The Joys of Parenthood
Title: The Joys of Parenthood
Drabble: # 3 by fansee
Beta: The wonderful _alicesprings
This story was written for the Small Things Made Large Challenge at qaf_challenges. Check out all the stories from the challenge here!
Gus was stabbing and killing his ravioli, one by one. Mel said, "So, Gus, didn't your pre-kindergarten go on a field trip today?"
"Yep."
"Well, tell me about it."
"I awready told Mom."
"You didn't tell me."
"It was very inneresting. We saw pigs and chickens and cows. They were milking the cows." Gus put down his fork. “Jus’ like when Daddy milked Justin.”
Two sets of appalled maternal eyes stared at him.
Lindsay broke the lengthy silence. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for….” Her voice trailed off at Mel’s sardonic expression.
“Yeah? Like what? You tell me.”
The museum was torture.
Kids everywhere and every fucking one of them was crying. Kids that don't even fucking belong to me running up and putting their sticky little hands on me for no apparent reason. Every surface covered in a layer of grime that is sure to make Gus, Justin and myself sick with the fucking plague or whatever it is children and other rodents carry.
Twenty minutes in and all I could think about was a hot shower, a stiff drink and Justin's ass.
Two hours in and after Gus' third throw down drag out tantrum of the day - this one triggered by my suggestion that we should get the fuck out of this god forsaken place - and I was contemplating slitting my wrist or just abandoning Justin and cutting my losses.
Justin handled the meltdown with enviable grace for about five minutes and then gave up, threw Gus over his shoulder and headed for the nearest exit.
Gus cried himself out in the car and finally passed out. I briefly considered driving around for a while in fear he might wake when we stopped but the pull of home was too great.
He woke briefly when I lifted him out of the car seat.
"I love the museum Daddy."
He voice was so soft and sweet that it was hard to reconcile with the terror he had been not thirty minutes earlier. And then he fell right back to sleep.
He probably needed a snack and he certainly could have washed his hands, but there was no way I was going to give up the current much needed quiet.
I laid him on his bed and carefully took off his sneakers. He was dead to the world when I pulled the door closed.
Which is why it was such a surprise when he walked into our room twenty minutes later...
Justin was already finishing up in the shower when I came back from putting Gus down.
"Shower fast; I need you to fuck the shit out of me before he wakes up."
"You aren't going to get any complaints from me."
When I come into the bedroom he's already on his stomach on the bed.
"I'm ready, and I'm seriously not in the mood to wait."
I laugh, but I don't even thinking about teasing him or slowing things down. I need this as badly as he does right now.
His hole is wet with lube and it's clear he made good use of my time in the shower.
When I push in he pushes back. He wants it hard and fast and I suppose it can't hurt to take out a little aggression here since we have several more hours before Gus' moms come to pick him up.
I grab his shoulders and use them to pull him into every thrust. He's on all fours, back arched deeply, taking all I can give him. My hands move to his hips and my thrusts become shorter, sharper.
Coming inside his ass is like a release on the pressure valve. He uses his muscles to squeeze the fuck out of me and I jerk through a particularly powerful orgasm for what feels like minutes.
When I'm through I pull him upright and reach for his cock. His back is tight against my chest and he's writhing against me.
A few rough tugs are all it takes for him to come.
And that's when I hear a confused little voice.
"Daddy... what are you doing?"
Drabble: # 3 by fansee
Beta: The wonderful _alicesprings
This story was written for the Small Things Made Large Challenge at qaf_challenges. Check out all the stories from the challenge here!
Gus was stabbing and killing his ravioli, one by one. Mel said, "So, Gus, didn't your pre-kindergarten go on a field trip today?"
"Yep."
"Well, tell me about it."
"I awready told Mom."
"You didn't tell me."
"It was very inneresting. We saw pigs and chickens and cows. They were milking the cows." Gus put down his fork. “Jus’ like when Daddy milked Justin.”
Two sets of appalled maternal eyes stared at him.
Lindsay broke the lengthy silence. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for….” Her voice trailed off at Mel’s sardonic expression.
“Yeah? Like what? You tell me.”
The museum was torture.
Kids everywhere and every fucking one of them was crying. Kids that don't even fucking belong to me running up and putting their sticky little hands on me for no apparent reason. Every surface covered in a layer of grime that is sure to make Gus, Justin and myself sick with the fucking plague or whatever it is children and other rodents carry.
Twenty minutes in and all I could think about was a hot shower, a stiff drink and Justin's ass.
Two hours in and after Gus' third throw down drag out tantrum of the day - this one triggered by my suggestion that we should get the fuck out of this god forsaken place - and I was contemplating slitting my wrist or just abandoning Justin and cutting my losses.
Justin handled the meltdown with enviable grace for about five minutes and then gave up, threw Gus over his shoulder and headed for the nearest exit.
Gus cried himself out in the car and finally passed out. I briefly considered driving around for a while in fear he might wake when we stopped but the pull of home was too great.
He woke briefly when I lifted him out of the car seat.
"I love the museum Daddy."
He voice was so soft and sweet that it was hard to reconcile with the terror he had been not thirty minutes earlier. And then he fell right back to sleep.
He probably needed a snack and he certainly could have washed his hands, but there was no way I was going to give up the current much needed quiet.
I laid him on his bed and carefully took off his sneakers. He was dead to the world when I pulled the door closed.
Which is why it was such a surprise when he walked into our room twenty minutes later...
Justin was already finishing up in the shower when I came back from putting Gus down.
"Shower fast; I need you to fuck the shit out of me before he wakes up."
"You aren't going to get any complaints from me."
When I come into the bedroom he's already on his stomach on the bed.
"I'm ready, and I'm seriously not in the mood to wait."
I laugh, but I don't even thinking about teasing him or slowing things down. I need this as badly as he does right now.
His hole is wet with lube and it's clear he made good use of my time in the shower.
When I push in he pushes back. He wants it hard and fast and I suppose it can't hurt to take out a little aggression here since we have several more hours before Gus' moms come to pick him up.
I grab his shoulders and use them to pull him into every thrust. He's on all fours, back arched deeply, taking all I can give him. My hands move to his hips and my thrusts become shorter, sharper.
Coming inside his ass is like a release on the pressure valve. He uses his muscles to squeeze the fuck out of me and I jerk through a particularly powerful orgasm for what feels like minutes.
When I'm through I pull him upright and reach for his cock. His back is tight against my chest and he's writhing against me.
A few rough tugs are all it takes for him to come.
And that's when I hear a confused little voice.
"Daddy... what are you doing?"