I come? Am I allowed to come?” 

“Yeah, Zaney. Touch yourself, make a mess of us both,” Avi said, breathless. “Show me how pretty you look.” 

Felix’s heart swelled in his chest as he saw the tears rolling down Zane’s cheeks. He was so far into his subspace it was going to take hours for him to come down. He looked to Asa, who nodded, knowing exactly what Felix was thinking. 

“Asa…” Zane gasped.

Asa’s head jerked up as he heard his name on his husband’s lips. “Yeah, Lois? I’m right here.” 

“Can I come? Can I, please?” he begged.

Asa’s whole face softened. “Yeah, baby. You’ve been so good for us. You can come whenever you want. Let us see it.” 

Zane wrapped his fist around his cock, stroking himself hard and fast, crying out with each twist of his hand, like touching himself was painful. Maybe it was. Felix knew what it felt like to be that hard, to feel like even brushing a finger against your own swollen dick was agony. 

Zane’s cock was an angry red, neglected for far too long, probably used to being kept from touching himself without permission. It took less than three strokes for him to spill over his fist with a strangled cry, making a mess of Avi’s belly and his own fist. Avi’s hips didn’t falter, still bouncing Zane on his length like his own personal sex toy, staring at Zane and only Zane, like he knew he needed the extra attention. 

As they all watched, Zane lifted his messy hand to his mouth, licking his release from his fingers. 

“Fucking hell, Zaney,” Avi muttered, hips stuttering a moment before he buried himself with one final thrust, his mouth falling open as he also came with an almost pained groan. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” 

For a few minutes, nobody spoke, just sucked in much needed air. Zane winced as he shifted position so he was settled on his knees again, not the balls of his feet, then dropped his head to Avi’s shoulder, his dick still buried inside him. 

Felix crawled up the bed to lay on the pillows. Asa curved around him comfortably. Avi stroked Zane’s hair, his back, but made no attempt to remove his face from the crook of his neck. When he finally slipped free of Zane’s body, he made a whiny noise. Avi carefully laid Zane on the bed between them, arranging him so he was tucked against his chest. 

“You okay, Lois?” Asa asked, his tone so…careful. 

He was always so careful with his husband, like he was made of glass. 

Zane gave them a sleepy smile. “I’m good. Tired. Wanna sleep.” 

“Not yet, Zaney. You need to eat and have a drink. Something with a little sugar in it. You’re still out of it,” Avi said. 

He rolled off the bed, then went to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, grabbing water, an organic apple juice and peanut butter crackers. Zane tried to fight them, but there was no way he would win, not against them. Felix shared the apple juice and the crackers and the guys each slammed a water. 

Somehow, they ended up with Zane curled against Asa and Felix tucked against Avi, back where they belonged. His husband kissed his neck, then his shoulder. “Hi, kitten.” 

“Hi, baby.” 

“I missed you,” he said, the sincerity in his voice making Felix laugh softly. 

He cupped Avi’s cheek. “I was right here the whole time.” 

“Yeah, but usually we all gang up on Zaney and take him apart together. I think Zaney missed you, too.” 

Asa stroked Zane’s cheek. His eyelids were at half-mast. “Is that true, Lois? Did we not give you enough attention?” 

Zane smiled dreamily. “No, it was nice. I liked it. Avi says really sweet things to me and he kisses me way softer than you or Felix. He treats me like I’m…delicate.” 

“You are delicate, Lois,” Asa said, looking so terribly fond of his cock-drunk husband. 

“If I were delicate, I wouldn’t be married to you,” Zane said, poking his finger blindly upwards, catching one of Asa’s nostrils, then snorting at his indignant look. “You see all the bruises and bite marks on me? Do you think just anyone could take that.” 

Asa kissed his temple, giving Felix and Avi an amused look. “You’re right, Lois. You might be tougher than all of us combined.” 

Felix couldn’t stop the yawn that overtook him, so deep it made his jaw crack. He gathered Zane against him, tangling their limbs together. “You guys have first shift,” he said, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the monitor on the dresser.

Avi peppered kisses along his cheek and temple. “We got you, kitten. Get some sleep. We can handle everything else.” 

Felix started to drift almost immediately, safe in the knowledge that Asa and Avi would handle everything. Because they always did. Always. They made Felix and Zane feel safe and loved and protected. All the things they’d sworn they were incapable of. 

Felix smiled as Zane burrowed deeper into his arms, trying to tuck his face into his neck. Sometimes his life was so ideal he was afraid he would wake up to find himself still living in that two bedroom apartment with Jericho, never having met Avi or Zane or Asa, never starting his own fashion label, never having his two sweet boys. 

But it was real. This was real. The realist.