Baby Makes Four (5/?)
Title: Baby Makes Four (4/?)
Author: riversorrowdh
Rating: R
Summary: Michael and Stacey are married and have a four year old daughter, but Michael is in love with David and Jason.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys or Stacey.
Author's Notes: This is probably the only time I will ever write a sex scene. I'm absolutely terrible at it, but it was important to the plot. Comments are always welcome.
I dream about them. All night, their faces dance in my head. They tell me not to worry, that everything would work out. I want to believe them more than anything, but as I open my eyes and see the living room surrounding me, the dreams fade away and I’m left empty and miserable.
Since Stacey stormed in on us the other night, I’ve been sleeping on the couch. Before, every now and again she would allow me back into the bedroom for a night or two, but that was when there was something worth fighting for.
Whenever Stacey would want something from me, or vice versa, she usually uses Gracie as a messenger. This angers me more than anything. Whenever I try and talk to her, I get the cold shoulder and a scoff in my general direction.
Since Stacey will no longer allow David and Jason into the house, I spend most of my time over there. I use the excuse of picking Gracie up at preschool to sneak in a visit. Of course, I take Gracie along with me; she’s been asking nonstop about David and Jason since that day.
I’ve been hinting at a divorce so subtly, to see if she catches on. It isn’t worth the risk of asking out loud. If Jason and David were here, I’m sure I would be able to. I don’t want to come out to her about our relationship just yet. I want to wait for the right moment to strike. That is, if she ever speaks to me again. It’s not fair to her, myself, or David and Jason that we keep living this lie. My lovers hate to see me unhappy, and I don’t want to hurt them any further.
My phone beeps; I’ve got a message. I pick it up from the coffee table and look at it. I smile as I see David’s name on the screen.
MJ!
Can’t wait to see u and Gracie…. Call us!! ;)
Love Baby Blue and Sugarfoot
Michael,
I’m going back to work today. I’m sorry for being so cold to you these past couple of days, and I’m sorry. I don’t want to stop you from spending time with your best friends. Please forgive me for being such a bitch; I don’t know what got into me. Don’t worry about picking up Gracie. We’ll be back around 5 o’clock tonight.
Love, Stacey.
A sudden, intense pang of guilt courses through my veins. Shaking it off, I try hard to remember the last time I had the house all to myself, which was, coincidentally, the last day the boys were thrown out of the house. I tell myself that I’ll worry about Stacey later, but I’ve got lost time to make up for. Without wasting any time, I pick up my cell phone again and dial their number.
"You feel like being naughty?" I cackle into the phone when Jason answers.
"Hi, Michael!" His cheery spirit replenishes my soul and makes me smile.
"What’s up, Castro?"
He laughs, "You know what."
It’s so rare that Jason be the one to make sex jokes, I can’t help but laugh back. I hear him call David and soon, another voice is on the line.
"King Michael." He states.
"The girls are gone until five today."
"Yeah?"
"Come on over." My heart speaks before my mind has a chance to stop it.
"Are you sure?" David says.
Jason chimes in with, "What about Stacey?"
"Don’t give her a thought. I want you guys." I say this last sentence with such urgency that they can’t help but to agree.
The three of us hang up with the promise that we would be together in half an hour. Afraid of losing any more time, I don’t bother to change out of the tank top and boxers I wore to bed last night.
I open up the windows throughout the house, letting the warm December air waft though the cold feeling inside.
They don’t even bother to knock. David and Jason rush through the door and we run into each other’s arms. As we kiss every inch of my body is on fire, and every part of my brain knows this is wrong. My mind tries to pry my lips off of theirs, tries to stop my hands from wandering to their lowers. I hear them moan and immediately I know that this is where I belong. I try to silence the pounding in my brain and give a loud groan that would be anything but pleasurable. They pull apart from me and stare into my eyes. I can’t meet theirs.
"What’s up, Johns?" David asks me, his hand on my shoulder. I hold up a finger, unable to speak, and collect the note from Stacey off of the fridge. They read it with their heads bent together. My mind warred with itself. One half wanted to forget the whole, stupid mess and ask them to leave before something bad happens. The less sensible part wants to take them both upstairs and fuck them silly. I go with neither, knowing I couldn’t bear the consequences of the first don’t deserve the pleasure of the other. Instead I stand there until both sets of eyes snap back up to my face.
"Would you rather we left?" David voices his concern. I look them both in the eyes and I finally realize what I really want.
"I want you two. I’m going to tell Stacey about us after Gracie goes to bed tonight. We’ll just let the cards fall where they may." I look them tentatively in the eyes, wary of what their answer would be.
"Do you want us to come back then?" It’s Jason that speaks this time, his warm hand on my arm.
I shake my head. "No. I want you to stay." They take my hint and I am sure that my decision was heartfelt and still somewhat rational. Both halves got what they wanted.
I know that, after that, I would be the one to make the first move, so I take a brave step forward and press my lips to Jason’s, who’s the nearest. I feel David’s hand on my ass, stroking me there, and a new, comfortable fire starts. I moan against Jason’s lips and stroke his neck the way he likes. I found out months ago that touching Jason was like petting a furry kitten; if you hit just the right spot, the boy would literally start to purr. I pull back from him and turn to David, who’s still stroking me. The three of us lock eyes and dart for the bedroom.
Jason crawls onto the bed and strips himself of his clothes until he’s in only his underwear. I crawl on after him and push him back against the pillows. Jason wraps his legs around mine, trapping me close to him. I can feel him already hard against my hips; he moans as I rubbed up against him. Jason pushes up against my hips then pulls back suddenly, teasing me. I break the kiss and scowl at him. He smiles. It’s sweet and sincere and makes my heart melt. I press my lips against his, urgently. He responded by tugging at my shirt, pulling it off of my back in one smooth motion. Jason begins to tug at my pants, and just as he starts to slide them off, I pull back and slip off his underwear. As I gaze at the beautiful, naked boy below me, I smile and lick my lips. I can’t help but laugh as he blushes, my favorite reaction of his. I kiss each of his reddening cheeks in turn, making him glow even brighter.
"You’re so shy, Jay," I tease him. Jason smiles sweetly and looks down out of embarrassment. I laugh and lift his chin up with my fingers. "That’s what I love about you." Jason winds his arms around my bare neck and pressed his lips eagerly to mine. I respond instantly by rolling him around and laying the boy gently on his stomach. I regret that I can no longer look into those darling baby blues, and resist the urge to sink my cheeks into his butt cheeks. I can’t.
Jason and I both moan with pleasure as I gently lathe his bottom with my tongue, nipping the smooth, baby-soft skin there. He arches his back as I gently lick the inside of him, savoring the taste in my mouth.
Suddenly, I realize just in time what we’re missing. "David?"
"Right." He comes to my side with a small white tube and squirts some gel into his hands. I can feel him undoing my pants as I rub Jason’s back, dipping my head every now and again to kiss along his spine. "Michael," David says, "I can’t do this if you keep moving."
Reluctantly I pull back from Jason and he switches his weight to his side, leaning on his elbows to watch David lube me up. I can feel his pearly white smile on mine and David’s faces as he watches the scene. The boy is so easily aroused, sometimes. I smile and stroke his cheek, his dreadlocks brushing softly against my knuckles. I arch my back and almost climax as David continues putting on the lube. The deliberately slow strokes made me love him and want to smack him all at the same time. David could sense both mine and Jason’s agitation and let me go. "Proceed."
I move back towards Jason, who braces himself as I enter him. I get the feeling that David isn’t all too gentle and careful with the youngest of our group. That’s just how David is, though. Sometimes he can only think with his dick and not with his brain. I laugh silently as Jason’s breathing quickens and he comes close to a climax. I quicken my strokes inside of him until my body shivers and explodes with pleasure. Jason comes not long after me, and I dip my head and nuzzle against his back while getting my second wind.
David comes up behind me and places a hand on either of my hips and kissed the back of my head, burying his face in the depths of my hair. Getting his non-too-subtle hint, I pull out of Jason and after quieting the boy’s whimper and protest, roll off of him and face David.
He raises his eyebrows sexily, as if asking, "how do you want to do this?"
I smile and say slyly, "I know how much you like to put things in your mouth." Raising an eyebrow at him, he smiles and dips his head down to my lowers. He scoops me into his mouth and makes me tremble with excitement. Jason massages my thigh and David’s cheek in the same movement, which only heightens the extreme pleasure I feel. David swallows expertly as I come inside his mouth. David pulls me out of his mouth and he rolls me over onto my stomach. After Jason lubed him up, he entered me and we both groaned in ecstasy.
After all of our heart rates had slowed and our breathing returned to normal, the three of us lie in bed; David and I next to each other, Jason draped across our laps like a beautiful angel. One by one we start to drift off. All through the room, the aura of love wafted through the air and we fell into a comfortable silence in each other’s arms.
And not one of us heard the front door open.
I laugh out loud at their use of nicknames. Closing my phone, I take a brisk walk around the house. There’s a note from Stacey on the refrigerator.
Author: riversorrowdh
Rating: R
Summary: Michael and Stacey are married and have a four year old daughter, but Michael is in love with David and Jason.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys or Stacey.
Author's Notes: This is probably the only time I will ever write a sex scene. I'm absolutely terrible at it, but it was important to the plot. Comments are always welcome.
I dream about them. All night, their faces dance in my head. They tell me not to worry, that everything would work out. I want to believe them more than anything, but as I open my eyes and see the living room surrounding me, the dreams fade away and I’m left empty and miserable.
Since Stacey stormed in on us the other night, I’ve been sleeping on the couch. Before, every now and again she would allow me back into the bedroom for a night or two, but that was when there was something worth fighting for.
Whenever Stacey would want something from me, or vice versa, she usually uses Gracie as a messenger. This angers me more than anything. Whenever I try and talk to her, I get the cold shoulder and a scoff in my general direction.
Since Stacey will no longer allow David and Jason into the house, I spend most of my time over there. I use the excuse of picking Gracie up at preschool to sneak in a visit. Of course, I take Gracie along with me; she’s been asking nonstop about David and Jason since that day.
I’ve been hinting at a divorce so subtly, to see if she catches on. It isn’t worth the risk of asking out loud. If Jason and David were here, I’m sure I would be able to. I don’t want to come out to her about our relationship just yet. I want to wait for the right moment to strike. That is, if she ever speaks to me again. It’s not fair to her, myself, or David and Jason that we keep living this lie. My lovers hate to see me unhappy, and I don’t want to hurt them any further.
My phone beeps; I’ve got a message. I pick it up from the coffee table and look at it. I smile as I see David’s name on the screen.
MJ!
Can’t wait to see u and Gracie…. Call us!! ;)
Love Baby Blue and Sugarfoot
Michael,
I’m going back to work today. I’m sorry for being so cold to you these past couple of days, and I’m sorry. I don’t want to stop you from spending time with your best friends. Please forgive me for being such a bitch; I don’t know what got into me. Don’t worry about picking up Gracie. We’ll be back around 5 o’clock tonight.
Love, Stacey.
A sudden, intense pang of guilt courses through my veins. Shaking it off, I try hard to remember the last time I had the house all to myself, which was, coincidentally, the last day the boys were thrown out of the house. I tell myself that I’ll worry about Stacey later, but I’ve got lost time to make up for. Without wasting any time, I pick up my cell phone again and dial their number.
"You feel like being naughty?" I cackle into the phone when Jason answers.
"Hi, Michael!" His cheery spirit replenishes my soul and makes me smile.
"What’s up, Castro?"
He laughs, "You know what."
It’s so rare that Jason be the one to make sex jokes, I can’t help but laugh back. I hear him call David and soon, another voice is on the line.
"King Michael." He states.
"The girls are gone until five today."
"Yeah?"
"Come on over." My heart speaks before my mind has a chance to stop it.
"Are you sure?" David says.
Jason chimes in with, "What about Stacey?"
"Don’t give her a thought. I want you guys." I say this last sentence with such urgency that they can’t help but to agree.
The three of us hang up with the promise that we would be together in half an hour. Afraid of losing any more time, I don’t bother to change out of the tank top and boxers I wore to bed last night.
I open up the windows throughout the house, letting the warm December air waft though the cold feeling inside.
They don’t even bother to knock. David and Jason rush through the door and we run into each other’s arms. As we kiss every inch of my body is on fire, and every part of my brain knows this is wrong. My mind tries to pry my lips off of theirs, tries to stop my hands from wandering to their lowers. I hear them moan and immediately I know that this is where I belong. I try to silence the pounding in my brain and give a loud groan that would be anything but pleasurable. They pull apart from me and stare into my eyes. I can’t meet theirs.
"What’s up, Johns?" David asks me, his hand on my shoulder. I hold up a finger, unable to speak, and collect the note from Stacey off of the fridge. They read it with their heads bent together. My mind warred with itself. One half wanted to forget the whole, stupid mess and ask them to leave before something bad happens. The less sensible part wants to take them both upstairs and fuck them silly. I go with neither, knowing I couldn’t bear the consequences of the first don’t deserve the pleasure of the other. Instead I stand there until both sets of eyes snap back up to my face.
"Would you rather we left?" David voices his concern. I look them both in the eyes and I finally realize what I really want.
"I want you two. I’m going to tell Stacey about us after Gracie goes to bed tonight. We’ll just let the cards fall where they may." I look them tentatively in the eyes, wary of what their answer would be.
"Do you want us to come back then?" It’s Jason that speaks this time, his warm hand on my arm.
I shake my head. "No. I want you to stay." They take my hint and I am sure that my decision was heartfelt and still somewhat rational. Both halves got what they wanted.
I know that, after that, I would be the one to make the first move, so I take a brave step forward and press my lips to Jason’s, who’s the nearest. I feel David’s hand on my ass, stroking me there, and a new, comfortable fire starts. I moan against Jason’s lips and stroke his neck the way he likes. I found out months ago that touching Jason was like petting a furry kitten; if you hit just the right spot, the boy would literally start to purr. I pull back from him and turn to David, who’s still stroking me. The three of us lock eyes and dart for the bedroom.
Jason crawls onto the bed and strips himself of his clothes until he’s in only his underwear. I crawl on after him and push him back against the pillows. Jason wraps his legs around mine, trapping me close to him. I can feel him already hard against my hips; he moans as I rubbed up against him. Jason pushes up against my hips then pulls back suddenly, teasing me. I break the kiss and scowl at him. He smiles. It’s sweet and sincere and makes my heart melt. I press my lips against his, urgently. He responded by tugging at my shirt, pulling it off of my back in one smooth motion. Jason begins to tug at my pants, and just as he starts to slide them off, I pull back and slip off his underwear. As I gaze at the beautiful, naked boy below me, I smile and lick my lips. I can’t help but laugh as he blushes, my favorite reaction of his. I kiss each of his reddening cheeks in turn, making him glow even brighter.
"You’re so shy, Jay," I tease him. Jason smiles sweetly and looks down out of embarrassment. I laugh and lift his chin up with my fingers. "That’s what I love about you." Jason winds his arms around my bare neck and pressed his lips eagerly to mine. I respond instantly by rolling him around and laying the boy gently on his stomach. I regret that I can no longer look into those darling baby blues, and resist the urge to sink my cheeks into his butt cheeks. I can’t.
Jason and I both moan with pleasure as I gently lathe his bottom with my tongue, nipping the smooth, baby-soft skin there. He arches his back as I gently lick the inside of him, savoring the taste in my mouth.
Suddenly, I realize just in time what we’re missing. "David?"
"Right." He comes to my side with a small white tube and squirts some gel into his hands. I can feel him undoing my pants as I rub Jason’s back, dipping my head every now and again to kiss along his spine. "Michael," David says, "I can’t do this if you keep moving."
Reluctantly I pull back from Jason and he switches his weight to his side, leaning on his elbows to watch David lube me up. I can feel his pearly white smile on mine and David’s faces as he watches the scene. The boy is so easily aroused, sometimes. I smile and stroke his cheek, his dreadlocks brushing softly against my knuckles. I arch my back and almost climax as David continues putting on the lube. The deliberately slow strokes made me love him and want to smack him all at the same time. David could sense both mine and Jason’s agitation and let me go. "Proceed."
I move back towards Jason, who braces himself as I enter him. I get the feeling that David isn’t all too gentle and careful with the youngest of our group. That’s just how David is, though. Sometimes he can only think with his dick and not with his brain. I laugh silently as Jason’s breathing quickens and he comes close to a climax. I quicken my strokes inside of him until my body shivers and explodes with pleasure. Jason comes not long after me, and I dip my head and nuzzle against his back while getting my second wind.
David comes up behind me and places a hand on either of my hips and kissed the back of my head, burying his face in the depths of my hair. Getting his non-too-subtle hint, I pull out of Jason and after quieting the boy’s whimper and protest, roll off of him and face David.
He raises his eyebrows sexily, as if asking, "how do you want to do this?"
I smile and say slyly, "I know how much you like to put things in your mouth." Raising an eyebrow at him, he smiles and dips his head down to my lowers. He scoops me into his mouth and makes me tremble with excitement. Jason massages my thigh and David’s cheek in the same movement, which only heightens the extreme pleasure I feel. David swallows expertly as I come inside his mouth. David pulls me out of his mouth and he rolls me over onto my stomach. After Jason lubed him up, he entered me and we both groaned in ecstasy.
After all of our heart rates had slowed and our breathing returned to normal, the three of us lie in bed; David and I next to each other, Jason draped across our laps like a beautiful angel. One by one we start to drift off. All through the room, the aura of love wafted through the air and we fell into a comfortable silence in each other’s arms.
And not one of us heard the front door open.
I laugh out loud at their use of nicknames. Closing my phone, I take a brisk walk around the house. There’s a note from Stacey on the refrigerator.