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11. 2019

He's lying on his back, ass in the air, legs thrown haphazardly over his partner's shoulders as Ben moves through his this like a jackhammer on a mission.

Mission: To fuck Michael into oblivion.

Michael will be the first to attest to his husbands exceptionally job of carrying out his mission. Sweat dripping from every pore and crevice of his body. His thighs, legs and ass ache in delicious intensity as Ben pushes them both over the edge for the third time that night. Spilling their seeds in almost prefect union.

Ben pulls out carefully, hastily tying it off before tossing it with the others before collapsing on top of Michael's worn-out and drained body. Head resting on his chest, arms wrapped protectively around his husbands middle, feeling spent and limp.

Michael and Ben are about to enter the first stages of sleep when they hear the stark ring of Michael's phone. He makes to get up but Ben hold him down.

"It can wait until tomorrow," Ben growls, pushing him back down with a smile. "You're still mine."

Grinning widely and laying back down, Michael replies, "I'm pretty sure Valentine's Day is over."

"V-Day or not, from the hours of 10pm to 7am you're mine. All mine." Michael places a long and savory kiss on his partner's lips, holding him tight against his body. "You keep going like that and we'll have to initiate round 4," Ben informs him once they break apart.

The ringing stops but starts back up 10 seconds later. This time coming from Ben's phone. He rolls off of Michael with a groan, heading off to the noisy phone.

"What happened to it can wait?" Michael asks with a teasing smile.

"It might be something important," Ben tells him snatching up his phone from the TV stand in their room. Looking at the caller ID, his eyes widen. "It's Jenny!"

Answering the phone, Michael spills out of the bed wondering what their 15 year old daughter was doing calling them at 2am.

Heart lodged in his throat, an image of his daughter bruised and bleeding walking on a lone and empty road appears in his mind.

"Papa! Daddy! Please don't be mad at me," Jenny cries through the phone. She's on speaker, loud enough for both of her father's to be able to hear her comfortably. Both dad's sigh in relief at her voice. "But….I've been arrested."

"What?!" Michael yells.

"Dad-"

"Jenny, sweetie," Ben says using his calm but in control voice. "Just tell us what they're trying to charge you with?"

"I went skinny dipping at a hotel party with Melissa and Alice." Shaking his head in agitation, Michael begins to pace, releasing a stream of profanities.

"Tell us what station you're at."

After Jenny apologizes a thousand times and gives them directions to the station, they hang up.

Ben kisses Michael on his cheek reassuringly. "I was wrong."

"About what?" Michael asks.

"About our time. It's never our own when you have a kid."

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:) I had to put some Michael and Ben in this- It wouldn't of been a proper qaf story without them. Hope you enjoyed this! Have a lovely day!

Olivia