Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  “How would you feel about being godfather to this one?”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah. I was planning on asking you anyway. It seems even more fitting now, somehow. You and this little dude are the newest members of the family. You should stick together.”

  “I’d love to. Thank you.”

  Evan wrapped his arm around Lacey’s shoulder and squeezed her gently, then pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  “I’m not sure what a godfather does, just as fair warning. You’ll have to give me very clear instructions.”

  “I do when I want you to do anything.”

  “That’s not fair,” Evan complained. Lacey just laughed.

  “It’ll be fine.”

  From farther in the house came the noise of running footsteps, and then Tom’s oldest child skidded to a stop in front of them.

  “Hi, Uncle Evan. Dad says I should tell you con… con-rat….”

  “Congratulations?” Lacey supplied.

  “Yeah! That. And tell you lunch is ready.”

  “Thanks, Drew. I’ll help your aunt Lacey get up and be in in a sec, okay?”

  Drew nodded enthusiastically. “Come on, Vi,” he said, taking his sister’s hand and leading her into the dining room. Violet still had one red fire truck clutched in her chubby fingers.

  “I worry about that kid,” Lacey said under her breath.

  “She’ll be fine.”

  Evan got to his feet, then held both hands out to Lacey to pull her to her feet. She stumbled, groaned, then smoothed down the oversized shirt she was wearing so it covered her ass.

  From the feast spread out on the dining room table, Evan thought Annie must have been cooking for most of the morning. She’d made fresh biscuits, an enormous roast chicken, mashed sweet potatoes, ears of corn, a pot pie, meatloaf, green bean casserole, and a mountainous pile of buttered peas.

  “Jeez, Mama,” Scott said as he surveyed the table. “Did you invite half the naval base to come join us too?”

  “Just made a few of your favorites,” she said, grinning.

  “I’m not complaining,” Tom said as he reached for a biscuit.

  “Wait,” Ashley told him, slapping at his hand.

  Tom pouted at his wife, then turned and made sure both his boys sat comfortably. Drew was six, Owen five, and Violet had been contained in a high chair she was rapidly growing too big for, as it proved an effective containment device during mealtimes.

  Evan took a seat with Scott on his left and his mom on his right, then looked around the table. The Sparrows had been family since he was a kid. Having them all together, multiple generations, felt like the most perfect way to celebrate the next chapter of his relationship with Scott.

  Jim Sparrow tapped the side of his wineglass with his knife and rose from his seat at the head of the table. Before he had even said anything, Evan felt his face start to heat. Under the table, where no one could see, Scott squeezed his knee and left his comforting hand there.

  “I’ve given a speech at all of my kids’ weddings,” Scott’s dad said, looking around the room. “So I hope you didn’t think I would give up the tradition this time. Yesterday my son married the love of his life… literally.”

  Evan chuckled softly, and Scott’s hand on his knee tightened again.

  “I have never been more proud of Scott, and I have never loved Evan more. It took them plenty of time to figure out what we’ve all known since they were children—that they are, undoubtedly, the most perfect match for each other. I wish for you love and happiness and friendship. To Evan and Scott.”

  Around them, family raised their glasses, and one sippy cup. “Evan and Scott.”

  Scott put his hand on Evan’s cheek, drawing it round to plant a firm, important kiss on Evan’s lips. Their moms were sniffing, hiding tears in the good napkins.

  “Eat!” Annie insisted, and Evan laughed with Ashley as Tom reached again for the basket of biscuits.

  It took plenty of fussing and passing dishes back and forth across the table until everyone had something resembling a balanced meal, and Evan wanted Scott’s hand back on his knee. Instead he satisfied himself with his foot hooked around Scott’s ankle, almost resentful of Scott needing a second hand to eat with.

  “So, are you Sparrow Kings, or King Sparrows?” Anthony asked, wiggling his eyebrows while Lacey rolled hers and elbowed him in the ribs.

  Evan gave Scott a look, and they both grinned back.

  “We’re not sure yet,” Scott said. “Sparrow King sounds like a football team mascot, and King Sparrow sounds like a young adult fantasy novel.”

  Anthony barked with laughter. “I won’t argue with that.”

  “We’re thinking of absorbing each other’s surname as middle names,” Evan added. “We’d keep our own last names that way.”

  “That could work.” Anthony nodded.

  “How about you? Any potential names for my nephew yet?”

  “I am no longer allowed to make suggestions,” Anthony said, smiling sweetly at his wife. “Am I, darling?”

  “After the great Brayden/Cayden/Jayden argument of last week, no.”

  “Are those names in or out?” Scott asked.

  “Don’t,” Anthony said, holding both his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I can’t go there again. I’m not strong enough.”

  Tom’s middle child poked Lacey in the arm. “I think you should call the baby Owen.”

  “I think that could get a bit confusing, sweetheart,” she said. “But it is a good name.”

  “It is,” he agreed solemnly, then dug back into his peas.

  “I think he might be a Cooper,” Lacey said, rubbing her belly again.

  “I like Cooper,” Annie told her.

  “Me too.”

  Anthony wisely stayed silent.

  WHILE THE others cleared the table, Evan divided the peach cobbler into bowls and let Scott scoop vanilla ice cream on top of each portion. They’d already agreed to take dessert outside, where the afternoon had turned unseasonably warm.

  “Here,” Scott said, holding out the spoon for Evan to lick clean. It was good ice cream, the fancy kind that his mom used to get for special occasions when he was a kid. Evan wrapped his tongue around it, then pulled Scott into a kiss to share the flavor.

  “Gross.”

  “Sorry, kid,” Scott said, pulling away and laughing.

  Evan handed Drew a bowl, then held another out. “Think you can manage taking one for Owen as well?”

  Drew nodded and let Scott slip a spoon into each bowl before carefully walking away with them, his tongue caught between his teeth in concentration.

  Evan caught Scott’s gaze again and couldn’t help the dopey smile that spread across his face.

  “I love you,” Scott said, crowding in close once more. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

  “I know,” Evan said cheekily.

  Scott laughed. Their next kiss was sweeter, ice cream free, and chaste.

  “Would you make love to me tonight?” Scott whispered, his voice a husky growl in Evan’s ear.

  “You wanna bottom?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Okay.”

  Scott didn’t bottom all that often. Evan loved it, craved the feeling of his man inside him, and didn’t mind one bit that Scott preferred to top. It had taken almost a year of their relationship growing and filling with color and detail before Scott was ready to try that. In the years since, he only asked for it every few months.

  Evan smoothed the pad of his thumb over Scott’s palm, enjoying the tiny shudder that seemed to crawl down Scott’s spine.

  “Any particular reason for that request?”

  Scott leaned over and kissed Evan’s neck below his ear. “I just realized I never had my husband inside me before. I want to fix that.”

  “Seems as good a reason as any,” Evan said. He hoped his voice didn’t sound as thick to Scott as it did in his own ears. He hoped Scott couldn’t see how his whole
body had suddenly gone tight with desire. He hoped, and knew Scott would see all of it anyway. There was very little Evan could hide from him.

  They stayed another half hour, watching the night creep down to meet the sunset. Lacey was asleep on a lounger, Anthony with her feet in his lap, gently smoothing them as she dozed. Tom had long since rounded up his kids, carrying a sleeping Violet, draped over his shoulder, to the car.

  It took a little longer to say their good-byes to their mothers, who had decided they needed to share at least one more bottle of Prosecco to celebrate their children’s nuptials. Evan held Annie close as she sobbed something about him being her son too now, after all these years, and tried very hard not to cry. He was pretty sure Scott was going through the same conversation with Evan’s mom.

  They got back to a cool house and a cat who demanded love and attention before she went back to sleep on her big leather armchair.

  “I’m going to go take a quick shower,” Scott said as Evan locked up the house for the night.

  “Okay.”

  They stared each other down for a moment, and when Evan surged forward he was met with Scott’s fingertips on his mouth.

  “Don’t,” Scott said, shaking his head. “If you kiss me now, I won’t be able to stop, and I know what I want.”

  “Shower,” Evan said. His voice came out much lower than usual. “Quickly.”

  Scott took a deep breath and turned on his heel, marching off to their shared bathroom. Evan adjusted himself in his jeans and went about his usual evening routine, making sure Princess had water for the night and drawing curtains where needed. In their bedroom he lit the few candles he kept for nights like this, when they wanted to make love in the warm glow of candlelight. It was romantic; he didn’t care about the cliché.

  The shower was still running, so Evan stripped out of his clothes, dumping them in the laundry hamper, then lay facedown on the bed and pillowed his chin on his fists, face turned to the door. It didn’t take long for Scott to come out, toweling his hair with one hand.

  “Jesus.”

  “What?” Evan asked.

  “Your ass. You need to keep that covered. You make me want to change my mind, and I just went to some effort to prepare myself for plan A.”

  Evan snorted with laughter and attempted to hide it in a pillow.

  Scott finished drying off his hair and tossed the towel on top of the laundry basket. His skin was still damp when he flung himself onto the bed, and Evan attached his lips to the skin on Scott’s shoulder.

  “If you change your mind, that’s fine,” Evan murmured, then accepted Scott’s tongue in his mouth. Their kisses were always so sweet, so fucking good that Evan almost wanted to whine at the contact. At the taste.

  “I won’t change my mind.”

  “Okay,” Evan said. “Can I lick your ass?”

  “Jesus,” Scott breathed. His tone alone was enough to make Evan laugh.

  “You can say no.” Evan skimmed his hand over the smooth skin of Scott’s ass, then squeezed it gently.

  “I don’t want to say no.”

  “On your front.”

  Scott wasn’t a blushing virgin, but he always seemed to turn into one when he bottomed. He buried his face in the comforter and hugged a pillow to his chest. Evan bit one asscheek, where it met the top of Scott’s thigh, just to make him yelp.

  “I fucking hate you,” Scott grouched. The words were muffled, his face still hidden in the pillow.

  “I love you too, baby,” Evan said.

  He settled himself between Scott’s thighs and placed his hands one each on Scott’s asscheeks, lifting and spreading them. Scott whimpered and canted his hips back. They were still working out Scott’s comfort zone, though it was a journey Evan was having a hell of a lot of fun on. There was no need to rush to the finish line.

  Evan leaned in and lapped at Scott’s taint, dainty little licks that got Scott groaning. He was loud in bed, Evan loved that about him, and it spurred him on to get that reaction more and more often.

  Evan teased him, biting and licking and rubbing his thumbs along Scott’s crack, getting him wet and needy. Both were important. By the time he got his tongue flickering over Scott’s asshole, Scott was moaning long and low, filthy noises, and the way he was rutting his hips told Evan he was rock-solid hard. Evan loved him like this.

  Evan settled further on his belly and pulled Scott’s asscheeks all the way apart, exposing his hole to long, filthy licks, prodding little pokes, and finally, a finger or two to tempt the tiny little hole into relaxing.

  He added lube to the mix, letting the wetness be its own kind of foreplay as Scott continued to grunt and groan. He took one of Evan’s fingers with hardly any trouble at all. The second was harder work. Evan had to talk him into taking the third finger.

  “Come on, baby, you know you can take it.”

  “Won’t fit, Evan,” Scott whimpered. His voice was raw, lost, gone.

  “It will. You want to be nice and relaxed for my cock, yeah? We gotta get you ready so I can fill your tight little ass.”

  “Oh, fuck.”

  Evan chuckled. “You ready? Want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  He slapped Scott’s ass, one hard crack to make him yelp. “Want a condom?”

  They didn’t use them when Evan bottomed, but he kept a few in the nightstand drawer just in case.

  “No. I want to feel you.”

  Evan quickly used one hand to slick lube along his cock and poured more onto the fingers that were still gently caressing Scott from the inside. When he slowly, surely pulled his fingers free he immediately pressed his cock forward, stretching and filling Scott’s body.

  “Shit,” Scott gasped. “Gentle. Please.”

  “I’ve got you,” Evan murmured, fighting his body’s urge to push forward, to lay claim to his lover’s body. Instead he shifted his weight onto his hands, pressed his chest to Scott’s back, and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Scott’s neck. “I’ve got you. Tell me when you’re ready.”

  Only the very tip of his cock was inside, and the rhythmic clenching of Scott’s hole was a torturously sweet massage on the most sensitive part of his body.

  “Okay,” Scott said after a moment.

  Evan sank forward, slow and even and steady, letting Scott’s body accept his in its own time. It took a while, not that Evan was in any kind of rush. He kissed over Scott’s neck, lips hovering over his heartbeat.

  “Still okay?” Evan murmured.

  “Fuck. Yes.”

  “We can stop now if you want.” Evan nuzzled into the late afternoon scruff under Scott’s ear. “I’m here. I’m inside you. You don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”

  Scott turned his head, silky black hairs that Evan adored brushing over his throat. “Kiss me. Please, Evan.”

  They found each other’s lips, though their position didn’t offer much in terms of deep kisses. Instead Evan brushed his mouth over Scott’s, back and forth, in time with the gentle rocking of his hips.

  This was how he wanted to make love for the rest of his life.

  Scott had started making tiny little noises in the back of his throat, whimpers and groans, urging Evan to give him more.

  “Hmm?”

  “Don’t.”

  “Don’t what, baby?” Evan teased.

  “Don’t make me beg.” Scott’s voice was broken and raw.

  “But you’re so beautiful like this.”

  Evan thrust in a little harder, a little deeper. Scott yelped, then moaned into the pillow.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

  “More, fuck. Evan. Please. Fuck me.”

  “I love you,” Evan said, his lips skimming over Scott’s neck, making him squirm on Evan’s dick. “More than anything.”

  Scott groped for Evan’s hand, then threaded their fingers together. Like this, their rings sat side by side. In a rush, it became real. This was his marriage.

  “Oh God,” Evan gr
oaned, pressing his face back against Scott’s neck.

  They moved together, finding a rhythm and pace that danced along the line between sweet and teasing and rough and powerful. Scott got his knees underneath him, and suddenly he had space and strength to buck back into Evan’s thrusts. Both their hands came around to tease his cock and balls, and Evan rubbed his thumb over that spot that made his partner melt.

  “Evan.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m gonna come.”

  A cold fizz shuddered down Evan’s spine, and he clenched his stomach muscles, willing himself not to come, not until Scott was falling apart underneath him.

  “Come for me, baby,” Evan murmured.

  Scott cried out, bucking and shaking, and it was all Evan could do to hold on, to kiss him through it and murmur soft noises. His thrusts grew shallow, and he knew his body would betray him soon enough. As soon as Scott shuddered through the peak of his orgasm Evan let go, letting instinct take over as he pressed his lips to Scott’s shoulder and allowed the waves of pleasure free passage through his body.

  Shuddering, breathing hard, and covered in sweat and come, Evan pulled Scott to his chest and held him tight. It was overwhelming for sure, this bubbling emotion. For a long moment all Evan could do was wrap his arms around Scott and hold him tight, his face buried in Scott’s sweet-smelling hair.

  Scott’s gentle hands smoothed through Evan’s hair, understanding, empathizing, feeling it too. Evan pressed his lips to Scott’s head.

  “You,” he breathed, “are such a little cock slut.”

  “I am not,” Scott gasped.

  Evan broke into helpless laughter, his arms squeezing tighter as Scott tried to wriggle away. “No, that’s it now. I’m making you my bottom.”

  “Give me five minutes to recover and I’ll fuck you into the floor to prove that’s not true.”

  Scott bit at Evan’s jaw, a teasing little nip, then soothed the skin with his tongue.

  “How are you feeling?” Evan asked. He’d finally controlled Scott’s wriggling and rubbed his thumb back and forth over Scott’s cheekbone.

  “Good. Incredible. Can’t quite believe I’m married to you.”

  “Twenty-five years,” Evan murmured. “It took us twenty-five years to get here.”