Because, I mean, who doesn't write smut before class? I really wanted to get this out yesterday in honour of Mr. JLau himself, alas, that did not happen. Thank you so much for supporting my works and for all the love that this 'Verse gets. You guys are the wind beneath my wrist cramping, caffeine-twitchy wings.
Alex insisted on carrying the pizza. We stopped at the Solario's dispatch booth and pulled Philip away from a microphone where he was chattering to the taxis.
"Happy birthday, John!" He hugged me tightly.
"Hi, baby!" I stooped to kiss the top of his head.
"Ooh, pizza!" Philip caressed the box.
"Who needs daddy, right?" Alex rolled his eyes.
"Oh, hi, daddy." Philip hugged Alex casually.
After a quick exchange with Mrs. Solario we were headed to Alex and Philip's apartment. Philip rushed ahead and waited at the door.
"Are you ready?" Philip asked me.
"For dinner? Yeah… definitely." I shrugged.
Alex handed me the pizzas and unlocked the door. There was a big quilt spread out on the living room floor with all manner of cushions and pillows on it. String lights were hung around the room, casting it in a dim, inviting glow. My breath caught in my throat.
"Alexander…" I sighed.
"Do you like it, John?" Philip asked.
"It's spectacular."
Alex set the pizza boxes on the quilt and got plates and napkins out of the kitchen, the next time that he appeared he handed me a cocktail.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Alex clinked his glass with my own.
"Daddy, are you gonna do mine or John's first? Probably John, 'cause, since it's his birthday."
"Okay," Alex winked at Philip and took my hands, "John, I'm proud of you for celebrating your birthday, I know you don't like it so thank you for spending it with us. This week, I'm excited to keep celebrating you. I'm grateful that you were born so, so very long ago. I love you."
I grinned at him like a fool as Philip pushed Alex's hands away to replace them with his own.
"John, I'm proud of you for being older. This week, you're gonna go trick or treating with us, that's gonna be so so so fun! I'm grateful that… you're nice to me and my nice to my daddy. I love you!"
I pulled Philip into a hug and kissed the top of his head, "hey, kid, I'm proud of you for being such a smart, loving, good kid. This week, we're gonna have the best time trick or treating and I'm grateful that you don't mind sharing your daddy with me. I love you more."
Philip beamed at me and took Alex's hands, staring at him expectantly.
"Philip, I'm proud of you for doing so well on your spelling test this week and I'm proud of you for helping the kid that fell down at recess. This week I can't wait for us to celebrate Halloween together, the best holiday ever. I'm grateful that you're such a smart sweet boy. I love you, baby, you're my number one."
"Um, daddy, I'm proud of you for hanging up all these lights even though you said a bad word when you smashed yourself in the thumb with the hammer, but I'm still proud of you 'cause it took forever. I'm excited to eat all of my candy with you and I'm grateful that you are John's boyfriend. I love you!" Philip giggled.
"Shall we?" Alex flipped open the pizza box and gestured to me, "birthday boy."
I took a piece and Alex cued up the movie. Philip snuggled against me and ate a bite of his pizza and whispered in my ear, "we're like ninja turtles."
I nodded, "cowabunga, dude."
Alex curled up on Philip's other side and we watched Jack continue his reign as the pumpkin king, happily eating our pizza. Once the pizza was eaten, Alex and I were each two drinks in, and Jack was in Christmas Town Philip curled up on my lap and Alex went to the kitchen. He came back with a tiny chocolate cake on a plate, just big enough for the three of us, a lit candle sticking out of it. They sang me 'Happy Birthday' and I blew out my candle, wishing for everything to stay this perfect.
I fed a bite of cake to Philip and he smiled up at me, his face a chocolatey mess. Alex licked frosting off his thumb and I smirked at him as he fed me a bite of my cake.
"Did you make this?" I asked him.
He blinked at me and Philip answered, "the store did."
I grinned at Philip outing him, "you cheat."
"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Alex quirked an eyebrow.
"You'll see." I stared at him and slid a cake-filled fork in my mouth, watching the blood drain from his face and I pulled the empty fork back out and licked frosting off the tines.
We finished the cake and Alex tucked his head on my shoulder. I pulled the blanket higher up over us all and we snuggled back into our pile.
"Y'know," I told Philip, "I'm the pumpkin king."
"What?" Philip laughed me off.
"I am." I nodded.
"Nuh-uh,"
"Why do you think your daddy calls me Jack?"
Philip's mouth hung on a hinge, "you really are! You're the pumpkin king."
I tickled Philip's sides and sang along with the movie, "and I grow so weary of the sound of screams, and I… Jack, the Pumpkin King! Have grown so tired of the same old thing."
He squealed as Alex handed me another drink.
"You trying to get me drunk?" I stared up at him.
He sipped his, "is it working?"
I considered, "little bit."
He shrugged, "then, maybe."
It wasn't much longer until Philip was asleep between Alex and I.
"Hey, pumpkin king, how 'bout I put this one to bed, and then we really celebrate?" Alex picked Philip up during the end credits.
"Sounds good."
"Make us another round," he winked.
"Daddy? Is it bedtime?" Philip yawned into Alex's neck.
"Shh, it sure is."
I fixed us each a drink and Alex came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Hi, babe." I turned around and kissed him.
He broke our kiss, "come in the living room, I want to kiss you under the lights."
I followed him and we lie on the blankets, he rolled on top of me and kissed me, pulling back to look at me. I watched his eyes dart over my face as his tongue flicked out to lick his lips.
"You are beautiful." He mused.
"You're the stunner here, babe." I craned my neck to kiss him again and felt his need against my hip.
He moaned into my mouth as I opened our kiss, tasting the sweetness of rum on him. I pulled the clip out of his hair and it fell around his shoulders, I ran my fingers through it and kissed him harder. Finally, he backed off and we caught our breath. I turned my head and yawned into my hand, a glint of reflection from the lights under the couch caught my eye and I reached out, retrieving a pair of glasses.
I held them up inquisitively, "these yours?"
Alex kissed my cheek, "my hero! Where were they?"
"Just under the couch."
"Oh, God, is there anything horrifying down there?"
I laughed at him, "no sugar, it's fine."
He cleaned his glasses and put them on, he looked at me almost sadly, I bit my lip at his new, nerdy look, he was impossibly hotter.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
He swept a curl behind my ear, "you're even more beautiful than I knew."
I smiled at him and he sighed like a Disney Princess, "Jesus, Jack. You're perfect."
I took his hand and got up, pulling his to his feet to the bedroom. Our clothes were discarded around the room. I hovered over him and kissed my way down his chest. He whimpered at the kitten licks I gave his hips.
"John," he whined, twisting his hips.
"Yeah, darlin'?"
"Want you to fuck me."
I leapt back up to his face and kissed him hard, his arms were around my neck, I pulled them away and pinned them to the mattress. He gasped into my mouth and I tasted his grin.
"Like that, huh?"
He nodded, "will you, do you want to tie me up?"
I pushed myself up away from him, " do you want me to?"
He tried to hold back a grin unsuccessfully, "please. Rope in the drawer."
"Really?" I asked and pulled the drawer open, behind our preferred assortment of toys was a tightly wound length of rope.
"Kinky," I licked my lips and withdrew it unwound it slowly in my hands.
Alex watched the rope slide through my fingers and I saw him swallow hard.
"You like this, don't you?" I asked him, my voice headier than I was anticipating.
"Yes, yes, please."
I took one of his delicate wrists in my hand and knotted the rope around it tightly enough that he couldn't get free, then I wove the rope through the headboard and trussed up his other hand. He looked so pretty, arms pulled over his head, his dick twitching with excitement. I took my time kissing down the length of his body, he shivered, legs stretching and hips twisting.
"Don't make me tie up your legs too." I whispered against his belly.
He straightened out obediently and I smirked at him, grabbed the lube off the side table and started to work a finger into him. The rope creaked against the headboard after I got the second knuckle in. Alex's mouth fell slack and his eyes grew hooded with lust. I pressed a second finger in and began scissoring them maybe quicker than he was ready for, his chest heaved as he held the rush of air inside his lungs.
I rested a hand on his belly reassuringly, his elbows pulled toward me in right angles, his body magnetized to mine.
"I want to touch you." He whined.
"What's the fun in that?" I curled my fingers against his prostate and his toes curled.
"But, I can make you feel good." Alex was bargaining.
"Oh, but darlin', you will." I took myself in hand and gave my dick a few warm up strokes with a lubed hand.
"John… John, gotta have you."
"Shh." I bit my lip and ran the tip of my dick down the shaft of his and watched his quadriceps roll under the skin of his thighs.
His knees fell farther open and I giggled, "no silly, need you all the way open for me," I hitched them up over my hips.
Alex's toes brushed my nipple as he kicked his feet up higher, a daring glint in his eyes, he hiked his legs over my shoulders, leaving him completely open. I pressed my dick into his waiting hole and he turned his head into his own arm to bite down around a scream.
"Shh… Alexander, people are sleeping." I reminded him.
He nodded and I watched pleasure twist his face.
"Please move, I need you to move."
As I started to rock inside him his hips rolled and flailed. I gripped them and stilled them and felt his hole tighten around me, craving the friction I'd denied his hips. I pounded harder and faster into him and let his legs fall to my sides so that I could lean over him and let him bite down on my chest when the pleasure mounted in a scream. He did. His teeth flashed searing, hot pain throughout my chest as my hips grew faster in their speed.
"Alex, fucking hell." I dropped my forehead against his chest once he'd surrendered the vice grip on my chest and nipped at his chest as payback, he hummed with his lips clamped shut as my nip turned into a full bite, his back arching, his tight heat twitching.
I couldn't help it, the tightness in my belly was too much, I came in a rush that left me tired and spent. Once I'd composed myself I slid out carefully and slithered down the length of his body. His swollen dick fit in my mouth perfectly, the pink tip brushing the back of my throat. I shut my eyes and licked at the base. The sound of the ropes creaking against the headboard was almost too much, I swallowed his dick eagerly and his legs twitched as I started to bob sloppily up and down the length. He grunted with restraint to not cry out as his dick twitched in my throat, coming hot and wet.
I straddled his chest and pulled the knots free, kissing his purpled wrists, soft skin bruised from where he'd pulled against his bonds. He snuggled against me, and our snuggling quickly turned to kissing, kissing turning to reaching hands, to sweating bodies, to shoulders bitten to contain screams to praises and adoration. Between us, we ended the night well past half a dozen orgasms. I fell asleep contentedly with him in my arms.
The thud was what woke me, that and the blankets being ripped away, the sunlight streaming through the window - sunlight, at this hour in late October? - and the string of curses Alex was emitting at a frequency unique to his brand of panic.
"Fuck, shit, Christ, oh fuck." He mumbled, I bolted upright to see him on the floor yanking on a pair of dark wash jeans.
He righted himself and pulled on a shirt. I looked at the clock on my phone, we'd overslept by a lot.. Like Philip's school day started in twenty minutes, a lot. Alex hurried through the apartment flicking lights on.
"Pip, baby, get up!" He shouted.
I stretched and fingered the purple bruise just under my collarbone, wondering if Alex still had the matching one over his tattoo. I pulled a shirt on, glad that it wasn't a v neck and pulled my tangled hair into a low ponytail.
"Pip! Let's move! Come on!" Alex slapped the wall gently, making enough noise to stir Philip.
I finished making the half made sandwich on the counter and tucked it into Philip's lunch bag with a string cheese and fruit cup. Philip quickly emerged, still wiping his sleepy eyes. Alex helped him with his shoes for time's sake as I pulled my own pair on.
"iNo pare, sigue sigue!" Alex snapped his fingers as a sleepy Philip zipped his backpack.
"Daddy, why did you sleep too long?" Philip yawned.
Alex looked pointedly at me, "I dunno, baby, guess I was super sleepy. John, you can stay."
"I'm already dressed," I shrugged, happy to spend the time with my boys.
"Daddy, I don't like to hurry." Philip reminded Alex who was locking the door behind us.
"I know, me either, happens sometimes."
"John, I'm sleepy." He raised his arms up to me and I obliged and picked him up, holding him on my hip.
"Good thing you're cute, turtle." I kissed his cheek, he was especially whiny this morning.
"I still don't get where that nickname came from." Alex shook his head.
"Well, it started because when he talks I sometimes hear Squirt from Finding Nemo and then it just became turtle because turtles are the greatest… and so is Pip."
"It's true, daddy." Philip yawned and leaned his head against my neck, unsettlingly close to the bruise his father had left hours earlier while we were up too late.
After the six flights of stairs, I noticed Alex's awkward gait and smirked to myself.
Philip stood between Alex and I on the train, the car filled with commuters also running late, no empty seats were available to us. I leaned over and whispered into Alex's ear.
"I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?"
"Not possible." He winked at me.
I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, my other hand dropping to hold the strap of Philip's backpack, mirroring Alex's grip on the boy. Once we got to our stop we dropped Philip off and Alex took my hand as we walked away from the school.
"I think I'm gonna need breakfast before round two." Alex told me.
"You want more? Wouldn't this be like round five?"
He yawned, "or we can have breakfast in bed and then a nap."
"Fuck yes, naps."
He chuckled and leaned into me, shivering just slightly under the damp coolness of the morning. I held him tightly as we walked.
