by Sean Michael
"You guys making any new year's resolutions this year?"
"I'm considering giving up surgery."
Both he and Rock stared at Rig, blinking at the man.
"What? I had enough this year, yeah? Enough to last my lifetime."
"I just didn't expect to hear you say something like that,” Rock admitted.
"Well, I could resolve to work out more, I guess. Get all buff like my men."
"You could use a little meat on your bones,” murmured Rock, rubbing Rig's belly. “Like you how you are, though."
Dick grinned, and nodded. “Yeah, you're pretty fucking awesome just as you are."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Rig's fingers slipped underneath the edge of his shirt, tracing his muscles.
"Mmm ... yeah, just like you are.” His belly muscles flexed under Rig's touch.
"What ... what about you, Rock?"
Rock grunted. “I don't know. I suppose if Rig is giving up surgery, I could be less of an asshole about the vitamins."
Dick looked over at Rock, just as surprised. Rig hummed, nose sliding over Rock's cheek on the way to give the big guy a long, breathless kiss. Dick moaned a little as he watched. It never got old, watching them together, knowing he was a part of them.
Rig eased back, leaning into him harder. “What about you, Dick?"
"I'm making a resolution not to miss moments like this. We get so busy sometimes and I forget just how good I've got it. I'm not going to forget that this year."
"Sap,” accused Rock, but the jibe had no heat behind it.
"No missing. No missing anything.” Rig kissed him, and there was heat behind that.
He wrapped his arm around Rig, his other hand touching Rock.
No, he wasn't going to miss a second of this.
None of them were.
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