Mannies Incorporated

by Michael, Sean

  "Huh." Drake watched the kids for a minute. "I guess we'd better craft then."

  "We'll do it after lunch. Right now they're…cooking the baby."

  "Is that what that is? Shouldn't we like stop them or something?"

  "Nah. Who knows what the game is? Maggie would cry if the baby was being hurt."

  "Yeah? She's such a serious little girl," Drake noted.

  "She is. They thought she had autism." Of course, Mindy would have told Drake that.

  Drake nodded. "Tests said it wasn't likely, though. She's pretty sweet once you convince her you're okay."

  "She's just shy, but she'll make it." Kindergarten was going to be intense.

  "She's got good people in her corner." Drake grunted.

  "She does. It's going to change their lives, having Mindy home."

  "We've got to make through the next eight months first."

  "More like ten." He sighed. "I'm dreading Christmas."

  Drake snorted. "Christmas is forever away -- I'm dreading their birthdays. Hell, thinking about next week seems scary."

  "Yeah. Poor Mindy. This sucks so hard for her."

  "She'll manage. She's strong."

  "She is." They headed back toward the kitchen, and Slayde picked up as he went.

  Drake's hand slid over his ass as he bent to pick down a toy in the doorway to the kitchen. Oh. Oh, wow. He grinned, tossed the toy into a basket.

  "So, what do you want me to do 'til lunch? Laundry or something?" Drake was always offering to help -- he couldn't accuse the man of not pulling his weight, though that had been exactly what he'd thought was going to happen when Drake had first shown up. Luckily he'd been pretty wrong about the man.

  "If you can get a load started, I'll strip the kids' beds and remake them." He chuckled, shook his head. "I have to tell you, you make my life easier."

  "That's what I've been trying to say since I got here."

  "Butthead."

  "Am n… okay, maybe I am." Drake gave him a wink.

  Slayde found himself laughing. Honestly laughing. Drake stared at him, until he was done laughing, and then quickly got busy opening and closing cupboards.

  "What are you looking for?"

  "Uh…" Drake mumbled something he didn't catch.

  "What?" He came closer, almost touching.

  "It's nothing."

  "Okay…"

  Drake was fascinating. Really. Drake's cheeks had to be burning, the color they were.

  "Are you all right?" His hand landed on the small of Drake's back.

  It might have been his imagination, but he thought Drake pushed back into his touch. "'m fine."

  "Okay. Okay." Oh, damn. Drake was fine.

  Drake turned toward him, looking at him. "Yeah. Okay." The man leaned toward him.

  "God, I want you." The words slipped out of him, totally surprising him.

  The corner of Drake's mouth turned up in to a smile, and their lips met. The kiss was soft, chaste, because damn it, he was at work, but damn, it was good.

  Drake groaned and leaned their foreheads together. "Eight-thirty."

  "Eight… eight-thirty?"

  "When the kids go to bed."

  "Oh. Yeah." Oh, damn. "Pizza? Dancing?" Was he doing this?

  "There'll be a lot more than just dancing and eating, I hope."

  "I hope so." What did this mean?

  Drake smiled for him, pressed their lips together again. "Good."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Uncle Slayde, can we color?"

  They jerked apart before Christian came barreling in.

  God, he needed to call Joey, so badly.

  "Yeah, coloring sounds like a good idea. How about cards for your mommy?" Drake gave him a lingering look.

  "Yay! Can there be glue and glitter?"

  Slayde groaned. Glitter.

  "Uh… Uncle Slayde? Glitter?" Drake looked at him.

  "Maybe next time. Let's use smelly markers."

  "Smelly markers?" Drake made a face. "Smelly?"

  "Uh-huh." Christian nodded, beaming. "Purple is grape. Red is cherry. Green is…uh…"

  "Mint."

  "Oh, thank God." Drake laughed. Fuck, the man was sexy.

  "Uh-huh. Come on. Get your sisters."

  "Eight-thirty," Drake reminded him as he got out the paper and markers.

  "Eight-thirty." He looked at the clock. Only eleven hours to go.

  ***

  This day was the longest day in the history of days. Drake didn't think it was ever going to be eight-thirty. Like never. Jenny hadn't wanted to sleep. Maggie had fallen and "bunked" her head. Christian wanted water. God.

  He just wanted pizza and beer and dancing. Okay, that wasn't true. He wanted Slayde. He wanted that lean body against his, and that mouth. Fuck, that mouth, those kisses. His prick started to come to life and he had to think about dead bodies again.

  "Uncle Slayde!" He heard footsteps, heard Slayde's voice. Someone was getting testy.

  At this rate their pizza was not only going to arrive, but be cold before the kids were asleep. The doorbell rang and he paid for the pizza, took it to the kitchen. The weather was too hot to eat outside. Maybe they could wait and do the dancing in Slayde's room. It had a lock and he didn't want to be interrupted.

  Slayde came down, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Tell me that was pizza."

  "Uh-huh. Pizza and beer." He nodded to the table. "It's too fucking hot to eat outside." He liked being able to swear when the kids weren't around.

  "It's brutal out there."

  "It is." He stood up, moving into Slayde's space, hands sliding around the man's waist. "So… the kids are asleep?"

  "They're in bed, and I may beat them if they get up again."

  He chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. He needed this a hell of a lot more than he needed pizza. Slayde pushed up and met his kiss, mouth hungry, needy. Groaning into Slayde's mouth, he tightened his hold on Slayde's waist. Fuck, the man felt amazing against him, unafraid and solid and needy. He tugged, pulling them together. He could feel Slayde's hardness against his own.

  "You taste good." Slayde groaned, then that tongue started fucking his lips. He sucked on it, pulling hard.

  This was good, this he understood. Slayde's cock rubbed against his thigh, the man hard as a rock.

  "Want you." They could go up to Slayde's room, lock the door. Eat pizza later.

  "You're not hungry?"

  "Pizza's not going anywhere." Though they could bring it up with them. Eat in bed.

  "Let's take it upstairs. We'll eat naked."

  "Perv," Drake accused, even though he'd been thinking basically the same thing.

  "Uh-huh." Slayde winked, the look wicked.

  Drake chuckled and grabbed the pizza.

  Slayde grabbed the beer. "Did you check the doors?"

  "Baby, I'm a cop, of course I checked the doors."

  "Right." He got a smile that was blisteringly hot.

  He kissed Slayde again and it was awkward and one handed, halfway up the stairs and he didn't care; he needed that kiss like he needed another breath.

  "Hungry. Don't wake them up. I need."

  "Then shut up." He grabbed Slayde's free hand and dragged the man up the rest of the stairs and down the hall.

  Thank God no one woke up, no one called out for one of them.

  They got to Slayde's room and he closed the door, locked it, threw the pizza at the table piled with crap. Slayde launched himself at him, lips landing on his. Drake used the momentum to get them to the mattress and they went down together.

  "Fuck, I've been wanting this all fucking day." Oh, listen to Mr. Perfect, cursing at him.

  Grinning, he tore at Slayde's clothing, looking for skin. He knew some of the man's hot spots now, knew that he'd find blond curls over the long, needy cock. He got Slayde's T-shirt off, then the shorts down, pushing them with his feet as their mouths kept each other's tongues occupied. Slayde fed him this happy little noise that he was taking as praise.<
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  He got a hold of Slayde's ass and rubbed the man against him, too fucking impatient to worry about his own clothes. Slayde was burning, swollen, cock leaving wet kisses against him. Groaning, he slid one hand around to wrap it around that sweet heat, holding Slayde's cock tight. Slayde humped up, driving into his hand.

  "Sexy fucker." Drake wanted Slayde. Like all the time. It was like once he'd had a taste, he couldn't get enough.

  Slayde grinned, then grabbed his shirt, tugged. "Skin."

  "Uh-huh." He didn't let go of Slayde's prick, though.

  "Your fingers… God, Drake. I'm going out of my mind."

  Fuck, Slayde make him feel like a stud, that was for sure. He pressed the fingers of one hand into Slayde's ass, the fingers of his other hand slid over the hot, hard flesh, played it.

  "Gonna make me shoot like a kid."

  "Go for it, baby." He moved his hand faster, fingers tightening.

  "Baby." Slayde arched, come pouring over his fingers.

  He kept stroking, watching the shudders move through Slayde's body, over Slayde's face. Jesus, look at that. Drake's entire body went tight. He moaned hand still working, though he'd loosened his hold a little.

  Slayde kept moving, restless motions becoming slower. With Slayde coming down, Drake's own need came rushing back at him, and he groaned.

  "What can I give you?"

  He said the first thing that popped in to his head. "Want your mouth."

  Slayde gave him a naughty grin. "Hell, yes."

  He undid his pants, fingers almost trembling with eagerness as he pulled his zipper down.

  "You going to bring it up here? Take my mouth?"

  Fuck. Really? Slayde would let him do that? "Fuck, yes."

  "It'll be hot as hell." Slayde leaned back, stretched long on the bed.

  "Yes." He couldn't make anything other than single syllables come out and pushed his pants down, off, and started climbing up the bed. God, was this real? Was this happening?

  Moaning, he climbed Slayde's body, feeling the warm skin against his balls, his ass, his inner thighs. Slayde's hands wrapped around his hips, encouraging him to move up. He watched as his knees pushed into Slayde's pits, his prick bouncing against Slayde's lips.

  Slayde opened up for him, tongue sliding over the slit of his cock. He shuddered, sensation going through him. His hands found purchase on the headboard, fingers curling around the top. All he had to do was rock lightly forward and his prick pushed at Slayde's lips. Those sweet, hungry lips wrapped around him, tongue sliding on his skin as he was pulled in.

  "Fuck…." He had to work to keep his eyes open, but keep them open he did. He didn't want to miss a moment of watching his prick slide in and out of Slayde's mouth.

  Every inch of his cock disappeared into the hungry lips, the tip of his cock pushed into the man's throat. Moaning, he rocked back, then pushed in again. Fuck. He could feel the pleasure settling in his belly.

  He pushed in a third time, Slayde swallowing around him. Shit, he was about to go off like a fucking rocket. Unable to stop, he pumped in rapidly, coming after only the third or fourth quick thrust. God, he felt like a teenager, like a total… Oh, fuck, Slayde was still sucking, still pulling at him. He wasn't going down and it make him moan out loud, shuddering hard.

  Drake couldn't fucking believe this. This man was still sucking, working him like he was a Popsicle or something. "Keeping me hard." Another shudder of pleasure moved through him.

  Slayde's answer was a grin, that suction slow.

  "You want me to fuck you again?" His prick jerked inside Slayde's mouth.

  He felt Slayde's nod all around his cock.

  "Fuck yes!" He couldn't wait to be buried inside that tight ass again.

  Slayde moaned, tongue slapping and working him. He started moving his hips again, fucking that amazing mouth. His eyelids got heavy, and he watched Slayde's lips around his lips.

  "I could come again just from this."

  His cock popped free from Slayde's hungry lips. "Then you couldn't fuck me." Slayde sucked him right back in.

  "Fuck!" He moved faster, harder, really fucking Slayde's mouth again. Slayde took him, over and over, driving into him. He shook his head. "Stop. You have to stop."

  Slayde pulled back, lips swollen and red. "Huh?"

  "I'm going to come if you don't." He crawled off the bed and circled the room, breathing hard.

  "You okay?" Slayde's eyes followed him, one hand working that sweet cock.

  "Trying not to come so I can do you."

  "We've got time."

  "I appreciate you thinking I can get it up again after coming twice."

  "I'm optimistic, hmm?" Slayde was working Drake's cock, base to top, nice and slow.

  He groaned, moving back to the bed. "Stuff?"

  "Uh-huh. Box." The locked box was pointed out.

  "Fucking open it!"

  "Don't snap. The key is in the top drawer."

  "Don't snap…" Jesus Christ. When he got damn box open, he was going to make Slayde as crazy with need as he was. He unlocked the box with trembling fingers, finding lube, rubbers, a long, fat dildo.

  "I can do you better than this," he told Slayde, looking back with a grin. He was truly going to make Slayde fucking want him.

  "You can. I have to get myself off somehow."

  "I'll get you off, baby." He climbed back onto the bed, eyes on Slayde's hard prick.

  "Promise?"

  "You fucking know it."

  Slayde pushed his cock up, the wet tip shining. Bending, Drake took it in his mouth, tasting the tip.

  "Oh, sweet fuck."

  Slayde tasted slightly salty and all male. He tasted good. Drake's fingers slid down, and he palmed Slayde's balls. He managed to get the slick open as he tickled the soft skin behind the sensitive orbs. Those lean legs spread, letting him in.

  Groaning, he slicked up his fingers and pushed one into Slayde's hole. It made Slayde's prick leak, and he lapped the hot drops up with his tongue.

  "Oh, damn." One of Slayde's legs drew up, exposing more.

  He sucked hard on Slayde's head, pushing a second finger in with the first. He felt Slayde's desire, all around his fingers. "Gonna make you come so hard."

  "Jesus, you're so hot. There's no way you didn't know you were gay. No way."

  He frowned up at Slayde. First of all -- why were they talking? Second of all -- didn't know he was gay? What the hell was Slayde talking about?

  "What?"

  "I thought you were straight. There's no way. No fucking way."

  He snorted. "I'm not an idiot -- I know I'm not straight. I've known I wasn't straight since I was eight years old. Even drunk, I wouldn't have come on to you if I was straight." Okay, so he'd been in the closet, but he'd never once given Slayde reason to believe he was straight.

  "Oh, good. That makes things so much easier." Slayde pushed up, lips crashing on his.

  His first thought was "what?" again, but thinking was highly overrated and he just went with the kissing. Not only that, but Slayde was taking no prisoners, tongue fucking his lips. He sucked on it, slicking up his fingers. Shit, this man was starving. Starving for sex. How could the Perfect Nanny be… this totally sexual man?

  Moaning, he pressed a finger inside Slayde's tight heat, loving the way Slayde's body pulled him right in.

  "More. More, please."

  He slid two more fingers in, stretching Slayde's body to take his cock.

  "Yes…" Slayde's face was slack, the needy man riding his touch.

  He pushed them in deep. He felt that tiny ring of muscles jerk, squeeze, grip his fingers.

  "Can't wait." He needed inside.

  "Don't. Ready." Slayde met his eyes. "Been thinking about this all day."

  "Fuck." He tugged his fingers out and grabbed a condom, needing two tries to get it on.

  Slayde bucked, looking for all the world like he was fucking the air.

  "It's more fun if you wait for me." He finally got the con
dom on and slicked it down.

  "God, yes. You fill me up."

  Drake grinned. He did.

  He settled between Slayde's legs, pressed his prick to that little hole. The man's body opened to him, letting his cockhead pop in. Moaning, he pushed in farther.

  "Yes." Slayde's face was slack, focus on that tiny hole.

  He found a good rhythm, driving hard and even into Slayde. Thank God he'd come already, so he could settle in, find a good, steady song to focus on in his head. He latched on to it and focused on driving Slayde crazy. Drake needed to do more crunches, if he was going to keep this up.

  He grabbed hold of Slayde's prick, encouraging Slayde's pleasure. Slayde nodded, moving faster, pushing down on his cock.

  "Want you to come on my cock, baby. Need to feel that." Drake moved faster, pushed in harder.

  "God, the things you fucking say."

  "Fuck off and come." He slammed in hard.

  Slayde's eyes went wide and the lean body jerked, spunk spreading over his fingers. Moaning, Drake pumped in a few more times, searching his own orgasm. The muscles around his prick tightened, Slayde squeezing him.

  "Yes!" He shouted out, slamming into Slayde and coming hard.

  Slayde covered his mouth, kissing him through his pleasure. He shuddered and collapsed against Slayde, panting.

  "Yum." Slayde looked…wicked. Naughty. Like a wet dream.

  He pulled out and got rid of the condom, rolling over next to the man. "That was…fuck."

  "Uh-huh."

  This was the hard part. Not that he didn't like it, he did. But he'd never done this before Slayde.

  "Stay and have pizza and beer?" Slayde made it easier.

  "Uh-huh. I got the…" He turned and gave Slayde a grin. "Meatlovers."

  Slayde snorted, then they both started laughing, hard and long, the sound bouncing between them. He leaned in and kissed that laughing mouth. He ended with a man in his arms, close, warm. Damn.

  His prick came rushing back to life, pushing against Slayde's belly. There was no way he could go again, but God, it felt good, to know Slayde wanted it. He could get lost in these kisses, lost in how good it felt tasting and rubbing and just plain being near.

  "You're a master cuddler."

  "Yeah? Really?" How could he be? He'd never done it before.

  "Mmmhmm." Slayde kissed his collarbone, the caress feather light.