Chapter Fourteen
Daniel went downstairs after the 3:00 a.m. feeding and got to work, his head down, his world slowly coalescing into notes and timing and the sheer emotion of music. He thought he heard the babies crying at one point, but it faded quickly, and he soon lost himself in the music again. It was nearly eight o’clock when he finally resurfaced.
He needed coffee.
Coffee and a snack.
When he got to the kitchen, Tenor was singing “Wheels on the Bus” as he stirred something on the stove, one-arming Kyrie as he fed her a bottle. The other two were in their swings, laughing whenever Tenor sang “’round and ’round” at the top of his lungs.
“Morning.” He grinned at his little family and went to give kisses. Tenor and Kyrie, then Harmony and Mel, who grabbed on to his hair and held on.
Tenor chuckled softly. “She’s got this incredible grip strength that she’s been testing out lately.”
“Is that what we call it?”
“Either that or needing her daddy.” Tenor gave him a quick kiss. “You want any oatmeal? I’ve made enough for everyone, though Matt’s not up yet.”
“Sure. Sounds good.” He lifted Melody up and put her on one shoulder, talking to Harmony as she swung. “How are you, my fine girl?”
She gurgled at him and shoved her fist into her mouth.
“Kyrie is the last one to eat this feeding. They went four hours between feedings—if they keep that up, it means just the one middle-of-the-night feeding, which would rock.” Tenor put the bottle down and shifted Kyrie to his shoulder, burping her gently.
“I’m surprised she let you leave her to last.”
“This is her second go-round,” Tenor admitted. “I fed her the first bottle before the others got theirs.”
“Wow! You’re a hungry girl! My Amazonian!” He smiled as Kyrie burped like a trucker.
“She totally is. I think she’s going to protect her sisters fiercely. She’s also going to be the one to pick on them and bug them too, I bet.” Tenor started dishing up the oatmeal.
“We’ll have to see.” He took her from Tenor and bounced them both.
Tenor put the plates out and added brown sugar and milk to both bowls. Then Tenor sat and looked at him expectantly.
“I… Help me put them in the swings?”
Grinning, Tenor got up and helped him put the girls into their swings, Kyrie’s and Harmony’s eyes closing almost immediately while Melody stayed awake, eyes wide as she took everything in. He figured she had an extra month to make up for.
He and Tenor ate, the oatmeal hearty and delicious. They hardly ever ate prepared foods anymore, Tenor almost always happy to make something.
He ended up leaning against Tenor, his eyelids going heavy. Tenor slipped an arm around him and dropped a kiss on top of his head. “We should move to the living room so we can nap while they do.” Tenor was quite the proponent of napping when the girls did.
“Are we ever going to make love again, do you think?” He let Tenor move him to the sofa.
“I can blow you when Matt gets up if you want.” That didn’t answer his question, though, did it?
“You’re a tease. I want to share with you, make love.”
“I know. Me, too. If we’re willing to risk being interrupted, the plan could still work—have Matt look out for them while they sleep. He can let us know if they wake up and need us.”
“That’s a little odd, isn’t it? Matt, can you please watch the girls while we do the deed?”
“Well, it’s that or wait until they’re consistently sleeping four or five hours through the night.”
“How long does that take?”
“Well they did four hours between the 4:00 a.m. feeding and this morning’s at seven, so hopefully soon. But if we’re unlucky, they won’t all sleep through the night at the same time. There’s no fast and hard rule on this, and every baby is different. We have three at the same time.”
He chuckled softly. “We’ll have to learn to do it quickly.”
“Oh, I could do you up against the wall, right now.” Tenor dropped his voice. “Quick and dirty.”
“Tenor!” He grinned over, suddenly not so asleep anymore.
“What? They’re sleeping. They can’t hear me filthy talking their dad.”
“Thank God. You can keep going.”
“You want me to talk about it or do it?” Tenor asked, and it sounded like an honest question.
“I’m more interesting in doing than talking, if I’m honest.”
“Me too.” Tenor got up and turned on the child monitor, then came over to him and offered him a hand. “The den is empty and we can close the door.”
He took the hand, feeling utterly daring and sort of like a teenager.
“You ready, baby? All hot and bothered about being hot and bothered?”
“God, yes. I feel young again.”
“You say that like you’re ancient.” Tenor closed the door quietly, then backed him up against it.
“Do I?” He held on, cock aching.
“Uh-huh. And I’ll always be older than you, so you need to be careful that you don’t do that.” Tenor moved in closer until Daniel was caught between the door and Tenor. “Because an old man can’t do the things I’m going to do with you.”
He shivered, this delicious need fascinating him all the way to the bone.
Tenor brought their mouths together, taking a kiss and biting at his lower lip. “Up against the wall, like I promised.”
“Hard and fast. You promised that too.”
“I do believe the words I used were quick and dirty.” Tenor waggled his eyebrows. “I’m gonna turn you around now and yank down your pants so I can give it to you like you want it.”
“Are you?” He unfastened his fly, just to save time.
“Uh-huh.” Tenor leaned in and whispered into his ear. “Get mine, too.”
He reached down, tugging Tenor’s waistband open. He could feel Tenor’s erection pushing at the material of his underwear, clearly eager to get to him.
“Look at that. Pretty pretty.”
“All for you.” Tenor pushed his jeans down. “Believe it or not, I even have baby oil, so turn around, I’m gonna do you.”
“You’re like a porny boy scout, love.” He turned around, both nervous and eager.
Tenor laughed for him, pressing against him so he could feel the movements of that sound all over his body. “It’s a long story and not important. Only that I have the lube is.”
“Uh-huh.” He pushed his ass back, wiggling it a bit.
Tenor ran around his finger along Daniel’s crack and then along again slick this time wet and slippery.
“Oh God.” He rested his forehead on his arms.
“Gonna slick you up so I slide in nice and easy.” Tenor pushed his finger in, fucking Daniel with it. It wasn’t nearly enough, but that was okay because Tenor pushed in another finger almost immediately.
He gasped, nodding. “Please. Yes, please. That’s good.”
“Uh-huh.” Tenor pushed his fingers in a couple of times before adding a third and spreading them apart—stretching him.
He went up on tiptoe, rocking into the pressure.
“Not gonna take very much time here. Just a quick lube up.” Tenor hit his gland with all three fingertips.
Worked for him. He gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. Tenor worked his gland for a few moments more, then they disappeared, leaving him empty. “Tenor. Tenor, hurry. I need. I need you.”
“Just getting slick.” Then just like that, the thick heat of Tenor’s cock was pushing at his hole, opening him up. He pushed back, taking Tenor in with a deep, wild cry.
“Fuck yes!” Tenor sawed back and forth, thrusting into him over and over. Filling him in the way he’d been craving for days. Weeks. His toes curled, his balls drew up, and he moaned.
“Quick and dirty,” Tenor whispered, as he reached around and grabbed Daniel’s cock.
He’d never had it so good, so hot.
Tenor’s breath panted loudly in his ear and wafted along the skin of his neck. All the while, the man slammed into him, over and over.
It was glorious.
Tenor squeezed Daniel’s cock, roughly dragging his hand along it. Daniel bit his arm, muffling his cry. Tenor fucked him harder, pressing him up against the wall and working his cock in time. His world spun, began to sparkle around the edges.
“Come for me, Daniel. Quick and dirty, so right now.” The words sent him over the edge, and he cried out, shooting hard. Groaning, Tenor jerked a few times, then filled him with heat and came to rest against him.
“Oh.” Daniel sighed softly, his body shaking.
Tenor let go of his cock and rubbed his belly with one hand, his arm with the other. “Easy, love.”
“Easy. God, you… That was amazing.”
He felt Tenor’s smile against the skin of his neck. “It was, wasn’t it? And we weren’t interrupted by crying.”
“You make me happy, lover.” He couldn’t stop smiling.
“Me too. But with you making me happy, I mean.”
“Excellent. Seriously. I… Would it be weird to take a nap?”
“Nap when the kids do, remember? Especially if you have a hot lover to do it with.”
“Yes. I’d love that. Please.” He was tired and sated and so happy.
“Sack out on the couch in the living room with the girls?” Tenor asked.
“Works. Yes.” He was almost sleeping on his feet.
Tenor got his jeans back up for him and put an arm around his waist, leading him back into the other room and laying him down on the couch. “Look at you.”
“You like?”
“You know I do.” Tenor joined him, lying with him and nuzzling him. Then Tenor kissed his nose. “I like what I see, you make me happy, and I love you.”
“I’m a very lucky man.”
Tenor laughed and kissed him. “You are. So am I. If you’re going to get any napping in, though, you’d better do it soon, before the girls decide we’ve had enough alone time.”
A nap would be the cherry on top of this morning. Especially as it was in Tenor’s arms.