Housewife Zaney - Part 2 - Avi and Zane (Patreon)

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Zane

Zane was at the bathroom sink, rinsing toothpaste from his mouth when Avi attacked.

He yelped in surprise as Avi wrapped one muscular arm around his knees before upending him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Zane’s laugh sounded borderline maniacal as he kicked his feet, doing his best to struggle, but knowing it was no use. The attack was so sudden that toothpaste nearly ended up on the mirror.

“Avi!” he shrieked, half scandalized and half delighted.

Avi just laughed, the sound warm and infectious.

He carried Zane to the bed, hurling him onto the pillows before pouncing on him like a cat. The mattress bounced beneath them, the scent of clean sheets and Asa’s cologne still lingering from the night before.

He pinned Zane’s arms to his side, his thick thigh pressed between Zane’s.

The towel did little to hide his now half-hard cock tenting the fabric.

Zane grinned up at him. “What is wrong with you?”

“So many things,” Avi said wistfully. “But this isn’t about me. It’s about you. Tell me what you need, Zaniac.”

The nickname alone made Zane smile. Avi had approximately four thousand ridiculous pet names for him and somehow managed to make every single one sound sincere. 

Avi sat back on his knees, unknotting Zane’s towel like he was opening a Christmas present, looking him over with a heat that made Zane shiver. Not hungry exactly. Excited. Like he'd just been handed his favorite gift and couldn't wait to play with it.

Zane groaned, tossing his forearm over his eyes dramatically. “Don’t make me think. I just want to get off.”

“Works for me.”

Zane uncovered his eyes to watch as Avi peeled his pink hoodie over his head, tossing it to the floor. Now it was Zane whose gaze lingered.

To most of the world, Asa and Avi were the same person, so identical that very few people outside the family could tell them apart. But even now, with Avi looking at him just like Asa did, there was no mistaking him for Asa.

Where Asa looked at Zane like a wolf about to devour him, Avi was like a puppy who’d dragged a baby bunny home just to play with it. There was an almost giddy, retriever-like energy about Avi that could never be mistaken for the predator Zane married.

Asa consumed. Avi adored. They were the best of both worlds.

Avi pinned him once more, ignoring his mouth to bury his face in Zane’s neck, mouthing at his skin not to bite him but to tickle him.

Zane shrieked, squirming beneath him, but Avi didn’t seem to care. This appeared to be precisely the reaction he wanted. When Zane was laughing and crying, Avi moved on, pressing his mouth to the tender flesh at Zane’s side, repeating the motion until Zane’s belly hurt from laughing.

The room filled with the sound of it, bright and breathless. There was something unfairly attractive about a man who could make him laugh this hard one second and leave him completely flustered the next.

“Stop. Stop. Stop,” he begged through tears.

Avi grinned up at him from where he lay between his open legs.

His hair was a mess now, his smile crooked with victory. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Zane’s soft tummy, making the muscles beneath jump. The scruff on Avi’s chin scraped just right against Zane’s oversensitive skin.

He watched as Avi moved lower, kissing one hip bone, then the other, his gaze never leaving Zane’s. The teasing pace was deliberate now, making Zane acutely aware of every brush of lips, every lingering touch.

The intensity in his eyes and the slow, deliberate way he moved had Zane achingly hard once more. His huge hands settled beneath Zane’s knees, pushing them up and out, leaving him totally exposed.

For a moment neither of them spoke. Avi simply looked at him until Zane once more began to squirm uncomfortably.

He inhaled sharply as Avi’s warm breath puffed against the most intimate part of him. He settled Zane’s legs over his shoulders, his skin hot beneath Zane’s heels. He sighed, his anxiety melting away as he settled back against the pillows. 

Avi trailed his tongue along the delicate skin of his inner thigh, then traced the seam of his sack, seemingly determined to taste every part of him. He licked at the sensitive skin of his balls, then took each into his mouth, sucking slowly, before teasing his tongue lower to his perineum, then back to the injured skin of his thighs.

Zane’s breaths came faster, his brain filled with cotton, the delicious feel of Avi’s mouth making him boil from the inside. 

They were so different.

With Asa, there was never a chance to relax. He sucked and bit his way across Zane’s body, leaving a map of teeth marks and bruises that anyone could follow. Zane loved never knowing when the pain would come, the next bite, pinch, slap…the anticipation was as much of a turn on as the pain itself. 

But Avi wasn’t like that. He didn’t leave a map, but he did follow it. Kissing along the bites and bruises in various stages of healing, trailing his tongue over the skin reverently. It was like kissing the skin his brother had injured excited him. It probably did. It was definitely doing it for Zane. 

Avi’s hands suddenly settled on Zane’s ass, spreading him open. He gasped, his hands flying to Avi’s hair, fingers tangling there, not to stop him or press him closer, just for something to ground him. He waited for Avi’s mouth, his tongue, but all he felt was the heat of his breath. 

Only when he began to squirm and whine did Avi give in, running the flat of his tongue over Zane’s puffy rim, the burn making him hiss. It was a pleasure-pain sensation Zane could never describe with any level of accuracy. A deep almost gnawing ache, a sharp burn, followed by a deep pleasure that only came from Zane knowing he was completely and thoroughly owned by the men in his life. 

Asa had used him hard the night before, fucking him from behind without lube, four fingers jammed into his mouth and his teeth sunk deeply into the bite mark on his shoulder. Zane moaned, as much from the memory of the previous night as the feel of Avi’s tongue on the over-sensitive flesh. 

Avi settled in, pressing kisses to the delicate skin surrounding his hole, before spearing his tongue against him, giving a groan of his own when Zane’s body opened for him with little effort. “Always so easy for us, Zaney. It's so hot.” 

Zane didn’t deny it. He was easy for them. He lived to be their toy, their fully formed sex doll. 

He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back another whimper as Avi fucked his tongue impossibly deep. “Oh, fuck. That feels good.” 

Avi groaned again, using his hands to spread Zane painfully wider, working his tongue in and out. Zane’s hands fisted the sheets, pulling them from the corners to bunch beneath him, his hips writhing as Avi took his time, eating him out like he planned on savoring this appetizer as much as the rest of his meal. 

Avi and Felix were always like this with Zane, at least when they were alone. Slow, sweet, loving. Always taking their time. Zane loved and hated it in equal measure. 

Sex with Asa was painful…brutal…an adrenaline rush from start to finish. It had his heart pumping and his head spinning the whole time. Sex with Avi and Felix was slow, gentle, this quiet unraveling that had Zane dancing on a knife’s edge until one of them finally knocked him over. 

“Please,” Zane heard himself say, pulling on Avi’s hair. “I need you inside.” 

“Don’t be rude, Zaney,” he chastised, returning to lapping his tongue over Zane’s hole. “Let me enjoy my meal.” 

Zane growled in frustration, using his heel to kick Avi’s shoulder. Avi laughed, nipping at Zane’s ass cheek in retaliation. Avi pressed his face into the crease of Zane’s thigh, inhaling deeply for a moment before, nuzzling the base of Zane’s cock. 

Zane moaned as Avi continued to tease him, his thumb stroking over his hole as his lips dragged along his straining length. 

“Avi…” Zane whined, gasping as Avi suddenly pressed his thumb inside, filling him just enough to tease but never enough to satisfy. “I will kill you,” he managed.

He meant it to come out as a threat but it came out a breathy little half-sob. 

Once more Avi chuckled like he found Zane’s useless threats adorable. “Give me the lube, Zaney.” 

Zane slapped at the nightstand haphazardly until his fingers felt the tube that was almost always at the ready, though rarely used. He tossed it in Avi’s direction, giggling when he heard a grunt and an ‘ow’. 

His laugh disappeared as he heard the snap of the cap. Warm lips closed around the head of his cock as two thick fingers—now slick with lube—pressed inside slowly. Zane arched up, clenching down on Avi’s fingers as he fucked up into the heat of his wet mouth. 

Avi let him have his fun for about thirty seconds, before pinning his hip down with his free hand. Zane’s breathing grew ragged, pleasure causing his eyes to roll behind closed lids. The tight suction of Avi’s mouth and the way his fingers worked inside him had his blood fizzing. 

Avi found that bundle of nerves and began to torment him with it, dragging high-pitched cries from him by massaging deep, only to stop when Zane could feel his release building. Asa tortured with pain, Avi with pleasure, both made Zane want to weep. 

No matter what Avi’s clever fingers did, his mouth continued to work around his cock, tongue dragging along the underside, teasing at his slit, digging into the notch just below the tip, before taking him as deep as he could, groaning whenever Zane hit the back of his throat. 

It was maddening. It was hot. 

Zane was losing it. His nipples were hard, his toes curled and hands fisted in the wrinkled sheets now bunching beneath him as he flexed every muscle, fighting not to fall over the edge too soon. 

“Avi…I’m gonna come. I need you fuck me first,” he managed. 

Avi pulled off his cock with an obscene pop. “Okay, Zaney.” 

Zane still whined as Avi slipped free of him, the sudden emptiness leaving him clenching on air. Avi fell beside him on the pillows, opening the lube and coating his own hard cock. Zane was practically salivating as he watched Avi stroke himself. 

“Hop on,” Avi said with a grin. When Zane straddled him, Avi shook his head. “Face the other way.” 

Zane’s brows went up in surprise, but he didn’t argue, turning away, settling over him. Avi rubbed the head of his cock along the cleft of Zane’s ass, letting it catch on his rim a few times before holding it steady for Zane to sink down. 

Zane sucked in a sharp breath as Avi filled him up. He was so much deeper like this. Zane shifted, moaning at the feeling of fullness. 

Before he could move though, Avi said, “Lie back.” 

Zane froze momentarily, the command short-circuiting his higher thought processes. 

“Oh,” Zane said when he was able to comprehend his meaning. 

Lying back onto Avi while facing away from him felt weirdly perilous, like he might fall off the bed, but as soon as his back collided with Avi’s chest, his arm came around him and Avi moved them both closer to the center of the mattress in one swift motion. 

God, they were both so strong. 

“This is better,” Avi said, his lips pressed to Zane’s ear. 

“Ye-ah,” Zane gasped. 

Avi bent his legs between Zane’s parted thighs, gripping his hips so he could pull back before driving up into him. 

“Oh, holy fuck,” Zane whispered, pleasure shocking through him as he stared up at their ceiling. 

“Feel good?” Avi asked around a laugh. 

Zane nodded, noting how much his cock was already leaking onto his belly. “It’s perfect.” 

“Good, then fuck yourself on my dick until you come.” 

Zane groaned, but didn’t argue, planting his feet on either side of Avi’s, rocking himself up until only the tip of Avi’s cock remained inside before slamming back down until they both moaned loudly. 

Zane found a rhythm, low-throaty sounds escaping every time Avi’s cock dragged along Zane’s prostate. Avi spent his time sucking bruises into Zane’s neck, adding to the ones already there in various stages of healing. His fingers teased over Zane’s nipples, sometimes pinching, sometimes rubbing. 

Zane went to reach for his cock, but Avi knocked his hand away, wrapping his own much larger fist around him, jerking him in time with Zane’s rolling hips. His thighs were burning, his skin was on fire from the friction of Avi’s rough hands and coarse body hair. Zane didn’t care. He was past the point of rational thought. 

Every tight pull of Avi’s fist, had light sparking behind his eyelids, heat building in his core, his release so close he didn’t know whether to fuck up into Avi’s fist or grind down on his cock. 

“I’m close. Oh, fuck. Can I come?” 

“No,” Avi said meanly.

“Please?” Zane begged.

Avi slowed his hand. “You can come after I do.” 

“Then hurry up,” Zane sobbed. 

He never would have gotten away with talking to Asa like that but he didn’t care. He was too far gone for that. He practically wept when Avi took over, holding him steady to drive up into him with sharp snaps of his powerful hips. 

Zane let Avi use him. He was close, Zane could feel it in the way Avi drove into him without rhythm, his hand growing clumsy around his cock as he chased his own release. 

“Come on,” Zane begged. “Fill me up. I wanna feel it.” 

Avi growled, hips snapping upwards three more times before he dragged Zane down, grinding deep as he pumped him full of his release. Zane clenched down on him, groaning as he felt him throbbing inside as he came. 

“Now you can come,” Avi said, resuming his torturous handjob.

He stroked him hard and fast, the motion almost painful. Zane loved it. He fucked his fist, desperate moans escaping. 

“Come on, Zaney, be a good boy. Come for me,” Avi panted into his ear. 

“Close…” 

Two more hard pulls and he was coming hard over Avi’s fist, his abs clenching, pleasure whiting out his vision as he made a mess of himself and Avi’s hand.

By the time he came back down, he was on his side, Avi still buried within him, one heavy arm over his hip and the other beneath his head. 

He kissed Zane’s neck.

“Feel better now?”

“You didn’t even kiss me,” Zane teased.

Avi shifted so Zane could look up at him, then captured his mouth in a lazy but thorough kiss.

“Better?”

“Mm,” Zane said, leaning up to press their mouths together once more, this time chasing the kiss instead of receiving it.

They kissed for a few more minutes, neither of them in any real hurry. 

There was something comforting about the way Avi always lingered afterward. No rushing. No immediate distraction. Just warmth and soft touches and the quiet reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere. 

When Avi was fully soft within him, he found the silicone toy in their bottom drawer. He slipped free of Zane’s body, immediately pushing the plug into place before anything could spill out. Zane winced at the raw ache of it, releasing a broken breath as Avi pressed against the base, just to watch his reaction.

“You always look prettiest right after one of us—or all of us—wreck you,” he observed.

Zane smiled, shaking his head, but didn’t respond. Compliments still hit him strangely. He'd spent most of his life feeling invisible, and now he lived with three men who looked at him like he hung the moon.

He was happy they found him pretty, even if he didn’t see it himself. He let Avi wipe them down with the wet wipes they kept on hand, but otherwise just laid there. 

Finally, Avi stood, sweeping Zane into his arms like he weighed nothing, then carrying him into the game room. Zane automatically wrapped his arms around Avi's neck, settling against him. He didn't even think about it anymore. Being carried around the house by one of his partners had become embarrassingly normal.

Their game room was a library in most of the other Mulvaneys' floor plans, but they’d converted it. There was a massive screen on the far wall, pink and purple LED lights on the floor and ceiling, four large recliners, and built-in bookshelves with row upon row of games.

Avi settled Zane gently in one of the recliners, giving him the cheetah faux-fur blanket he loved best before grabbing their controllers and getting the system set up.

When the Stardew Valley logo appeared on the screen, Zane sighed in contentment. The familiar music immediately loosened something in his chest.

Avi tossed him his controller, then squeezed in behind him in the recliner, their naked bodies pressed together once more before pushing the button that extended the footrest and lowered the back.

Once they were reclined, Zane shifted so they could both see and play at the same time, resting his head on Avi’s shoulder.

Avi smelled like expensive body wash, coffee, and home.

“I have a million things to do today,” Zane said a bit later as he caught fish after fish.

He rattled off his laundry list of woes, guilt settling deep in his gut over snuggling with Avi and playing a game while Asa and Felix were both hard at work and someone else was caring for their kids.

“It can wait,” Avi said. “I’ll help you get it all done. Besides, the boys are going home with Freckles and Coe. And Asa and Felix can pick up Coe’s dessert thing.”

“But it's my job.”

“No, your job is to get your raw footage to your editor. Your job is as a journalist. This house belongs to all of us. The chores belong to all of us. The kids belong to all of us. We share equal responsibility. You just like the domestic stuff more than we do so we tend to let you do the heavy lifting, which Felix doesn’t think is fair at all.”

Zane frowned. “Really?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t want you overwhelmed or overburdened.” Avi nudged his shoulder gently with his own. “We all know you think you have to prove yourself to stay here, no matter how dumb that is.”

The words landed harder than Zane wanted them to. Because the awful thing was that Avi wasn't wrong. Some small broken piece of him still woke up every morning afraid that if he stopped being useful, everyone would realize they didn't actually need him. That if he wasn't cooking meals, managing schedules, packing lunches, buying birthday presents, remembering appointments, and holding their lives together, he'd somehow become expendable.

Avi's arm tightened around his waist. Not possessive. Protective. Like he knew exactly where Zane's thoughts had gone.

“You know we love you even when you're being lazy, right?” Avi asked softly.

Zane snorted. “I'm literally never lazy.”

“Exactly,” Avi said. “That's how I know you need to hear it.”

“Hey,” Zane said, elbowing him hard enough to make him grunt.

“What? It's the truth,” Avi said around a laugh. “Your mom fucked with your head. It's no big deal. Well, it probably is but none of us really do well with trauma, so if you have some control issues due to your mother being a royal cunt, it's all good with us. As long as you don’t stress yourself out.”

Zane’s chest tightened like someone had him in a vice. Avi was so good at casually breaking him wide open. Saying the sweetest things like they were nothing, just the truth, just facts. As if it was perfectly obvious that Zane was loved. As if the possibility of them ever getting tired of him was so ridiculous it wasn't even worth discussing.

Avi’s arms were wrapped around Zane’s, his controller looking small in his massive paws. Zane kept his controller in his lap, head on Avi’s shoulder, soothed by his quiet laughs and soft breaths in his ear as they played together.

The steady rise and fall of Avi’s chest against his back was strangely comforting. Safe. It was only when the phone buzzed that Zane realized Avi had somehow grabbed it from the side table on their way out of the bedroom.

They paused the game and Avi unlocked his screen. They both smiled when they saw a notification from the Doodlebug app from the boys' school. 

A new photo.

The boys were sitting in oversized white t-shirts that went down to their ankles and blue plastic smocks. They were covered head to toe in several different colors of paint which was odd seeing as how the pictures they’d clearly painted were two vaguely animal-like brown blobs.

“Is that a…horse?” Zane asked.

He felt Avi shrug. “Maybe a dog?”

Avi clicked on the caption. “It's apparently a potato.”

“Why does it have legs?” Zane asked.

“Why does it have five legs…and three eyes?”

Zane laughed. “Maybe the third ‘eye’ is a nose? Or a mouth?”

“Which, once again, begs the question, why do our children think potatoes have legs or mouths or eyes?” Avi asked. “Do you think they might be stupid?”

Zane elbowed him again, harder this time. “Avi! Don’t talk about our kids that way. Of course not. They're just being creative.”

“They painted a potato. How creative can they be?”

Zane reached back and pinched his side, making him flinch hard.

Avi slapped his hand. “Bad Zaney. No more orgasms for you.”

“Liar,” Zane said, shaking his head as he stared down at the kids' happy faces.

Felix’s face.

They looked so much like him, only with Lola’s curly hair and radiant skin color.

Sometimes Zane looked at them and still couldn't quite believe they were theirs. That they got to raise these tiny humans together. That somehow all four of them had built this life from the wreckage of everything that came before.

“Do you want more kids?” Zane asked.

He felt Avi shrug once more. “I’m down. We have the room. Do you want more kids?”

“I miss when they were the size of potatoes,” Zane admitted. “Remember when they were just little blobs waiting for us to help them become little people?”

He missed the midnight feedings and the sleepy cuddles. The way Oscar used to curl his entire fist around one of Zane’s fingers. The way West would fall asleep on Felix’s chest for hours.

“Have you told Asa this?” Avi asked.

Zane shook his head. “I don’t know if he actually wants us to have kids that are biologically ours.”

“Of course he does. I mean, if you do. He wants whatever you want. If you told him you wanted to start a goat farm and dress them all in designer baby clothes and push them around the city streets in a five-thousand-dollar stroller, he’d hand over his black card and start calling around for places that sell goat-sized baby clothes. My brother would do literally anything for you.”

Zane snickered at the idea of dressing up goats in Felix’s baby line and parading them around the city.

Felix would be horrified.

Or charmed.

One never knew with Felix.

“You know you have the right to want things too, right?” Avi asked in that same nonchalant way he talked about anything. “Like, you're a part of this family. If you want more kids, we’ll have more kids. The boys would love siblings. Asa would secretly love pretending he somehow knocked you up. If they had our DNA, even better.”

“I don’t want to stress him out,” Zane admitted.

“Stress out Asa? He’s a psychopath. He became an architect because he likes having thousands of lives in his hands. He’s a megalomaniac. If you tell him you want his babies to raise, he’ll probably lock you in the bedroom and physically try to impregnate you.”

“If I could get pregnant, this house wouldn’t be big enough for all the kids we'd have,” Zane said wistfully.

“You and Freckles are both such freaks about babies. You both have crazy breeding kinks.”

“You think it's hot,” Zane countered.

“On you, yeah. On Freckles, it's just fucking weird. Like, that's my brother. I don’t need to know that he secretly dreams about Jericho impregnating him.”

“Did Adam tell you that?” Zane asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Avi said, grimacing.

Zane laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know. I’ll talk to Felix first, then Asa.”

“If you're serious, we can talk to them tonight after we finish our playtime. Everyone is bound to be in a great mood.”

There was no hesitation in his voice. No concern about money or space or logistics. Just certainty that if Zane wanted something, they would figure it out together. Maybe that just came from a place of money never being an issue. Money bought food and nannies and security. 

Zane nodded, then yawned, setting his controller down. “Can I take a little nap?”

“Sure.”

Zane pulled the blanket higher up on his chest, watching from beneath half-closed lids as Avi switched the game from Stardew to some first-person shooter.

The warmth of Avi’s naked body and his soft grunts every time he killed someone easily lulled Zane to sleep. The sounds blended together into something oddly comforting. The clicking of buttons. The low hum of the television. The occasional curse under Avi’s breath.

He felt Avi’s chin rest on his head.

His arms stayed around him, holding him close even as he played.

“Night, Zaney.”

“Night…”

The last thing Zane felt before sleep claimed him was Avi pressing a kiss into his hair.