"How could Shawn not invite me to the wedding?" James pouted as Mark dealt out the cards. The two of them, Cooper, Jeff, Glenn and Jay were all about to play poker and James was trying to hold them up with his lamenting over being left out of Shawn and John's wedding. "I mean really, how could he do that? After everything we've been through-"

"Everything you went through?" Glenn stared at James like he had just grown a second head. "Everything you went through? Do you even listen to yourself talk Lawson?"

James glared at him. "What was wrong with what I said?" He looked at Mark who just shook his head.

"Shawn has absolutely no reason to invite you to that wedding. Once upon a time you lived to torture him-"

"But that was like forever ago!" James claimed defensively. "I thought he was all Christian and shit; isn't he supposed to forgive and forget or whatever?"

Mark shrugged while Jeff blinked and Jay snorted. "Well even if he forgave you for that I don't think you would be invited anyway. You're you and…well that about covers it."

That wasn't really the answer James was looking for, but unfortunately, he couldn't really argue against it. And it didn't really feel fair to him. Then again, he was really biased towards himself so that had a lot to do with it.

"I could talk to him and see if he'll change his mind," Jeff volunteered. He could understand Shawn's decision and he would respect it if Shawn really insisted on sticking by it. But he didn't think it would hurt to at least try to get him to change his mind.

James grinned and leaned over so he could give Jeff a kiss. "Thanks babe. At least someone is willing to try for me."

Mark rolled his eyes at the dig James just took at him but kept his mouth shut over it. Saying anything at this point would more than likely result in an argument and that was just something he did not want to deal with at the moment. It was just not worth the headache it would cause.

"Daddy Daddy Daddy!" Connor came sprinting in, literally carrying Evan with him like he was a teddy bear. "Daddy! Can I keep him? Can I keep him can I keep him can I keep him?"

Six pairs of eyes all stared at Connor as he easily kept the struggling Evan under his control. "Can I Daddy?" he asked again impatiently. "Can I keep him?"

"Can you please explain to him that I'm not something he can just keep?" Evan pleaded desperately. "Please?"

"Well you are cute and cuddly," Jay said slowly, making Evan's eyes widen and laughing as he did so. "But yeah, you're not to be kept."

"Yes he is!" Connor insisted. He clutched Evan even tighter and shielded him away from Jay protectively. "He's mine mine mine!"

"Connor…" Jeff said slowly, looking to James to do something. James was too busy looking utterly amused though and while Mark and Glenn just looked exasperated, Cooper actually got up and did something about it.

"Knock it off you little shit!" He smacked Connor upside the head and pried Evan out of his grip. "He's not a pet so you're not keeping him!"

"But Coopy, he's all tiny!" Connor whined. "He can be a little puppy like-OW!" Cooper had just smacked him again. "MEAN!" He kicked Cooper in the shins and took off running as Cooper chased after him.

Evan shook his head and quickly sat down in the chair Cooper had abandoned. "Wow…"

James shook his head and chuckled. "Kids." That was all that he had to say on the matter.

Mark rolled his eyes. "He's not a kid; he's a one man wrecking crew."

"Who thinks he's a kid," Glenn chimed in. "And is probably the most insane out of all you Lawsons."

James glared at Glenn and Jeff quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it in order to keep him settled down. "Speaking of kids, did I tell you about Matt and Adam-"

"Only about a thousand times," James said with a smirk. "But I thought you said there hasn't been an actual official decision yet."

"Well no…not as far as I know," Jeff admitted. He waved that fact off quickly because it was threatening to spoil his excitement. "But does it matter? I'm going to be an uncle and by association you and Mark get to be uncles too."

"And me," Jay said, not about to be forgotten in this equation. "I've been Adam's best friend for forever. That means I get automatic uncle privileges."

"Well I'll be a better uncle than you," Jeff declared defiantly. Stupid Jay and his need to try to barge in on his uncle territory. He was not about to take that laying down.

Jay snorted. "Oh yeah? You really think that?"

"Yeah, I really do. What could you teach the kid that I couldn't?"

"…How to say no to drugs."

"Ooooohhhhh…" Glenn, Mark and James all said at the same time. Those were fighting words.

Jeff's eyes narrowed and he quickly jumped up and tackled Jay out of his chair so he could get at him. "Guys!" Evan said, quickly jumping up to his feet so he could try to pull them apart. "Don't-" he yelped when he was yanked back into his seat by James. "What-"

"Let them go," James said with a smirk. "As long as Jeff wins, it's just fine with me."

…

"So…I have to say I'm pretty disturbed by this movie," Matt said as he and Adam sat snuggled together on their bed. Buffy was "sleeping" in her little bassinet by the bed and they were watching After Life, which Adam had gotten out of the Red Box at the grocery store.

"Yeah," Adam agreed. "Me too." He snuggled even closer to Matt and rested his head on his chest. "I'm not trusting any undertaker ever again. Not ever ever ever."

Matt's lips twitched in amusement. "What about Mark?"

"He's not a real undertaker so he don't count," Adam said dismissively. "And what is up with Christina Ricci's constant nudity in this? Do we really need it?"

Matt shrugged. "According to the people who made this movie? Yes we do." He began playing with Adam's hair. "I'd rather see you naked right now of course…"

"Well why didn't you say something sooner?" Adam snatched up the remote and stopped the movie so he could roll on top of Matt and not miss anything. "I would have gladly stripped for you." He began trying to get his shirt off when Buffy decided to rear her plastic head and cry loudly.

"Oh boy…" Matt groaned as Adam got off of him and went over to their fake love child to comfort her.

"Ssshhh come on Baby Buffy, don't cry," Adam cooed. "You need me to feed you, is that it? Or do you need a diaper change?"

"She can't actually tell you," Matt reminded him. "She-"

"I know I know. She's a baby she can't talk. But I like to pretend so zip it Matthew."

Matt chuckled at Adam's defensiveness and grabbed a nearby rubber band so he could use it to pull his hair back into a ponytail. "If you're like this over this fake baby I can't imagine what it'll be like when we have an actual one of our own."

"I-wait, did you just say "when" we have an actual one?" Adam was jumping all over getting that one clarified. "Did you say that or did I hear things?"

"I said it," Matt assured him. "You didn't hear things, I actually said it."

Adam stared at Matt for a very long moment before letting out a celebratory whoop and dive bombing on top of Matt so he could plant a big kiss on his lips. "I love you I love you I love you," he declared happily. "Do you have any idea how happy you just made me?"

"Do you have any idea how man of my ribs you might have just broke?" Matt replied, holding his sternum gingerly while wheezing for breath.

"Oh shut up, I didn't hurt you that bad," Adam said with a shake of his head. He gave Matt one more kiss before getting back off the bed. "I gotta go call Jay."

"Already?"

"Yeah. I knew you would change your mind so now it's time to spread the good news."

Matt chuckled at Adam's enthusiasm before grabbing a magazine to look through as he waited. He had always known this was a big deal to Adam but it took him until just now to realize how much this meant to him too. Before he had been scared about not being ready but now he realized he was-or at least as ready as he was ever going to be. Now to figure out if we're going to adopt a boy or a girl….He was leaning more towards a boy but he knew himself well enough to know he would agree to a girl if Adam really wanted one-so long as she wasn't actually named Buffy.

…

"Think Ted has binoculars spying on us?" Cody joked as Randy kissed his way all across his neck. Dinner was over and they had been just driving around until Randy had pulled over up on top of a hill that was apparently make-out central for the teenagers that lived in the area. Cody hadn't seen any other cars around them yet and right now he wasn't really looking too hard. He was more than a little preoccupied with his own activities.

"He better not be," Randy said as he took Cody's shirt and tossed it up to the passenger's seat. He ran his large hands across Cody's chest, smirking as he shivered at the contact. "Although I wouldn't put it past him. He could be watching us right now with binoculars in one hand and another hand rubbing his little dick-"

"Whoa! Let's stop with that visual." That was not something Cody was looking to picture in his brain. "I'd rather think about your dick than his."

"I would hope so, seeing as how you're about to get it." Randy arched his hips up so Cody could feel his hard on through his jeans. Cody sighed happily and started grinding himself against it, relishing in the low groan he got out of Randy. "This must go," he said as he grabbed the hem of Randy's shirt. "Arms up."

Randy complied, allowing Cody to take his shirt off for him. "You know, I've fucked a lot of people in the backseats of cars."

Cody (who had been going to kiss Randy once again) stopped and shook his head. "Uh…okay…" He wasn't sure what to say because he wasn't quite sure what Randy was getting at.

Randy sensed that and quickly kept talking. "But I've never fucked anyone on a hood of a car…well not since senior prom and not on a rental." His eyes flashed mischievously. "You up for it?"

Cody raised his eyebrows. "Wouldn't the rental company get pissed at cum stains on the hood?"

"Wouldn't they get pissed with cum stains here in the backseat?"

Game point Randy. Cody was out of the car so fast that he nearly fell face first on the ground. "Careful," Randy said, catching Cody before he hit and turning him around so they could look eye to eye. "You good?"

"Better than good," Cody replied. He wrapped his arms around Randy's neck and jumped up so he could wrap his legs around his waist as well. "Although you could make me feel even better." He pressed his lips against Randy's, loving the way Randy immediately took charge and dominated it while carrying him over to the hood of the car and laying him down on top of him. It felt extremely cool against his flushed flesh but it wasn't something he had a lot of time to dwell on. Randy had his hand on his jean covered crotch and was rubbing him, making his cock spring up to life instantly. "Oooh fuck Randy, don't tease," he begged. He was rubbing back against Randy's hand, desperate for actual contact.

"I'm not teasing," Randy claimed as he rubbed just a tad bit harder. "I'm just getting you warmed up." He rubbed Cody just a few seconds longer before unbuttoning his jeans and moving the zipper down with his teeth. Cody's breath caught in his throat as he felt Randy's hot breath on his crotch. He wanted to beg for him to go faster but he had seemingly lost the ability to speak. Not that it would have really done him much good anyway. Randy was content on taking his sweet time and would not be rushed for anything.

"Throw these here…" Randy tossed Cody's pants up on the roof of the car so they wouldn't get dirty on the ground. Cody was now left in his boxers and Randy chuckled at the tent that was pitched in them. "Well look at this. Did I do that?"

Cody could only nod.

"I should really take care of it then, shouldn't I?" Without waiting for an answer Randy put his mouth around the cotton covered erection and sucked hard, making Cody moan loudly. "Hmmm…yeah, these are a problem too," Randy decided out loud. He bit down on the waistband of Cody's boxers and took them off that way, which just served to get Cody even harder than before.

Randy tossed the boxers on to the top of the car as well and then just stared at Cody, drinking in the sight of him for a few moments. Cody was in desperate need at this point and he tried to grab Randy to pull him on top of him but Randy wasn't having that. "Randy please," Cody begged. "Come on, I-"

"Ssshhh." Randy shushed Cody with a gentle kiss. "I want to play a bit." He kissed his way down Cody's body, deliberately stopping before he got to Cody's cock. "Suck," he ordered, putting two of his fingers up to Cody's mouth.

Cody grabbed on to his wrist and sucked on the digits eagerly, getting them nice and wet before Randy took them out. Randy nodded his approval before gently sliding them in, holding down Cody's hips with his other hand so he couldn't arch them too high.

"Mmm fuck!" Cody moved back against Randy's fingers as much as he possibly could. Randy's fingers were brushing against his prostate, sending bolts of pleasure though his body. He wanted more than them though. They felt good and all but feeling Randy's cock inside of him was what he really needed.

Randy scissored his fingers apart and watched as Cody writhed and moaned on the hood of the car. He looked so desperate and needy that it was making Randy harder and harder by the second. "Tell me what you want me to do," he said, fingering Cody harder to help get the response he wanted to hear.

"Fuck me," Cody moaned automatically, not wasting a second of time. He wanted to cum very very badly but he didn't want it to be just because of Randy's fingers. "Fuck me Randy. I need you to fuck me."

That was good enough for Randy. He quickly got rid of his jeans and underwear and tossed them carelessly, not giving a shit where they landed. He quickly climbed on top of Cody, wrapping his legs around him and stroking his cock a couple of times before pushing it into his tight entrance.

"Oh fuck!" Cody practically screamed while Randy moaned and stopped to give them both a moment to adjust. "Fuck Randy! So fucking big." He latched his lips onto Randy's and moved against him desperately, causing Randy to start thrusting hard and fast. "Mmmm fuck! Harder please…ooh fuck, fuck me harder!"

Randy pounded into Cody harder, spurred on by every scream and moan that came out of the younger man's mouth. Cody was so worked up to begin with that it only took a few good hard thrusts to make him cum and the way his walls squeezed around Randy's cock made Randy cum as well after a little bit more thrusting. "Fuck, Cody…"

Cody started to say something but then they both heard a loud siren go off and they both looked over to see a cop get out of his car. "Oh….fuck…."