Chapter Nine

The Night Shift has been renewed for another season! YAY!

Rated M couple fun!

Whatever made their younger daughter suddenly change her mind about not wanting to sleep over at her grandparents' house with her sister was irrelevant. Both children were out of the door two minutes and Rick had Drew pinned to the bed. Already barefoot, getting to have each other to themselves not having to look over their shoulders and or be quiet, felt good. Their bed was new, to be left behind with the living room furniture when they returned to Texas. The bed had yet to be broken in. If they had all night, (Olivia said she would call ahead if Cori wanted to come home) then they would have to attach warning labels to everything they were leaving behind. Every piece of furniture including Cori's identical bedroom from home and Brianna's not identical furnacing and outdoor play equipment would go to a center that solely helped struggling veterans when the family headed back to San Antonio.

"So it begins," Drew grinned, squirming beneath his husband.

"You're lucky I didn't pin you to the living room floor," Rick said devouring Drew's lips before the other man could reply Drew's palms gripped the fabric of his husband's shirt. He pulled away long enough to pull the shirt over Rick's head. "You're not playing fair. Arms up, soldier."

Drew obeyed.

Rick peeled the shirt from his body, Drew's hips bucked as Rick undid his jeans and pulled them and his boxers off. Before Drew could protest that he had too much clothing on Rick took off his jeans and boxer briefs, tossing them to the side on the floor.

"Now that's more like it," he said, licking his lips, eyeing Rick's manhood.

He attempted to raise a hand to cop a feel. Rick pinned the hand to the bed.

"Uh-huh," he said. "I out-rank you tonight. Hands down."

Drew's hands gripped the comforter, his breath coming in heaves as Rick worked his way down his body. Drew was sure every ounce of blood he had in his body was now in his throbbing member.

Fuck, did Rick ever like teasing hiim. Telling him to hurry up would only make him do the opposite. Feeling the tips of his husband's fingers ever so gingerly touch his scrotum Drew's whole body stiffed. He lost it, his eyes rolling back in head at the first and slightest touch of Rick's lips on his stiff manhood.

It was a good thing the kids weren't home. He was sure would have awoken them. Hell, he was surprised he didn't wake the neighbors.

"Damn, that was amazing," Drew said afterwards, still breathing hard.

Rick nipped Drew's right nipple before he put his head on Drew's chest.

"Glad to be of service," he grinned.


At Rick's childhood home Brianna was surprised at how many of her dad's childhood items her grandmother kept. There was two shoe boxes of Hot Wheels cars that even included a few motorcycles and helicopters. The teen knew as soon as her younger sister saw the motorcycles her eyes would light up because of her favorite book series. Olivia always planned to give those things to Rick's child and just because Cori wasn't a boy didn't mean she couldn't have them. The little girl enjoyed her Hot Wheels.

"Do you think Cori would want these?" Olivia asked Brianna.

"For sure," Brianna said. "Especially when she hears dad used to play with them."

The stacks of comic books that her dad had collected made Brianna's eyes widen. She knew she would spend most of the night after bedtime looking through them. She would be sleeping in Rick's old room tonight while Cori slept their grandparents' bed with them.

Grandfather and granddaughter in the living room dancing to 1980's tunes.

"Your dad used to have a pet that was like a mouse as a pet," Trent told his granddaughter after she told him about Runaway Ralph. "But he didn't ride a motorcycle."

Cori said it would be cool to have a mouse, maybe she could teach him to ride a toy motorcycle. "But Dad and daddy said I can't have one 'cause mice are yucky and could make us sick."

"They're right," Trent said. "But you got Rex. He's pretty cool and he can do more fun things than a mouse."

Olivia and Brianna bought the two shoe boxes of dinkies and several of Rick's old comic books into the living room.

"You kept some of dad's toys?" Cori said, completely fascinated.

Trent chuckled. His wife still had some of their son's baby clothes. The two had started young, at just eighteen with only child. The couple had just entered their fifties still relatively young to be grandparents. The couple were planning many trips to Texas to see their son and his family in the future however they couldn't be more thrilled to have them and their parents so close to home for several months. It was neat for Brianna and Cori to see the home where Rick grew up too and in this second looking through his comic books and playing with his old matchbox cars.