by Sean Michael
“Where’s my phone? That’s gorgeous.” Logan snapped a picture and threw it on Instagram.
“These are going to be the most photographed babies ever.” Dirk knew that probably wasn’t true. All babies were superphotographed, especially now that it was so easy.
“We need to document their perfection.”
“Absolutely.” He wasn’t going to argue with that.
Logan took a selfie with the three of them. “I love this.”
He grinned, Logan’s happiness infectious. “It’s pretty special.”
“I know, right? It’s amazing.”
Dirk had to admit he was happier than he’d ever been, aside from when Melly had been born. He let himself really feel it too. He would have to remember this when the kids were all screaming and unhappy and nothing would make them stop. Or when everyone was sick and miserable, including him, but he still had to cope. It was the moments like these that would tide him over the less than perfect times.
Chapter Seven
LOGAN sat in the middle of the floor surrounded by three screaming month-old babies and tried not to cry himself. Soon, he told himself. Soon Dirk would come home, and he could take a shower. Soon.
Seb’s cries got louder, the sound piercing, and that had the others crying louder as well. Damn. Not soon enough.
Just as he was sure he was about to lose it, he heard the front door open. Thank the lord.
“Uh-huh. I bet Uncle Logan needs a hug,” he heard.
Melly came running. “My babies are crying!” She sat next to Seb and patted his belly. “Don’t cry, Sebbie. Melly is here.”
“Damn, how long has this been going on?” Dirk asked, grabbing Suzy up and bouncing her on his shoulder. He put his free hand on Logan’s shoulder and squeezed.
“A long time.” Logan leaned back against Dirk’s legs. “Hey, Melly.”
“Hi, Unca Logan. Did you feed my babies?”
“Yes, honey, I’ve fed them.”
“Did you change my babies’ diapees?” she demanded.
“Yes, honey.”
She pursed her lips, still patting Seb.
“You think they’re sick?” Dirk asked as his bouncing hadn’t quieted Suzy yet, though the frantic wails had backed off.
“No, I think they’re evil demons.” He managed a wink. One would doze off and another would scream, setting everyone off. It had been going on for hours.
“Well, I think Melly has Seb almost tamed. Did you try that white-noise-generator thingie?” Dirk asked.
He closed his eyes and counted to thirty. Of course he’d tried it. He wasn’t an idiot. He was tired. He needed a shower. “Yeah.”
“Damn. You look at your wit’s end. Why don’t you leave them to me and Melly and go for a walk or take a nap or something?”
“Okay. I need a shower. Now.” A shower. A beer. A hard cry. “I’ll be right back.”
Dirk leaned in before he could go and gave him a quick kiss. “Take your time, eh?”
“Yeah. Thanks. Sorry.” He took off, grabbing a beer before locking himself in the bathroom. He dialed Aiden, rocking on the closed toilet.
“Logan. Hey. What’s up?”
“I suck. I totally suck at this.”
“Ah, bad day, huh?” Aiden tsked. “We all have them, you know.”
“Yeah. Yeah, what was I thinking?” He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t manage.
“You were thinking they’d give you an older kid, probably someone Sarah’s age. And then they handed you three babies, and you fell in love with them.” Aiden sounded so calm.
“Even Melly thinks I suck.” He was going to cry. He sucked down a few gulps of beer.
“She does not—I’ve seen the two of you together. She thinks her Unca Logan hung the moon. You’re just having a moment.”
“I am. I’m locked in the bathroom drinking beer.”
“Good for you. Take a shower when you’re done. Hot water and soap can be magical.”
“Tell me you don’t hate me. Tell me the babies won’t hate me.” That was his biggest fear, failing everyone from the babies to his friends.
“Nobody hates you. Except maybe the people you go up against in the course of your job. Babies are hard, and we all have our moments.”
He nodded, sniffling as he finished his beer. “I love you, man.”
“I hope so—you’re my best friend. And I don’t hate you, I promise. I also promise that those babies don’t hate you either.”
“Okay. Okay, I believe you.” He wasn’t sure which was helping more: Aiden, the beer, or no longer being face-to-face with three inconsolable little bundles of what were supposed to be joy.
“Good. Shower, honey. Hot water. Maybe jack off.”
He managed a half laugh for Aiden. Jack off. He could use that. He and Dirk had shared a bed for more than a week since Dirk had moved in and hadn’t done more than kiss. If all the kids were asleep, they were too tired to do more than hold each other and kiss. If they weren’t too tired—which was maybe for five minutes once a day—the kids were around. Honestly, Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d come.
He didn’t know if he’d ever get it up again. Ever. He’d forget how to use it, and it would fall off.
He finished his beer and started the shower. Oh God, the hot water felt good. Amazing in fact. Logan let himself simply relax, let the water bash down on him and ease all his tension.
He was beginning to feel half human again when the door opened, Dirk peeking in. “Hey, Logan, how are you doing?”
“Hey. I’m sorry. I’ll be right out.”
“No, it’s okay, take your time. They’re asleep, and Melly’s having a snack with Gru and the Minions. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Yeah. Just a hard day. How was yours?”
“Okay. I gotta admit, I can’t wait for school to be over. I keep thinking how I’d rather be home with you and the babies. It’s like I’ve got a string attaching me to here, and the farther and longer I’m away, the tighter the string gets, trying to pull me back.”
“Hell, you’d almost save money with Melly out of day care,” Logan noted.
“Maybe. But then I wouldn’t be contributing, and I’m already mooching off you.”
“I’ll have to pay a nanny. I can’t do this alone.” That much was clear to him. “I’m a bad father.”
“Shut up—you’re a great father!”
“I don’t feel like one.” He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, blinking as Dirk gasped. “What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
It felt good having Dirk look at him like that.
“You are,” Dirk insisted. “Beautiful. Hot. Sexy. All that water dripping off your gorgeous bod. You make me hungry.”
Oh, how much had he needed to hear that? “Thank you.”
“Maybe one day soon I can act on the desire to lick every drop off you.”
“Wouldn’t that be magical? I’ve forgotten what to do in that department.” Though tired as he was, his cock was trying to say thank you for the compliments.
“I bet if we got twenty uninterrupted minutes alone when we weren’t both exhausted we’d figure it out.” Dirk leaned against the wall, watching him as he dried himself off. “So the other thing you mentioned. The nanny you need to pay who you haven’t been able to find yet—if I wasn’t working, I would be here full-time, and you wouldn’t need a nanny. Then I would be contributing to the household, just not monetarily.”
“I need help, Dirk. I don’t know if I can do this without full-time help.” He didn’t want to make Dirk leave his job, but….
“Give me a try? You know how much I love the kids. You know I’ve just been putting in hours until summer holidays so I can be here full-time.”
“Please.” Logan felt such hope at the idea. Such relief. “Please, Dirk. I need you.”
“I’ll hand my resignation in tomorrow. I’ll see if I can get away without giving them notice—there’s p
lenty of subs who’d love to work full-time until the end of the term.” Dirk reached for him. “Come on. You take a nap until supper, okay?”
“I’m okay. I really needed a shower.” Dirk had been at work all day, and it wouldn’t be fair to continue to abandon him with all the kids.
“But you can also have a nap.” Dirk hugged him tight. “It’s going to work out, Logan. You won’t have to do it all alone all day anymore. Now go nap because I do have to get up tomorrow morning to hand in that resignation, so you’re still on nighttime feeding duty.”
“We ordering in?” Logan hadn’t even thought about dinner yet, let alone prepped anything.
“Don’t worry about supper. I’ll take care of it.” Dirk kissed him. “Go dream of me, eh?”
“Promise. Thank you. I just…. Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I’m really happy about this. You, the kids, being here. All of it.” Dirk gave him another hug, quick and hard, then slipped out of the bathroom.
Logan headed to the bed, and despite everything swimming around in his head, he swore he was asleep before he hit the pillow.
Chapter Eight
DIRK had handed in his resignation without notice. He knew he’d burned that bridge to the ground, but he’d seen the desperation in Logan’s eyes. He knew Logan had been at his wit’s end. And he couldn’t stand the thought of some stranger helping out when it could be him.
This was what he wanted. He reminded himself of that many times in the first week of being home full-time, as they all found their way around each other and came up with a routine that let the kids all get what they needed and gave him and Logan most of what they needed too.
Tonight the triplets had gone down easier than they ever had, and he and Logan found themselves on the love seat in front of the television before 9:00 p.m. He wasn’t exhausted. And he hoped Logan wasn’t either. He really wanted to make love—finally. And he thought tonight was the night. But he wasn’t sure how to initiate things now that it looked like they might be able to really get it on.
Logan turned to him suddenly and pulled him into a hard, intentional kiss.
Yes!
Moaning, he wrapped his arms around Logan’s shoulders and kissed Logan back, his lips opening to let Logan in. Logan took his mouth like a starving man, leaning back and dragging Dirk over his long body.
Dirk moaned again, grabbing the base of Logan’s T-shirt and hauling it up along his torso. Dirk made a soft noise when the T-shirt got stuck about halfway up Logan’s body.
Logan helped and tore the offending shirt off. “Need you.”
Dirk pulled his own T-shirt off, too, then lowered himself back down against Logan, moaning at being skin on skin. The heat of Logan’s body was better than anything a cover or the fire could offer. “Me too. Like whoa.” He ran his hands along Logan’s sides.
“Uh-huh. Damn.” Logan stretched up tall, offering himself.
Dirk pulled back enough to slide a hand between them and trace Logan’s abs, then swept it up to feel the little points of Logan’s nipples. He could hardly believe that he was finally getting to touch this beautiful man, to feel up the muscles he’d admired for months.
Logan hummed softly and twisted under his touch. Dirk rolled their bodies together, their cocks pressed tight with only some denim between them. Groaning, he slid his tongue into Logan’s mouth. So many amazing sensations, he didn’t know which to focus on.
With one hand pushed between them, Logan started working their jeans open. Dirk tried to keep his hips back so Logan had room, but he was out of his mind with the fact that they were doing this now, and his control was iffy at best.
“Can I touch you, babe?” Logan asked. “I want your cock.”
“Please. Please.” Dirk nodded. God yes. He needed this so badly. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been touched. It had been ages since he’d even jacked himself off.
“Yeah.” Logan tugged at his zipper, eased it down, careful of his sensitive parts.
He realized he was actually holding his breath as he waited for Logan to touch his cock, his entire body at attention. Logan kissed him, hard enough to make him gasp, and then warm fingers wrapped around his prick.
“Oh God. Yes, please.” Dirk thrust his hips, sliding his cock along Logan’s palm. He felt like shouting, like crying, like dancing.
“Feel good. Damn, honey.” Logan’s thumb brushed against the tip, sliding along Dirk’s slit.
A shudder moved through him. “Oh God. Gonna come embarrassingly fast.” He was almost there already from having Logan touch him. He hadn’t been this easy to bring to orgasm since he’d first discovered it.
“It’s been too long. I know. Here.” Without warning, Logan shifted them, then swooped down and sucked him in in one long draw.
Dirk shoved his fist in his mouth to muffle his scream as he came down Logan’s throat. Logan swallowed, taking him, making the pleasure go on and on.
He finally collapsed against the couch, panting. “Oh God, Logan. Thank you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Damn, you taste good.” Logan kissed the tip of his cock.
“You can taste me anytime you want.” Like, anytime. He just hoped he had the opportunity to return the favor before they were interrupted.
“Thank you.” The next kiss was soft, warm. Teasing.
He shivered. “Are you trying to keep me hard?” Because if Logan was, it was working.
“Don’t you want to be hard? You can’t make love to me if you’re not hard.”
“Oh damn.” He nodded, his cock actually jerking at the thought. “Yes, please.” He’d thought he was going to be sucking Logan off in return or something like that. Logan’s idea was much better. Like, very much better.
“Well, then.” He was taken back into that soft, hot mouth.
“Damn. Logan, that’s… the best.” Dirk thought Logan had to enjoy sucking, because he was so good at it. Funny, Logan seemed so…. Oh, why was he worrying? He was the luckiest man alive.
He dropped his hands to Logan’s head and ran his fingers through Logan’s hair, encouraging the suction and trying to let Logan know how good it was. Logan hummed and licked, loving on him, keeping him erect and needy.
“Thank you.” He had to say it again, because while thank you wasn’t enough, it was something. Soon he’d thank Logan as best he could. Thinking of that….
“What about you, Logan? What do you need?” He wasn’t a selfish guy and he wouldn’t keep making Logan pleasure him while Logan was getting nothing.
“I want you to make love to me,” Logan reminded him. “Please.”
“I’d love to.” He brought their mouths together again, kissing Logan softly. “Come to bed. We’ll get comfortable.” He wasn’t going to do something like this on the couch. They both deserved better.
Dirk got up and took Logan’s hand to lead him over to his—their—bed.
Logan gripped his hand and went with him. “Oh, this is a lovely idea. I feel like I’m dreaming.”
“Shh. Let’s not wake up.”
“Fair enough.” Logan stripped down and stretched out on the comforter, giving Dirk the full naked view.
“Oh.” Every now and then he saw Logan and his breath was stripped away. Literally. This was one such moment.
Hard and happy, Logan was ready for him, so lean and lovely. Dirk climbed onto the bed and knelt over Logan, sliding his hands along Logan’s chest and belly and moving slowly to the pretty pink little nipples. Logan watched him like he was magical, like he was a god.
On the one hand, it made him feel special, important. On the other, there was a little voice in his head that told him he’d better perform at his best or else. Of course, he wanted to do nothing more than that, so it shouldn’t be a problem.
“Kiss me? Please?” Logan begged.
Dirk brought their mouths together and slid their lips on each other. He could kiss this man forever.
He ran his hands over Logan’s torso.
He loved those muscles—he’d been admiring them for ages, and this was a luxury. Then he reached down, cupped Logan’s heavy cock. Logan bucked for him and made a low, needy noise.
Dirk loved it, and he planned to do what he could to have Logan make a lot more of those noises.
“Need you, hmm?” Logan drew one leg drew up, exposing himself to Dirk.
“Oh yeah.” Dirk nodded, fascinated by Logan’s hole. He reached out, stroking it so carefully. Logan bucked again, and Dirk stroked it some more, loving the heat, the silkiness of the skin. “So hot.”
“The lube is in the drawer, Dirk, and the condoms.”
“Were you a Boy Scout? Because you’re very well prepared.” He kept stroking that little spot.
“I had hope. Someday. When the kids were grown and gone.”
That made him giggle. “The condoms will be expired by then.” Then he reached for Logan’s lovely prick. He wrapped his hands around it, moaning at the heat and silkiness. Such softness around the hard core. “And it would be a shame to waste this lovely erection for that long.”
“Oh. Oh, I concur. Absolutely.”
He ran his hand along Logan’s cock, then let it go so he could cup Logan’s balls. They were heavy and hot and were the perfect weight in his palm. Logan spread even wider, a soft cry on the air.
“I’ve got you, I promise.” He would have liked to have kissed Logan forever and spent just as long touching and learning every inch of Logan’s body. Who knew how much time they had, though? Any of the kids could go off at any moment, and he wanted to make love to Logan before that happened.
He grabbed the lube and condoms out of the bedside-table drawer and then slicked up his fingers. Then he rubbed some more lube against Logan’s hole. He loved the heat. He loved imagining himself sinking into it, Logan’s body holding his cock tight. He moaned and pushed one of his fingers inside Logan’s hole. Oh God, so tight.
“Yes.” Logan arched and took him, demanding that he go deeper, farther.
Dirk obliged, pushing his finger all the way in and wriggling it around. Then he fucked Logan with it, watching Logan’s face for a sign as to when to add a second finger. Once he was sure he’d seen the need ratcheting up, he slid his finger out and went right back in with two. Logan’s body stretched to accommodate the added girth, and it made Dirk’s balls ache a little. That was going to be his cock soon.