The Dangers of Extended Family 3

A/N: I'm gonna have to push the rating up for this chapter alone cause I figured I'd be a bit selfish to make myself feel better.

Bryce sniffed his hands, frowning as they still smelled like ham and pineap berries even though had just washed them for the third time that night. He sighed, wiping his hands on a towel and walking out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

"So," Bryce started, climbing into bed next to Blake. "today was. . .interesting."

Blake huffed, closing his book. "Your mom was threatening her aunt. What'd she even say?" he asked, turning to face his husband.

Bryce shrugged, putting a hand on Blake's leg. "Well, whatever it was, mom wouldn't just go after someone for no reason." He said, blushing as Blake hummed in response, moving to straddle Bryce. "What's up?"

Blake answered him with a kiss, sighing into it as he deepened it. He pulled back, wrapping his arms around Bryce's neck and huffing. "I've been waiting to do that all day." He mumbled, jumping slightly as Bryce smacked his thigh.

"Including the part where you're in my lap?" Bryce asked, leaning forward to kiss Blake again. He let out a startled laugh as Blake nodded and kissed his neck.

"Granted, it was wishful thinking. Good thing it came true," Blake joked, biting his lower lip as Bryce flipped them, lifting Blake's shirt off of him.

Bryce hummed in response, kissing his way towards the waistband of Blake's boxers. "Well, you do always talk about how thoughtful I am," Bryce said, grinning as Blake pushed a hand into his blond coils.

Blake blushed as his husband's mouth enveloped him, the grip he had on Bryce's hair tightening for a moment as he hummed. He sucked in a breath as Bryce looked at him, red eyes serious with intent and a promise to give Blake what he wanted.

The next morning, Bryce yawned as he stretched, hand landing on the empty side of the bed before patting it in half-awake confusion. He sighed, quiet for a moment until last night's events caught up with him.

"Shit," he mumbled, hoping Eli hadn't heard anything from where he was down the hall. If anything, Bryce had to hope he was a deep sleeper like the rest of his mom's family members. By the time Bryce made it downstairs, his mom had called for them to head to the house. Thanksgiving would be a great time to clear the air and maybe Eli and Carol were okay now.

After all, he did see them talking yesterday.