James carried the heavy box inside while Greg seethed at the blown up, old white microwave sitting on the bench, and the black seared stain on the countertop underneath it. "Let it go, Greg, it's done, Charlie did something stupid, and she paid the price with a smack. Just let it be. Kids are destructive. Think about it this way, if we were bad parents; there's no way would she have done this. She'd have been too scared," James pointed out, "I'm furious at her too, but what's done is done. It's part of the price of being a parent. Some things are bound to get destroyed along the way," James unplugged the old microwave and carried it outside to the trash before walking back in and beginning to unpack the new box.
"I'm going to go have a cone," Greg growled, stalking out of the kitchen and out the back door. James frowned slightly, Greg was really upset about this, unjustifiably so. James wondered what could possibly be going on outside of the microwave incident to cause him to be so excessively angry about what to James, was an inconvenience, yes; but hardly a shock that eventually one of the kids would break something like this, being children. That while it was scary for the moment that it could have turned very bad, Greg seemed super shaken up by it. James' train of thought was interrupted by Rob who came into the kitchen, saying that he was going to take the kids out to the cinema for a few hours and give Greg a chance to cool down a bit, before asking if James had any idea why Greg was so furious, much more so than he ordinarily would have been in such a situation, to which James just shook his head and gave a half shrug and a sigh.
"Mind if I share?" James asked, and Greg passed him the jelly jar and one of the now two spare bongs, "is everything alright, Greg? This amount of anger, it's just not you. I'm angry too; but you're really angry. What's been going on?"
"My daughter just tried to burn down the house and found it funny, that's what," Greg spat back, and then sighed and leant back in his chair, feeling the fresh snow crunch slightly underneath his boots. "That's not all, I suppose. My dad has been coming into my dreams more often lately, James. Telling me how I'm raising a couple of sociopaths because I'm too permissive with them, and I don't know; maybe he's right. Maybe I need to be stricter, I'm their father, not their friend,"
"You're going to take parental advice from your dad?" James frowned, then Greg shook his head and laughed dryly.
"Of course not, which is what makes it all so weird. But I thought I had it all down pat. I thought that I was doing everything right, that I was a good parent, that I could raise good children who in turn could become good adults, clearly, I was wrong," Greg grumbled, taking the lighter off James, lighting it up and taking a hit.
James nodded, adding quietly again that it's not unusual for a child Charlie's age to do something like this, and reminding Greg that they both were in fact, doing good jobs. That they wouldn't be second guessing themselves if they weren't, that good parents are the ones who worry they're doing bad jobs and being bad parents, not the other way around. Greg just sighed, leant back and watched the snowflakes drift slowly down towards the ground and quietly agreed, as James smiled back at him, grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze. "We've got the house to ourselves, what do you feel like doing?" James asked softly, "they're not going to be back for at least a few hours,"
"I'm not sure," Greg leaned back, "I want to get drunk. Maybe we could get drunk in a fun way,"
"Drunk? You want to spend our few hours alone in the house getting drunk? And what exactly do you mean by 'we could get drunk in a fun way'?" James frowned.
"Let's go down to Kroger's, buy some beer, and give each other a beer enema. Get a lot drunker a lot faster than drinking the regular way. More direct absorption," Greg shrugged, and James stared at him mortified, shaking his head.
"What? I don't think that Kroger's sell 'beer enemas', Greg," James stuttered.
"I know. So, we will buy a funnel as well, lube up the end of the funnel, and we'll take turns sticking the end of the funnel up each other's assholes and pouring beer into each other, and we'll get absolutely wasted. Then we will fuck each other stupid in every room of the house," Greg muttered, staring straight ahead with his eyes narrowed slightly.
James' jaw dropped and he shook his head in horror; "I… I don't want you pouring beer into my asshole through a funnel, Greg. Absolutely none of that sounds fun whatsoever. Lubed or not, I don't want a funnel in my asshole, and I don't want beer being poured into my rectum either, or to have sex after flushing each other out with beer. We're not sixteen anymore, Greg, we're adults in our forties with kids, we can't be doing wild shit like this. That just sounds like a lot of mess, and someone eventually getting hurt followed by an embarrassing trip to the emergency room and explaining how whatever is bound to go wrong, did go wrong,"
"Well excuse me for wanting to spice things up a bit. What do you suggest, Mr. Vanilla?" Greg rolled his head over towards James; "we so rarely get the house to ourselves. I just thought we could have a bit of fun, but apparently not. Plus, it's just a funnel, we stick our fingers and cocks into each other's asses every day, not to mention licking and tonguing each other's assholes, which we both enjoying the other doing to us, I'll add. I don't think inserting a funnel is that big of a leap,"
"Just because I like you French kissing my back door doesn't mean I want you sticking a funnel through it and pouring beer inside me from the wrong end, and us inevitably getting so plastered that God only knows how we're going to be found if we get too drunk via butt funnel. I don't know what we can do Greg, but not that. I don't want to be found passed out drunk with my pants down, surrounded by beer cans with a funnel sticking out of my ass. That's not a good look," James held up a halting hand, "why don't we take a bath together?"
"A bath? Seriously?" Greg asked, astounded, and James nodded, "fine, we can do that, but afterwards I want to revisit the butt funnel,"
Greg and James got up from the table, and headed inside and then upstairs to the bathroom, where James started running a hot bath, and while the tub was filling up, he shifted over to Greg who was looking sceptically with a twinge of boredom and irritation at the bath. James gently pulled Greg's shirt off over his head, and caressed his body, his feather light touches dancing across Greg's skin, as he began undressing himself; "think of this as a bit of romantic foreplay," James smiled seductively, before placing a finger in a hushed pose over Greg's lips, "but not for the butt funnel. I am so horny for you lately, Greg, twice a day just isn't doing it for me anymore," just as the two of them awkwardly sat in the bath, facing each other and both looking uncomfortable and squashed.
"This is gay," Greg frowned, looking around him, "and it's uncomfortable. More uncomfortable than getting drunk with a butt funnel,"
"Greg, we are gay," James frowned back, "it's… romantic,"
Greg pulled a face and grasped onto the edge of the bath, before pulling himself out, "I'm not this gay, I'm not gay enough for this," he mumbled, "sorry James," and wrapped a towel around his waist, "I'm going to go downstairs,"
A few minutes later, Greg was sitting in his towel on the couch, flicking through channels on the TV, when James came and sat down next to him on the other end of the three-seater couch in his own towel, staring straight forward at the television. Greg looked over at James through the corner of his eyes, perched on his perfect round ass on the edge of the couch as Greg eyed his body up and down, staring in awe and arousal at James' fit and muscular build with his broad shoulders and strong chest, his muscles twitching ever so slightly in the heated but still slightly cool air, as he raised his view to see James' perfectly formed sweet cherry red lips and deep set dark chocolate eyes, his loose, just past waist length coffee coloured hair in relaxed waves, with the last few inches still wet and dripping slightly onto his smooth back. Greg slid his hand underneath the flap of his towel and wrapped his hand around his rapidly hardening cock, beginning to gently tug on it, before progressing to full-fledged, almost harsh jerking off. James glanced down then when he noticed what Greg was doing and smiled with a combination of coy and slyness; "you are such a pervert. You want to fuck me, don't you?" James smiled, and Greg couldn't answer any other way than to dumbly nod as he continued to stare and work his cock.
Greg slipped over towards James; grabbing a fistful of his hair rather roughly and turning his head to face his own as he kissed James possessively and growled excitedly from deep inside his throat. He clawed excitedly at his chest, running the tips of his fingers from James' collarbone down his sides and felt James chuckle slightly into his mouth, Greg pulled away; "what do you want me to do to you, baby? Do you want romance, or rough?"
"Whatever you want, Captain. Your wish is my command," James smiled back, moving in to kiss Greg again. Greg pulled James' towel away, leaving him completely naked and exposed on the couch, before forcefully guiding, not quite shoving but certainly not in a gentle maneuverer, laying James down onto his stomach. Greg whipped off his own towel and used it to tie into a loose noose like knot and pulled the ring over James' head as he began kissing and love biting James down his neck and back, feeling his skin shiver between his teeth.
By the time Greg had reached down to the small of James' back, he instinctively raised his hips, presenting himself to his husband. Greg gave a praising growl as one hand grasped and squeezed the lower section of James' ass, before he pulled his hand away and slapped it twice, then returning his hand; using the heel of his palm on the outer edge of James' crack, and his fingers facing outwards to grab a handful as he separated James' ass a little bit more. Greg leant forward as he licked James' asshole, he gently pushed two fingers in and separated them ever so slightly to stretch and prepare James before slipping his talented tongue ever so slightly inside him while he cupped and massaged James' balls with his other hand; growling in satisfaction ever so slightly when James gasped and moaned in pure ecstasy.
After a couple of minutes, Greg pulled back, tugging a couple of times on his cock to ensure it was at its hardest, before he pushed his way in, grinning to himself when his husband happily allowed him access. With that, Greg pushed all nine and a half inches of himself into James as deeply as he could go, feeling James' sphincter grip tightly around his pulsating, ready cock. James gasped as he felt Greg's cock completely fill his insides, and Greg grabbed the towel and tugged it upwards in order to choke James ever so slightly. Upon hearing the combination of orgasmic gasps, and increasingly desperate whimpers and snorts for air; Greg felt his cock quiver with excitement inside of James, which only made him more horny than he already was.
Pulling a handful of James' hair back, Greg latched onto the side of his neck, sucking and biting; as he continued, his slow grinding rapidly becoming an almost violent pounding and vacillated between the two speeds for about fifteen minutes until he felt the familiar wave wash over him, "I'm going to cum, baby," Greg panted, "I'm cumming," as he bit down harshly on the meaty part of James shoulder, midway between his neck and arm, biting down so hard that he drew blood as James whimpered and Greg grinded in as far as he could to ensure he was entirely inside James as deep as possible as his seed was released in those last few grinds, as Greg himself also gasped for breath and relief; feeling completely drained; "fuck, baby," he groaned, glancing down at the various love bite marks, including the last one where his teeth had pierced the skin entirely, "fuck, James, I love you so much,"
"I'm so horny," James gasped, as Greg shakily got up on his hands and knees above James and James rolled over to expose himself rapidly growing as well; "suck me dry, baby," James mumbled, bringing himself to full, erect size with only seemingly a few pumps of his hand tightly around his own cock. Greg leant down, with one hand holding James' hand in a loving gesture with their fingers interlocked with the other's, and his right hand moving on James' cock to assist with the job; drawing his cheek muscles in at the back, dropping his tongue and sucking as well as he could. He felt James' hand squeeze his own and heard him whimper and throw his head back, releasing a gasp he had no idea he had somehow been holding in. Greg smiled, as much as he could with a large cock in his mouth, as he raised his eyes to watch his lover, his husband; buck his back and have shivers that felt more akin to electrical shocks shooting down his spine from the pleasure that Greg was releasing upon him, as Greg massaged James' balls with the hand that had been at work on his shaft. Within mere minutes, Greg felt James' hand grip that ever bit tighter and not release, and as well trained as Greg was, he knew to drop the back of his tongue as he thirstily swallowed James' cum that shot to the back of his throat. Greg lapped up every last drop before holding and gently sucking on James' penis until it had returned to its flaccid state, at which point, Greg moved further up the couch to passionately kiss James with every last ounce of energy he had in his body. "Oh, my God, baby, you are astonishing," James gasped, stroking Greg gently down the cheek before wiping away a tiny drop of cum from Greg's lips and licking his thumb before laughing and embracing him.
"Do you think it's maybe time to have a shower and get dressed?" Greg asked, "I mean we are naked, out in the open in the house, with the family coming back at any point now, and I'm not ready for the whole birds and bees talk; or bees and bees as it would be,"
"Probably not a bad idea," James agreed, standing up just to hear an engine idling outside, "shit, they're back, run!" and both of them bolted downstairs closing the basement door a second before they could hear Tyson's voice shouting in excitement from outside.
"We left the towels out," Greg sighed, pulling on his underwear.
"There are a million innocent excuses why there could be a couple of towels lying around the lounge room," James muttered, pulling on his shirt.
"With one of the towels tied into the shape of a noose?" Greg frowned as he finished getting dressed, James wrapped his hand around his mouth and giggled into it, before the two of them headed back upstairs.
"How was your time out?" Greg asked casually, as they came back upstairs.
"Obviously not as fun as yours," Rob raised an eyebrow, holding up the noose towel with a knowing smile on his face.
Tyson looked at the towel, "why is there blood on it? Right there?" he pointed to a few drops of blood and Rob dropped it like it was hot and shot the James and Greg a look.
"Its not what it looks like; uh," James pulled his collar aside to show the bite mark, "we were… just playing, Ty, just playing," he muttered as he bent down and swooped up the towel, wincing ever so slightly as he stood back up. "Not so comfortable being on the bottom bunk, when you're used to being on the top bunk," James muttered, answering Rob's knowing smile.
"And it feels good," Greg smirked proudly before laughing as James side eyed him. Tyson went and sat down on the lounge room floor by the TV and started playing tug with Shady with the other towel, which Rob just sighed and rolled his eyes at. "That towel Ty is playing with dog with is clean," Greg pointed out to Rob, "absolutely no bodily fluids whatsoever came into contact with that towel, it was on the ground the entire time. The other towel, however, may or may not have also had some of my pre cum on it," Greg dropped his voice so only Rob could hear, who shot his nephew a repulsed glare.
"Whatever, boys, just tidy up after yourselves next time," Rob muttered, switching on the television, walking out the front door and carrying in three slabs of beer, which Greg then reprimanded him and reminded him that they had agreed not to drink in this house anymore, before raising his eyebrows at James, looking between the slabs of beer and James, who just shook his head. Rob glanced suspiciously between the two of them and settled down in his armchair. Charlie wandered over and James bent down and picked her up, putting her on his hip, and pulling the snowy hood of her thick winter coat off of her head. A loud, interrupting buzzing sound coming from the television caught the attention of everyone in the room.
"The Emergency Weather Service has issued snowstorm and blizzard warnings starting from midnight tonight, the 9th February for areas of South Eastern Michigan and North Western Ohio; including the greater Detroit and greater Toledo metropolitan areas. While the weather and temperatures currently are not unusual for this time of year; temperatures will continue to fall throughout the day and night, and this trend will continue for the next three to four days. Residents are encouraged to ensure that they have enough food and bottled water to last a week and are reminded that power and water are likely to be cut off within the next several hours. Residents who do not live in residences with adequate insulation are heavily encouraged to seek out alternative accommodation immediately. Temperatures are expected to fall to -45, with windchill temperatures in isolated areas expected to dip as low as -75. This has been a warning from the Emergency Weather Service," followed by the same loud buzzing sound that had brought everyone's attention to the television in the first place.
"Well, shit," Greg muttered.