A/N: You have been so kind in your reviews - it warms my heart so much. Thank you so much for joining me for this adventure. Be sure to apply sunblock frequently and keep yourself well-hydrated.

Warnings: Rated M for adult situations, language and sexy times. Have a fan & iced drink handy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters - or Oreo cookies for that matter. I have invited some of the boys to play and will do my best to return them unharmed – although they may be a little tired and a bit more tan.

Shove Me Harder

Chapter Two: Two of a Kind, Working on a Full House

"I'm sorry we're late," apologized Rob when Scott slid into his car, dropping a backpack next to his sandal clad feet. "J.D. had a rough start this morning, probably because he was so excited about getting to go to the water park. Then, I took the wrong exit and we had to backtrack." Sighing away some of his frustration, Rob tried to rub out the tension in his neck while taking a moment to admire the man next to him. Scott had chosen to wear a black OSU collared shirt and red denim shorts – both colors setting off his tan nicely.

Peeking at the backseat, Scott grinned at the sight of J.D passed out asleep from the long drive from Lima to Columbus. "It's fine," Scott replied quietly. "I'm just really glad you're here. Both of you." Reaching over to thread his fingers through the short hair on the back of Rob's head, Scott slowly guided Rob's lips to his, kissing him gently. "Really glad," he whispered when they broke apart.

Probably grinning like an idiot, Rob felt his cheeks flush at the comment. "I've been looking forward to this, probably more than J.D.," he admitted. "You know," he said, tucking his head a little, gazing at Scott sideways, "You. Water. Swimsuit. Tan lines. Being somewhere where I can look and touch." Turning to face the road, Rob put the car into drive and pulled away from the building housing Scott's dorm room. He startled when Scott's hand dropped relatively high on his leg.

"You can look and touch any time, hon," Scott tossed out flirtatiously.

"Anytime a particular little boy is conked out, maybe." Smiling shyly, Rob scooted down in his seat just enough to cause Scott's hand to slip even closer to where he wanted it most.

Swallowing hard, Scott took a deep breath and let it out slowly, desperate to calm his nerves. He could feel Rob brushing against the back of his hand with every breath he took and every bump in the road. In the short time since they'd met, they had managed to talk on the phone every night – and yes, there was some over-the-top flirtation going on between them.

But to be here, in the close-quarters of Rob's car, where the sexual tension between them just ratcheted up 1000%, unable to act on it because of a six-year old chaperon named J.D. had Scott frustrated. Sexually frustrated. "Do you think," he ground out, "J.D.'s dad might be willing to get a babysitter some night after I finish my final exams? You know, so we could go on a date. Just the two of us."

"Scott –"

"Shh. Don't, hon. It's not like that," Scott murmured, squeezing Rob's thigh. "I've loved spending time with you and J.D. I really am looking forward to spending time with both of you today. I'd just really like to go out with you and … be able to … kiss you. Touch you. Explore … things, with you. Do all that without worrying about damaging a little boy for life."

Chuckling quietly, Rob flicked the tip of his tongue over his dry lips, moistening them. "Todd and Kelli would take him any night I asked. Overnight if … if we thought things might … go that long. I mean," Rob hesitated for a moment. "I don't want to presume and I don't want to pressure you into moving faster than you want."

"Oh, I want," Scott blurted.

Rob's blush deepened as he tried to concentrate on driving. "Me too," he said softly. "I mean, it's been awhile … since I … had anyone who," voice cracking, Rob stopped speaking.

"Hey," Scott whispered, turning in his seat as much as the seatbelt would allow, "Shh. We can talk about this later. Like when you're not driving a car with your son and incredibly hot boyfriend-to-be as passengers," he offered gently, taking Rob's right hand in both of his.

"Boyfriend-to-be?"

"Well, yeah," Scott said with a shrug. "I'm waiting to take J.D.'s dad out on a date and, when it goes as well as I know it's going to, then I thought I might ask him if he was interested in maybe making things more … exclusive. Not that I'm seeing anyone else. Not that I've seen anyone since I left high school," he rambled, playing with Rob's fingers.

"I'm not seeing anyone, Scott," Rob offered. "Everyone comes with baggage, but I come with a Louis Vuitton fourteen piece matching set of baggage," he derided. "If there are gay men in Lima, Ohio willing to date a guy with a kid, I haven't been able to find them."

Scott leaned over, brushing his lips against Rob's ear. "I'm willing. So stop looking. I'll be in Lima in two weeks. You can wait two weeks, can't you?" he teased, his voice dropping lower.

Rolling his eyes, Rob huffed. "I guess. If I have to." Imitating his six year old son at his most put-out, Rob risked a glance at Scott – who was right there. "You gonna make it worth my wait, Rowlands?"

Turning into the parking lot of Raging Rivers, Rob rolled down his window and exchanged the cash Scott placed in his hand for a parking pass. Following the directions Scott gave, they found an out-of-the-way parking spot, partially shaded by some trees. Turning off the engine, Rob was surprised when Scott clicked their seatbelts off and cupped his face with both hands.

"It's so going to be worth the wait, Mr. Bokemeier," he murmured before proceeding to press their lips together in a heated slide. Sliding his hand behind Rob's head, Scott held him in place as he firmly ran his tongue along Rob's lower lip before dipping his tongue inside. Moaning at the sensations and the heat and the taste that was decidedly Rob, Scott was loathe to pull away. But they were in a parking lot at a family friendly water park with a small child in the back seat.

A small child who was beginning to stir, letting out a long, loud sigh before asking sleepily, "Daddy? Daddy, are we there?"

Pulling way just enough to stare at each other dopily, Rob brushed one last kiss on Scott's lips, murmuring, "Save those thoughts." Turning to look at his son, Rob reached out and shook his leg gently. "Buddy? Time to wake up. We're here."

J.D. blinked repeatedly before his head rolled heavily to the side again. "How long does it take to get to the water park after we pick up Mr. Scott?" he asked, yawning widely.

Scott laughed quietly. "J.D.? You already picked me up. When your dad said we were here, he meant we're here. At Raging Rivers. Are you ready for our adventure?"

At the news they were already at the water park, J.D.'s eyes shot open as wide as they could go. "Mr. Scott!" he yelled with excitement before his expression slowly morphed into something more serious. "I fell asleep."

"I noticed," Scott replied with a smile. While Rob climbed out of the driver's seat so he could unbuckle J.D., Scott continued speaking with the young boy. "It's a long drive out to Columbus, J.D. Did you have a nice dream?"

J.D.'s face scrunched up in thought. "I think so. There was a ninja. But not the green ninja. I think it was the red ninja. He was teaching me how to fight with a sword. And there was a blue dragon on a motorcycle."

Rubbing his fingers over his jaw, Scott nodded thoughtfully. "Wow! Ninjas and dragons. That's a pretty impressive dream. I usually dream about school. Missing my classes because I overslept or forgetting to do my homework. I wouldn't mind if a dragon on a motorcycle showed up in my dreams," Scott said with an equally serious expression.

When everyone had climbed out of the car, Rob and Scott shouldered their backpacks full of towels and swimsuits. Scott held his hand out to J.D. "So, Little Man, are you going to walk or would you like to ride up on my shoulders?"

Eyes sparkling with delight, J.D. began bouncing in place. "Ohmygosh, can I, Daddy? Can I ride on Mr. Scott's shoulders? Pleeeaaase?"

"Yeah, Daddy," Scott responded flirtatiously, his eyes capturing Rob's, "Pleeeaaase?" Holding J.D.'s hand, Scott swung it between the two of them.

Closing his eyes, Rob shook his head in disbelief. "May I," Rob replied automatically, grumbling under his breath that the pair of them were incorrigible.

Sighing, J.D. popped a hand on his hip, in a fair approximation of Rob. "May I, Daddy?" In another couple years, J.D.'s tone would be considered sassing his father. But at six, it was just a little boy copying the man he looked up to most in the world.

At Rob's reply of yes, Scott grasped J.D. under the arms and lifted him high up in the air to sit on his shoulders. "Feel okay, J.D.? You can hold on to my hair or my ears if you need to," he offered, pleased when the little boy's hands slid down to press into his cheeks.

"Let's go, Daddy," Scott said, dragging out the last word as he nudged Rob's shoulder. Keeping a firm grip on J.D.'s knees, Scott made sure the little boy stayed balanced so high off the ground.

"Is that going to be a thing, Scott?" Rob asked softly. "You calling me 'daddy'." Walking close, but not too close, Rob was very much aware every time their hands brushed against each other.

Slowing his pace, Scott glanced at Rob. "I … I don't know. Does it bother you? Do you not like it?" his concern bled through to his voice. They joined the line of people purchasing admission into the park. Rob stayed quiet as Scott handed over a card from his wallet and spoke quietly to the young woman working in the ticket booth. "We're good," he announced, quickly walking through the turnstile before waiting for Rob to catch up.

"How much do I owe you?"

"You don't."

"Scott."

Pressing a finger against Rob's lips, Scott prevented him from arguing. "I have some friends who work here. They left me passes for you and J.D. But if you're worried about taking advantage of me, you can buy me a corn dog for lunch and we'll call it even."

Rob stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Daddy," he growled just loud enough for Scott to hear.

"I'm sorry?" Scott couldn't tear his gaze away from Rob's emerald eyes, enthralled by the flare of desire he saw within them.

"You can buy me a corn dog for lunch, Daddy," Rob's shot back skimming his fingers across the front of Scott's shorts. "I … I think it's hot … when you say it like that." Staring hard at Scott, Rob watched with pleasure as he saw the subtle changes in Scott as the comment sunk in.

"And if I'm going to take advantage of you – it's going to be with the two of us alone. Naked and alone." Mouth dry, Rob gulped at the realization of what he had just admitted in public with his son scant inches away.

"Daddy! Can we get changed?" J.D.'s question startled both men from their flirtation. Smacking the top of Scott's head, J.D. pointed towards the area where throngs of kids his size were playing in crystal clear pools with sprinklers and sprayers and waterfalls. "I wanna try out my new snorkel. Can we pleeeaaassse get changed now?"

Stepping back from each other, Scott and Rob both laughed, alleviating some of the tension between them. Scott started towards the locker rooms. "That, J.D., sounds like a plan. Do you have fins to go with that snorkel?"

"Nah. I do, but they hurt my feet and I have to wear socks if I use them. It looks ridiculous, Mr. Scott. Um, so, I left them at home under my bed. But I brought the mask and snorkel. That's okay, right?" Still seated on Scott's shoulders, J.D. carefully ducked his head as they made their way into the heavily tiled room.

Reaching up, Scott lifted J.D. down, balancing the boy on his hip as they looked for an unrented locker to place their clothes. "It's totally fine, J.D. Are you going to go on some of the water slides with me and your dad? Maybe jump off the high dive? I'll be there to catch you, if you want."

"I … I don't know," J.D. stuttered, biting his lip. "The high dive's high. It's kinda scary, you know. And I don't think my dad wants me up that high."

Rob turned away from the locker he'd found to cup his son's face. "Baby, you can do anything you put your mind to. And if you feel up to conquering the high dive today, there is no one I'd like better to take you than Mr. Scott. Did I tell you what his job is?"

J.D.'s face scrunched up in thought. "I thought he's a student. You said we were picking him up at his school and he gets to live at school 'cause that's where his bedroom is. Mr. Scott? Is your bedroom next to your classroom? And where does your teacher live? Is her bedroom at school too?"

A wide grin splitting his face, Scott reached out to squeeze Rob's hand before kneeling in front of J.D. "You ask really good questions," he said, meeting J.D.'s gaze. "Really good questions. Don't ever stop. My bedroom is in a very tall building with lots of other students' bedrooms. Maybe, if we have time, when you and your dad drop me off, we'll have enough time that I can show you. I can point out where the classrooms are too."

Standing up, Scott realized Rob had used the time he'd been speaking with J.D. to quickly change into his swimsuit. Admittedly, he was more than a little disappointed at not being able to sneak a peek at what Rob had hidden under his colorful swimsuit that transitioned from a deep green to a dark yellow to an ocean blue.

Rob caught Scott checking him out. "Like what you see?" he teased. Truthfully, Rob was filled with more than a little apprehension when it came to his physical appearance. As a student athlete, Scott had to keep in top condition. And while Rob worked out at the gym regularly, there just was no comparison. Rob worked out so he could occasionally have dessert or a beer on the weekend without guilt. Scott did it to stay competitive playing at the collegiate level. Knowing Scott was constantly surrounded by other men who were equally fit – just raised every self-doubt he had.

It was apparent to Scott that there were a thousand thoughts running through Rob's head. "I most definitely like what I see," he admitted with a smirk. "J.D.? Make sure your dad remembers to bring the sunblock outside. We're gonna need to make sure we keep putting it on, so our skin doesn't burn." He began stripping off his clothes, making it obvious that he knew that Rob knew that he knew that Rob was watching the entire process.

J.D. had removed his clothing and was currently trying to slip into his swimsuit without falling over. Swatting away his dad's hand, he grumbled, "I can do it, Daddy. I can do it myself." With one leg in, the other got caught in waistband, and he went tumbling into Scott's legs.

Scott reached out a hand to steady himself, grabbing Rob's shoulder with one hand and J.D.'s upper arm with the other preventing the little boy from falling. Unfortunately, this left no hands to hold up his swimsuit that hadn't quite gotten over his hips. Once he knew that J.D. wasn't going to fall, Scott let go of him and quickly reached down to retrieve his swim suit. A pink flush of embarrassment spread across his body.

"You're adorable when you blush," Rob said, holding out one hand to J.D. and pushing a wayward curl behind Scott's ear with the other. "I mean, you're pretty much a living, breathing Greek statue any other time I look at you. Freakin' Adonis, and all. But when you flush like this," he brushed his fingers down Scott's chest to the waistband of his suit, "It's hot in a whole different way."

There were a lot of things Scott wanted to say to that. But it was either too early in their relationship, or too inappropriate to say in front of J.D. Instead, Scott mouthed 'thank you' to Rob and reached down to tickle J.D. on his ribs. "Ready to go, Buddy?" he asked. "I really wanna ride the Lazy River. They have two person inner tubes and you can sit with your dad as we ride together."

J.D. began to bounce in place, so Scott flipped the boy upside down, legs hanging over his arm, and started to walk towards the exit.

"Don't forget our towels and the sunblock," Scott tossed over his shoulder. "I'll need to apply that before we get wet … Daddy." Winking at Rob who was sporting his own flush, among other things, Scott walked out of the locker room, listening to a giggling J.D. as he did so.

The three of them had spent almost four hours at the water park, playing in the splash pools, riding some of the more tame water slides, and floating on the dual inner tubes on the Lazy River, J.D. taking turns sitting in their laps, unaware the men were holding hands under the water. Eventually, the sun and the excitement and the physical activity wore the boy out. When his crankiness and whining became an issue, Rob politely suggested that it was time for them to leave. And although it was less than a twenty minute drive back to campus, and he'd already had a two hour nap this morning on the drive to Columbus, J.D. had once again, passed out.

"Keys are in my front right pocket," Scott murmured, cradling J.D. in his arms as they all stood outside his dorm room.

Switching Scott's backpack to his other shoulder, Rob pressed up against his back, snaking his hand around Scott's waist so he could slide his fingers into the aforementioned pocket. Finding the keys, he dragged them out, taking his time. For a Saturday, the dormitory was quiet. Music could be heard from several of the rooms, but no one was in the hallway or in the student lounge.

"I think you had ulterior motives for offering to carry J.D. up here, Mr. Rowlands," Rob's voice was low in Scott's ear. Flipping through the keys, Rob found the one he thought had the largest probability of being the room key and held it up. "This one?" His lips brushed Scott's earlobe as he spoke.

"Uh huh," Scott answered, carefully leaning back into Rob.

Rob managed to unlock the door, swinging it open. God, it had been years since he'd had to live in one of these but he hadn't forgotten how tiny they were. "Where's your roommate?"

Scott had walked the five steps across the room to where his bed was carefully lofted. "There was a family emergency Winter quarter. He's taking care of his little sisters, so it's just me."

When Brayden left, Scott had asked the housing office to remove the second twin bed and desk. Being a residential assistant, and a student athlete, had the occasional perk. They did and afterwards, he realized there was just enough room between the end of the closet, which stuck out into the room, and his window – which had an almost twelve inch ledge, to place his bed – if he lifted it off the floor.

The right side of the bed now rested completely against the wall, balanced on his desk and the wide window ledge. By doing this, he'd freed up almost all the floor space in the dinky room and when his parents had been packing for their move, he'd taken his favorite leather recliner and a small coffee table back to the dorm room. He'd converted the second closet into an 'entertainment' center of sorts – housing his mini refrigerator and microwave along with a bunch of healthier snacks for when he didn't feel like making the fifty foot trek down to the kitchen to which he had access.

Scott lifted J.D. up onto the twin bed with care, placing an extra pillow between the small boy and the edge of the bed. J.D. sighed deeply, and turned on his side, facing the wall. Scott ducked under the bed and came back out holding a stuffed green dragon who was tucked gently into the boy's arms. Finally, he took the OSU throw blanket from the foot of the bed and tucked it around the boy, to make sure he didn't get chilled while napping.

Rob fought the tears he could feel pooling in his eyes. When Scott finally turned back to look at him, voice breaking, Rob had to ask, "Who are you?"

Strong arms wrapped around him, and he buried his face in the crook of Scott's neck, trying not to lose it completely. "No one … no one has ever … ever treated my son the way you do," he explained tearfully.

Scott realized the anger he felt at that admission probably had more to do with jealousy at the idea that Rob had dated other guys than anything else. Which was ridiculous, given that they'd just met – but still. "Then those other guys were asses … and maybe," Scott hesitated, "Maybe they were just meant to show you what you really want. You know, someone who wants to be in your life and J.D.'s."

Eyes closed tight, Rob held tight to Scott. "You just … it looked so … natural," he managed to force out of his tight throat.

"I like kids, Rob," Scott murmured against his hair. "I've spent every summer since I was fourteen working with kids. I'm earning my teaching credential so I can continue to work with kids. One day I hope to find someone who loves kids just as much as I do, so he and I can settle down and have a family together."

Pulling away enough that he could look Rob in the eye, Scott brushed some of the dark brown hair off of Rob's forehead. "The fact that you have a kid – it doesn't scare me. Not in the least. I'm sorry if the other guys you tried to date were scared off. Except I'm not. Sorry, that is. Because their loss, is totally my gain."

Closing the distance between them, Scott flicked his tongue over his dry lips before pressing them gently against Rob's. They stood in the center of his dorm room, sharing a leisurely, wet kiss, hands skimming lightly over their clothing – and then, after a few minutes, under as well.

Scott allowed Rob to set their pace, not just because J.D. was asleep in the room, but also because he had serious concerns about wanting more from Rob than he might be comfortable giving. At least this soon. Some of those concerns flew away, however, when Rob carefully removed Scott's shirt, loosely folding it before tossing it on his desk.

"You're so fucking hot," Rob rasped, skimming his hands over the ridges of Scott's muscled chest. "Gorgeous," he added before connecting their lips again. Somehow they ended up in the recliner, legs slotted together, dropping languid kisses on each other's lips. "How long have you played water polo?" Rob rubbed his fingers along Scott's bicep, amazed at the strength it represented.

Shifting so his head rested on Rob's shoulder, Scott traced small circles over Rob's hip. "I was six. The pool by us offered a bug ball class in the lap pool so we learned the rules and basic strategy before we moved into the deeper pool. After a month, I was hooked. By the time I was twelve, I was on the competitive squad, with the goal of qualifying for junior Olympics. Eventually I earned a partial scholarship here. I do what I love and the university is giving me an education."

"And you want to teach?" Rob murmured as he relaxed more fully.

"Yeah, I do. History. Probably high school students."

"Teenagers don't scare you?"

Scott chuckled against his chest. "Um, no. I work with teenagers all the time. I was one, fairly recently. I mean, teaching kids J.D's age means getting a multi-subject credential and that would be fine and all. But I really like history. It's my other passion, besides water polo. And I've always found it's better to take a class from a teacher who loves his or her subject, than not."

"Gorgeous, passionate, and smart. I must have done something right in a past life to have you land here in mine now," Rob smirked, although he meant every word.

Scott could feel himself flush at the unexpected compliment. He tried to deflect some of the attention. "Why am I the only in this chair wearing a shirt?"

"Dunno," Rob replied, still skimming his fingers over every inch of unclothed skin he could find. "Maybe you just weren't as interested in seeing my body again as I was in seeing yours?" Despite the teasing tone of his whisper, there was too much underlying truth that crept out to make itself known.

"Bullshit," Scott breathed against Rob's mouth, claiming a hard kiss while his fingers yanked Rob's t-shirt off of his body. "I'm 110% interested in seeing," he pressed his forehead against Rob's staring into his green eyes. "Touching," his hand moved across Rob's shorts, fingers deftly unbuttoning the top fastening and lowering the zipper so he could slip his hand inside, pressing against Rob's swelling cock possessively.

"Tasting," he growled, deliberately bringing his thumb, glistening with Rob's wetness, to his lips where his tongue snaked out to capture the salty liquid. "Every. Inch. Of. Your. Body." Scott responded to Rob's sharp pants of breath by pulling him slightly on top, until their erections slotted together. They may have been separated by several layers of clothing, but it was still explosive.

"Fuuuuck," Rob moaned into Scott's neck, biting down lightly in a weak attempt to hold the noises inside. Concentrating on the need to be quiet, Rob was unaware of his hips grinding down into Scott, even when the other man slid his hand down, squeezing his ass to keep him in place.

"Shit! Scottie," he whimpered.

The recliner creaking in protest, Scott shifted them again, opening his legs so Rob could lie between them. While one hand continued to massage Rob's ass, Scott used the other to rub soothing circles across the span of Rob's shoulders. "Robbie, hon? How long? Tell me," he whispered into Rob's ear, "Tell me, how long has it been since someone else made you fall apart?"

Frantically kissing a path up Scott's neck, Rob managed to answer. "Too long."

"How long?" Scott growled, rolling his hips particularly hard.

Rob bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Shit. Fuck. Don't know … maybe, almost a year. Please Scottie." Eyes tightly shut, Rob's head thrashed back and forth with the intensity of the sensations.

"Please, what?" Scott teased, sucking Rob's earlobe into the warmth of his mouth.

"I … I don't know," Rob admitted, overwhelmed by everything. "I don't know what I want, Scott. I want this so much. Fuck. I don't wanna stop but I don't wanna give you the wrong impression." Rob froze, collapsing on top of Scott, hugging him tight.

Just as suddenly he pushed away. "I'm too heavy. I'm sorry."

"Don't move," commanded Scott, louder than they'd been but not loud enough to stir J.D. "I like it – the feeling of your weight pressing down on me." Taking a deep breath, Scott tried to settle down his heartbeat. "Look, how about this? I'm gonna tell you what I want – and then you're gonna make a decision. And I promise you," he emphasized, "that whatever you decide, I will respect your decision and I will respect you."

"Okay."

Scott combed some of Rob's dark hair away from his face, offering a shy smile. "I wanna watch you, Robbie. I wanna watch you fall apart with me. Know that I did that to you. I want to know that I was the last person to send you over the edge – that I'm the one you're thinking of in the shower, when you're fucking your hand, whispering my name, wishing it was me. I wanna know that for the next two weeks, until I'm back in Lima, that I'm the one you're thinking about."

Brushing his lips against Scott's, Rob bent down until he could whisper in Scott's ear. "You are. You have been … all I've been thinking about since you walked into my office." Hands running down Scott's arms, Rob intertwined their fingers, bringing their hands to rest above Scott's head. "How long has it been for you? Since you had someone at your mercy like this?"

Scott's gaze fell away and he swallowed hard. "Since I wanted someone like I want you? High school," he whispered with shame. "Since I messed around with someone? My first year here. I found someone to mess around with – but it didn't feel right. I've never felt comfortable with casual sex."

"Look at me," Rob demanded softly. "Why are you embarrassed?"

Chewing on his lower lip, Scott shrugged. "I know what I want and I know I want it with you. But … I don't have a lot of experience."

Bringing their lower bodies together, Rob rocked slowly into Scott, dropping his head to claim Scott's lips again. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, quiet moans, and the occasional whimper. Eventually, Rob wrenched his lips away, kissing his way to Scott's ear. "The fact that you don't do casual – fuck, Scott, it's a turn-on. Not experienced? I've got no fucking complaints."

Releasing Scott's hands, Rob lifted his hips up, allowing Scott to push their restrictive clothing down to their thighs. Grinding down this time, Rob groaned in pleasure as their leaking cocks rubbed together unrestricted for the first time. "Scottie? Mmmm, Scottie you feel so good." Clutching Scott's shoulders hard, he continued to snap his hips into Scott's, gasping out 'god, yes' when Scott wrapped his long athletic legs around his waist.

Grabbing a handful of Rob's hair, Scott tugged until he could meet the other man's fiery gaze. "Let go, honey. Come for me. Wanna see you," he pleaded in short breaths. He could see the struggle in Rob's eyes – wanting to find his release, but worried about things he should be worried about. Wrapping a leg under Rob's ass, Scott yanked him forward hard, growling out, "Come for me, Daddy. Wanna be your good boy. Please, Daddy. Come – oh, fuck."

Scott couldn't speak as his body shuddered with release, spilling hotly between them. Rob thrust down hard three more times before biting down hard on Scott's shoulder, keening.

For several minutes they worked to calm down, kissing, touching and sliding softly against each other. Scott tossed his head back against the headrest, Rob following, mouthing his Adam's apple. "So good," he murmured blissed out. "Daddy." He chuckled. "I guess that is going to be a thing for us, huh?"

Humming his agreement, Rob continued placing wet kisses along Scott's neck and jaw.

"It's fine with me. Let me know when you're ready to shower. I've got extra clothes and a towel. I'll stay and watch J.D. for you," Scott offered softly, skimming his hands over Rob's back, then grabbing a handful of ass.

Rob smirked. "When I can feel my legs again."

"That good?"

"That good."

"Me too.

J.D. woke up needing to use the bathroom. When his eyes snapped open, he realized he wasn't in his own bed – which was strange. No, these were not his Angry Bird sheets and this most definitely was not Filibuster, his teddy bear that Auntie Jenn had given him when he was two.

Sitting up carefully, he was surprised to find the ceiling much closer to his head than normal. He was in a bunk bed! But who had a bunk bed? He climbed up on his knees and cautiously looked over the edge, not wanting to fall. A grin split his face when he noticed his daddy and Mr. Scott snuggled together in the big chair. And even though Daddy said he didn't, he was snoring. Again. But it was probably okay, since Mr. Scott was snoring too.

Now that he kinda knew where he was – this must be Mr. Scott's bedroom at school - J.D. still needed to pee. Like right now. So extra carefully, he climbed down – pretending he was a rock climber monkey and landed silently on the floor. Looking back up, he realized he could completely walk underneath Mr. Scott's bed it was so high up.

Wondering for a moment if Mr. Scott needed a ladder to climb into his own bed, J.D. crept toward the door and peeked outside. If this was where people slept, they had to have a bathroom somewhere close by, right? If he could see it, J.D decided he'd go and come right back; but if he didn't see a bathroom from the door, then he'd wake up Mr. Scott.

Holding on to the doorframe, J.D. leaned as far out as he could. Startled by the opening of the door across the hall, J.D. fell at the feet of a lady with funny colored hair. It was blue and pink and yellow all at the same time, standing straight up like when Downton and Abbey got into fights over their cat food. She smiled down at him.

"Oh! Hi," she said brightly.

"Hi," J.D. whispered before standing up and stepping back against the door.

She slid her back down the wall until she was eye level with J.D. "Do you belong to Scott? she asked.

"Um, not really," J.D. replied, crossing his legs. "Mr. Scott and Daddy are sleeping. I was sleeping too, but now I'm awake 'cause I need to pee," he explained quietly. Looking around again he added, "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers but I don't want to pee my pants. Is there a bathroom around here?" he asked very matter of fact.

Chin propped on her hand, she nodded. "Yes, there is. I'm Olive, by the way. Now we're not quite strangers. Do you see that door there?" She pointed to a door next to Mr. Scott's room. That's the bathroom. It's for both boys and girls, but all the toilets have doors on them. Would you like me to walk you in?"

"No thank you," J.D. tossed over his shoulder, already running the short distance. "I can go by myself. Thank you, Miss Olive." He shouldered his way into the bathroom, a metallic slam ringing out as he obviously found the toilet stalls.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Olive slowly opened the door to Scott's room. What she found shocked her – in a pleasant way. She'd known Scott for three years; never, in all that time, had he ever intimated that he harbored same sex tendencies. But there he was, snuggled up behind a guy who was clearly the kid's father, asleep in his recliner. It was too flipping adorable for words.

And at least now she had an answer as to why Scott casually flirted with her and the other girls on the floor, but never seriously pursued any of them. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she snapped a photo of them, sending it to Scott.

Hearing the door to the bathroom open, Olive pulled the door shut and turned to see the boy walking towards her. He stopped a few feet away and placed his hands on his hips.

"Do you go to school with Mr. Scott?"

"I do," she answered. "He's a friend of mine. I have a question for you. Your daddy and Mr. Scott seem to be sleeping right now. Would you like to come to my room and play cards with me? We can leave the door to my room open and we'll leave a note for your dad so he knows where you are. That way you won't have to worry about being quiet."

Unlike a lot of adults, Miss Olive actually seemed to be giving J.D. a choice. His face scrunched up as he considered his options. Blowing his bangs out of his face, he sighed dramatically. "I guess that would be fine. As long as we leave a note. 'Cause Daddy gets pretty bent out of shape when he doesn't know where I am. 'Cept he's only ever been his shape, so I don't understand why Uncle Todd says that," he admitted.

"Adults sometimes have strange ways of saying things, huh?" agreed Olive. "Okay, Love Bug, let's go write our note. Do you know how to play Uno?"

Consciousness slowly overtook Scott, who'd been traversing an underground cave, squeezing through a narrow crevasse, in his dream. It was uncomfortably warm in the cave and his movements were severely restricted – all of which made more sense when he realized he was actually trapped between the arm of his recliner and Rob's slender form.

Rubbing his hand gently across Rob's stomach, he murmured, "Hey, Sleeping Beauty – it's time to wake up." As Rob began to stir, Scott dropped kisses on the back of his neck.

Wriggling into Scott's warmth, Rob whined, "Mmm, no, Prince Charming. Five more minutes." He took Scott's hand and wrapped himself back up in Scott's embrace.

Scott blew air against the moisture his lips had left, watching with fascination as the hairs on the back of Rob's neck stood at attention. "Are you sure you're okay with J.D. finding us wrapped around each other like this, hon?"

"Crap," Rob blurted, struggling to push himself up and out of the chair. "Getting up."

Blinking the sleep from their eyes, it was Rob who noticed first that J.D. wasn't in the bed. "Ohmygod," he shrieked jumping up and tearing the blanket off the bed as if the problem was only that J.D. was hidden by the thin covers. "Where is he? Oh my god! Scott? Where could he be?"

Scott noticed the paper that fell to the floor as Rob whipped the covers off, but instead of grabbing it, he reached first for Rob. "Don't panic," he answered quietly, running his hands over Rob's arms soothingly. "You need to calm down. We'll find him."

"Excuse me!" Rob snapped, shoving past Scott to get to the door.

Stooping down, Scott picked up the binder paper that had been hastily torn out of a spiral notebook. Scrawled across the paper was a cryptic message reading, "I've confiscated the urchin to add adorableness to my room. Will possibly trade for a sleeve of Oreos. –O" Scott read the message to Rob.

"What does that mean?" Rob demanded nervously.

Scott offered a half-smile. "Only that J.D. has managed to charm the foxiest lady on the floor. Let me grab the cookies and I'll take you to them." Snatching the blue box from the top shelf, Scott joined Rob, intertwining their fingers. Nodding towards the door, he waited for Rob to open it.

As soon he did, Rob could hear J.D.'s giggles coming from the open door across the hall, alleviating the knot of anxiety in his stomach.

"Draw two, Miss Olive. Draw two more, Miss Olive. Uh oh, wait for it. Draw four. Uno. Green. I'm out," came the six year old's excited voice.

"You little sss… sneak," came an exasperated voice.

Scott walked behind Rob, urging him forward. Crossing the threshold into the room, they found J.D. and Olive sitting on fluffy pink bean bag chairs, a milk crate – probably stolen from the dining hall – serving as a table between them. There were two bottles of apple juice and pretzels in a small bowl on the floor nearby.

Noticing the two men standing just inside her doorway, Olive stared hard at Scott, shaking her head. "This one," she accused, pointing her finger at J.D.s head, "is kicking my butt three games to one. He's a ringer Scott Rowlands and I've been losing my pretzels for the better part of an hour." Throwing her cards on the discard pile, she began shuffling for another hand.

"Daddy!" J.D. shouted, running over to hug Rob, who knelt down to embrace the boy.

"J.D." Rob began in his 'daddy' voice.

The little boy stepped back, hands resting on his father's shoulders. "Daddy," he began, "I know the rules. But I had to go to the bathroom. You didn't want me to pee in Mr. Scott's bed did you?" The seriousness of J.D.'s tone juxtaposed with his words had Scott and Olive stifling their laughter behind coughs and throat clearing.

Scott placed a hand over J.D.'s, drawing the boy's attention. "I'm sure your dad didn't want that, J.D. And I would like to thank you for not peeing in my bed."

"See," J.D. grew more impassioned as he continued. "Even Mr. Scott didn't want me to pee in his bed. I had to go." His little arms began waving around for emphasis. "Miss Olive was nice enough to show me where it was. Did you know that the boys and the girls use the same bathroom here?" The change in topic was abrupt, making the adults' heads spin.

He continued without stopping. "They even use the same showers – but not together. That's really weird, Mr. Scott. I don't think I'd want to share a shower with a girl." J.D. stopped his monologue as if he was mentally reviewing the girls in his class. "Yeah, no. Not even if it was Princess Sophia or Doc McStuffins, or Dora."

"J.D." tried Rob again.

The boy's loud sigh stopped his father again. "I was gonna come back, but you were asleep. And Miss Olive asked if I wanted to play cards with her – but she said we were gonna leave you a note so you wouldn't freak out. It's like she knows you, Daddy."

J.D. spun around, looking directly at Olive. "Do you know my daddy, Miss Olive. Is that why we left the note?"

"No, Love Bug," came her amused reply.

"Oh," he said before facing his father again. "Well, she definitely knew about your freak outs." Leaning forward, he whispered, "Maybe Mr. Scott told her," not quite as quietly as he thought.

Pulling away, he finished his explanation, "So we left a note and left the door open so we could hear if you came out. I was hungry and she said we could go to the kitchen and make mac and cheese. But I knew you'd get mad if I went that far – so she found some pretzels and apple juice. Are we gonna have dinner with Mr. Scott now? Or do we have to drive home. I wanna eat first cause I'm reeeeeeaaaaaalllly hungry. Like a hundred hungry. Even with the pretzels."

He turned back towards Olive. "They were really yummy pretzels, Miss Olive. Thank you for feeding me."

Olive gave up trying to contain her giggles. "It was my pleasure, Love Bug."

"She keeps calling me that," he stage whispered to his father. "I told her my name is J.D."

"Can you stay for dinner?" Scott asked quietly, gazing down at Rob.

Rob's serious face was the mirror of his son's. Standing, he lifted J.D. up onto his hip. "We would love to go to dinner with you. But I'm paying – no argument. You got us into the water park. And, Olive, if you don't have plans, please come with us. Consider it a thank you for watching J.D. for me. For us," he said, gesturing between himself and Scott.

Olive rocked out of the bean bag chair and ruffled J.D.'s hair with affection. "I didn't mind at all. You two are adorable," she said, winking at Scott. "And if you're sure I won't be putting a crimp in your style – I never pass up the chance at a free meal."

"Okay then. Where shall we go?" asked Rob. "Don't worry about us – we're flexible."

Sharing a look, Olive and Scott answered at the same time. "Thai Orchid."

It was just after 11pm when Scott received the text he'd been waiting for. Lying on Olive's bed, he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he read the message.

To: Mr. Scott

Fr: RBokemeier

Safely home. We miss u. Talk tomorrow?

"Your man and his mini-me home safe?" asked Olive from her bean bag chair, licking the filling from the inside of an Oreo cookie.

"Yeah," Scott breathed, thumbing across his phone so he could reply to the text.

To: RobB

Fr: SRowlands

After 4pm. I'll call u. Miss u guys.

"You've got it bad, Rowlands," Olive observed, popping the chocolate wafer into her mouth, moaning at the delicious taste.

"Yeah," he agreed, not looking up.

To: Mr. Scott

Fr: RBokemeier

Good luck w/ studying. Think of me.

To: RobB

Fr: SRowlands

Always. Tell JD 2 take care of MrPibb

To: Mr. Scott

Fr: RBokemeier

ur dragon hasn't left his arms.

To: RobB

Fr: SRowlands

Hve some1 else I wnt 2 hold

To: Mr. Scott

Fr: RBokemeier

Wanna hold u 2. Nite.

To: RobB

Fr: SRowlands

Nite.

"So," drawled Olive, "Love Bug's dad is wicked cute. How'd you meet? And how is it I've been your best girl for three years and I never knew you liked boys?"

"Didn't want to have to fight you for the cute ones," Scott sassed, tucking his hands behind his head.

Olive threw a pillow at his him. "Talk," she demanded.

"He offered me a job as pool manager in Lima for the summer. Guess he couldn't resist all this," Scott waved a hand over his chest.

Rolling her eyes, Olive muttered, "Few can, babe. Few can."

EndNote: J.D.s comment that he's "a hundred hungry" comes from something my son says frequently. When he's trying to emphasize something, he often says it's "a hundred" since in his mind, that's a really big number. I love reviews a hundred. I love Klaine a hundred. I hope you have an amazing week. Next chapter preview: Pool time in Lima. Yay!