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probably been intending to, but still I couldn't help drooling.
"Discussing pajamas," Johnny said, thankfully throwing the pillow to one side. "I don't think Liam liked mine."
Mark nodded, took a couple of steps inside and pushed the door shut behind him. "Can't say I blame him. The boy's got taste. Anyway, what's the point of pajamas?"
He had no argument from me, on any count. Mark slipped into bed--on the right, I noted--while I made use of a spare toothbrush in Johnny's bathroom and washed my face before going back to bed.
Mark gestured me in next to him and nodded his approval. He obviously liked men with damp faces and minty breath. Then again, who didn't? Or, hell, maybe he just liked me. Now there was a thought, one to hold on to, come what may. As I settled myself down, Johnny turned off the light and slipped in behind me, as it were, gently pushing me sideways until he was spooning me, his chest against my back and his legs wrapping round mine. I found myself lying against Mark, wedged deliciously between the two men like the jam in a sandwich.
Some jam. Some sandwich.
The universe being what it was, and even in spite of the fact the twins were going to bed at an earlier time than usual, they were both asleep within minutes, whereas by then my prick had woken up and was looking around to see where the action was. No hope there. The action lay in Johnny's soft snore reverberating in my ear and the steady sound of Mark's grinding teeth.
Obviously wound-up from the pillow fight, I ignored my inquisitive cock and fought the urge to giggle again. Not a very macho response, but I don't think I knew how to do those anyway and now probably wasn't the time to try.
Instead, I stared out into the darkness and tried to work out exactly how I'd managed to get myself into this position and whether I could possibly patent the amount of good fortune I was currently enjoying and sell it to anyone who might need a little blessing from Lady Luck. I'd be more than willing to share it, though anyone out there could expect a fight if they thought I'd be willing to share the Delaneys as well. And, as the twins had been quick to discover, I wasn't a fighting man.
I had other ways of getting results and there was no harm in that. In the words of that great gay role model La Barrowman, I am what I am , and I was bloody well proud of it.
Besides, with the money I made from my devious patenting plan, maybe I could one day open my own gallery, with the support of Melissa, and even...
No, best not to get into the realms of fantasy. I was happy with the way my life was, wasn't I? So why think about changing it? Oh, yes, I was one very happy bloke.
This was the last thought in my head before I gave in to the sleep tugging at my mind.
The next thing I knew, there was a crash and a shout, which dragged me from the misty arms of a pretty spicy dream involving a beach ball, a set of Lego, and the Delaneys. My recent reading matter must have been influencing me more than I thought.
"Wha'? Whassamatter?" I mumbled, sitting upright and waving my arms around in an effort to find the light switch.
"Stay down, Liam," came Johnny's hissed command as light finally flooded the bedroom, though I suspected this was his action rather than mine.
At once, I slid back against the pillow and gazed out at the scene confronting me. Johnny was kneeling on the futon, staring with a kind of fierce concentration into the room. Rather more worrying than this was the fact he was also holding a gun, which looked pretty deadly to me.
"Oh shit."
"Shut up," he said, offering me the barest glance only, his aim reassuringly steady. Then, "Who's there? Show yourself. Now. "
There was an achingly long moment during which nothing happened, and I couldn't even think about my life, let alone have it flashing before my eyes, and then Mark's voice broke the silence.
"It's me, Johnny, and for God's sake, stay cool and put away the gun."
With that, his face arose from
"Discussing pajamas," Johnny said, thankfully throwing the pillow to one side. "I don't think Liam liked mine."
Mark nodded, took a couple of steps inside and pushed the door shut behind him. "Can't say I blame him. The boy's got taste. Anyway, what's the point of pajamas?"
He had no argument from me, on any count. Mark slipped into bed--on the right, I noted--while I made use of a spare toothbrush in Johnny's bathroom and washed my face before going back to bed.
Mark gestured me in next to him and nodded his approval. He obviously liked men with damp faces and minty breath. Then again, who didn't? Or, hell, maybe he just liked me. Now there was a thought, one to hold on to, come what may. As I settled myself down, Johnny turned off the light and slipped in behind me, as it were, gently pushing me sideways until he was spooning me, his chest against my back and his legs wrapping round mine. I found myself lying against Mark, wedged deliciously between the two men like the jam in a sandwich.
Some jam. Some sandwich.
The universe being what it was, and even in spite of the fact the twins were going to bed at an earlier time than usual, they were both asleep within minutes, whereas by then my prick had woken up and was looking around to see where the action was. No hope there. The action lay in Johnny's soft snore reverberating in my ear and the steady sound of Mark's grinding teeth.
Obviously wound-up from the pillow fight, I ignored my inquisitive cock and fought the urge to giggle again. Not a very macho response, but I don't think I knew how to do those anyway and now probably wasn't the time to try.
Instead, I stared out into the darkness and tried to work out exactly how I'd managed to get myself into this position and whether I could possibly patent the amount of good fortune I was currently enjoying and sell it to anyone who might need a little blessing from Lady Luck. I'd be more than willing to share it, though anyone out there could expect a fight if they thought I'd be willing to share the Delaneys as well. And, as the twins had been quick to discover, I wasn't a fighting man.
I had other ways of getting results and there was no harm in that. In the words of that great gay role model La Barrowman, I am what I am , and I was bloody well proud of it.
Besides, with the money I made from my devious patenting plan, maybe I could one day open my own gallery, with the support of Melissa, and even...
No, best not to get into the realms of fantasy. I was happy with the way my life was, wasn't I? So why think about changing it? Oh, yes, I was one very happy bloke.
This was the last thought in my head before I gave in to the sleep tugging at my mind.
The next thing I knew, there was a crash and a shout, which dragged me from the misty arms of a pretty spicy dream involving a beach ball, a set of Lego, and the Delaneys. My recent reading matter must have been influencing me more than I thought.
"Wha'? Whassamatter?" I mumbled, sitting upright and waving my arms around in an effort to find the light switch.
"Stay down, Liam," came Johnny's hissed command as light finally flooded the bedroom, though I suspected this was his action rather than mine.
At once, I slid back against the pillow and gazed out at the scene confronting me. Johnny was kneeling on the futon, staring with a kind of fierce concentration into the room. Rather more worrying than this was the fact he was also holding a gun, which looked pretty deadly to me.
"Oh shit."
"Shut up," he said, offering me the barest glance only, his aim reassuringly steady. Then, "Who's there? Show yourself. Now. "
There was an achingly long moment during which nothing happened, and I couldn't even think about my life, let alone have it flashing before my eyes, and then Mark's voice broke the silence.
"It's me, Johnny, and for God's sake, stay cool and put away the gun."
With that, his face arose from
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