Benji looked like shit when he got in the car, but he still managed an excited “Beau!” when he saw him behind the wheel. “I didn’t know you were coming, too.”

“How you feeling, buddy?”

“Bad,” he confessed. “I threw up. Twice. Once on Poncho Ben’s shoes.”

“Poncho Ben?”

“Umm hum,” he leaned back, head lolling as Connor brushed the sweaty hair away from his forehead. “The other Ben always wear a poncho.”

“Makes sense.” Beau smiled as Connor touched his palm and then his lips to Benji’s head like he remembered his mom doing.

“I think you got a little fever there, bud. Let’s get you home and in bed, okay? You can snuggle with Mac and Cheese.”

Benji nodded, eyes already closed. Beau was happy to see him clutching a plastic bucket in his lap. Not that it was the end of the world if he vomited in the car, but it would suck.

He was asleep by the time they got home.

“I hope the other kids don’t get sick, too,” Connor said.

Beau held the door open so Connor could carry Benji into the house. “Or us,” he added.

“Oh, lordy. Don’t even say that.”

Connor carried Benji upstairs. Beau scoured the kitchen for some of more food. Some fries and four ounces of frozen meat weren’t going to get him through the day. He was eating a giant turkey sandwich when Connor came back down about ten minutes later.

“He asleep?” He held out Connor’s drink from the car.

“Thanks. Yeah, I cleaned him up. Put on his pajamas. He’ll sleep for a little while.”

“How long, do you think?” Beau asked, reeling him in by the belt loops.

“Not long enough,” Connor said sadly, letting Beau turn him and press him back against the counter. “Kiss me.”

“That’s the plan.” The kiss turned into groping, Connor’s hands clenched on Beau’s ass as they ground against each other like teenagers.

Connor broke the kiss, panting hard. “Fuck that’s good. But we gotta cut it out. If he wakes up and comes downstairs, we’ll never hear him coming. Kid’s like a fucking ninja.”

“Trailer?” Beau said in between kisses to Connor’s neck. He loved the feel of stubble against his lips

“What if he wakes up and can’t find me?” Connor held Beau tightly against him, hands sliding up under Beau’s shirt.

Soon, Beau was going to lose the ability to speak. He was two seconds away from picking Connor up and carrying him to the nearest bed. Or couch. “Baby monitor. Turn it on. Receiver’s still in the trailer.”

“Good plan. Good. Stay here.” Connor slipped out of Beau’s grasp. “I’ll be right back.” He took the stairs two at a time.

They could barely separate long enough to walk across the yard. Every time they managed to get a few feet closer to the trailer, one of them would grab the other and pull him in for a kiss or a grope. Beau walked Connor backward, hands shoved into Connor’s back pockets, and Connor had a death grip on the front of his shirt. Neither one of them remembered the big tree until Connor’s head smacked hard into one of the branches spreading halfway across the yard.

“Ow. Damn.” Connor rubbed his head and glared at the offending branch.

“Oh, did that mean tree hurt you?” Beau said laughing. “Want me to hold you, you big girl?”

Connor whipped his head back, eyes wide, and then he grinned. “I’ll show you who’s a girl.” He grabbed for Beau’s shoulders and tried to manhandle him against the tree.

Oh, no. That wasn’t how it was going down. Laughing, Beau twisted away, and with a quick grab and yank of Connor’s arms, had the other man’s back pushed up against the broad trunk.

Connor thrust his hard cock against Beau’s.

“Oh, yeah,” Beau moaned. “Definitely not a girl.” He leaned in, pressing their bodies tightly together. “And for the record, I love holding you.” He kissed Connor deeply.

Connor’s hands tightened around Beau’s waist.

Beau pulled away and moved his mouth across Connor’s jaw, loving the feel of stubble against his lips. His kissed the spot below Connor’s ear. “You are amazing. Everything you do fucking turns me on. Even watching you with Benji just now.” he whispered.

Connor whined as Beau bit the cords of his neck.

“The way you take care of them.” He moved back to Connor’s mouth, kissing him and grinding against him. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

Connor groaned, head tilting back against the rough bark. “Please,” he said, voice rough.

“God, I want you so bad.” The little kisses and gropes they’d been able to steal over the last few days had only ratcheted Beau’s desire and frustration to new heights.

Connor pulled Beau in to kiss him again; his tongue delving into Beau’s mouth, and his hands sliding over the curves of Beau’s ass. “God, I love your ass,” he moaned against Beau’s lips. His fingers tightened almost painfully, digging into the rock-hard muscles.

“It’s all yours, but not here. Inside.”

Connor slid his hands up under Beau’s shirt, making him shiver. “We really shouldn’t.” He shifted Beau’s body until they straddled each other’s thighs. His cock was an iron rod against Beau’s leg.

“Please,” Beau begged. He sucked on the soft skin of Connor’s throat, making him moan. “It will be so good.”

“Nightmares,” Connor gasped out. “Benji has, fuck, nightmares. When he, when he cries.” He rode Beau’s leg hard, desperate for it. “Don’t think I can walk like this anyway. Fuck. I’m gonna come from this.”

“Shit.” Beau shoved Connor’s T-shirt up to his armpits, hands roaming restlessly over the soft hair and hard muscles of his skin. Connor let out a gorgeous high-pitched cry when Beau pinched his nipples, his hips thrusting against Beau’s thigh.

God, Beau needed to get this man naked and spread out on a bed. A big bed, somewhere they could lock the door and fuck for days uninterrupted. But all they had was these few stolen minutes beneath the shelter of a hundred-year-old oak tree.

He reached down, desperately tearing at the button of Connor’s jeans. “Let me take care of you. God, please. Let me touch you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Connor panted. “You, too. Need to feel you.”

In seconds, they had their jeans undone and pushed down, hard cocks rubbing against each other. Beau pried Connor’s hand away from his cock. “Let me. Let me.” Breathing heavily, he wrapped his hand around both of them.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck yes.” Connor grabbed Beau’s shoulders and pulled him in, kissing desperately.

Their mouths brushed against each other’s, tongues tangling and teeth catching as they gasped and shuddered as their hot cocks pressed and rubbed together.

Beau thrust hard against Connor, his hand jerking them hard and fast.

“Feels so good, so fucking good.” Beau’s breath caught on a moan as Connor’s nails dug into the meat of his ass. Connor leaned forward with the clipped off whine that was quickly becoming Beau’s favorite sound and bit hard on Beau’s collarbone. “Fuck” he yelled, his cock pulsing in his hand.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Connor begged, thrusting harder against Beau, almost dragging him onto his toes with each punch of his hips.

Beau wouldn’t stop if all four kids suddenly appeared on the lawn. He let go of their cocks for one brief, painful second and held his palm up to Connor’s mouth. “Lick it,” he commanded, voice rough.

Connor groaned and did, his tongue swirling around Beau’s palm and the tip pressing deep into the center. The deep moan erupting from Beau’s chest surprised even him.

Connor chuckled and did it again, spearing the tip of his tongue hard into Beau’s palm, then flicking lightly against it. When he bit the callused swell of flesh, Beau’s cock jumped so hard he almost came. “Fuck! Your fucking mouth.” He shoved two of his fingers into Connor’s mouth.

Connor sucked on them until they were dripping. Beau could come just from that, but he wanted to see Connor come; wanted to make him feel so good that he could forget, if only for a moment, the burdens he bore.

Cursing, he pulled his fingers from the hot wet cavern of Connor’s mouth. Wedging his hand between their bodies, he ran his palm over the head of Connor’s cock.

Connor’s shout echoed in the quiet yard.

They froze, chests heaving, as they waited to see if anyone had heard them. Beau couldn’t stop clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing, dragging them both quietly and inexorably towards release.

Connor wrapped his big hand around the back of Beau’s head, pulling him in, forehead to forehead. “Please,” he whispered. “Please.”

“Anything,” Beau whispered back, hand speeding up, and the back of his knuckles brushing against the rough hair at Connor’s groin. Desperate, he searched blindly for Connor’s mouth. He needed to feel Connor come, need to capture the sound in his lungs.

Connor’s cock pulsed and swelled in Beau’s hand. “Close,” he panted. “So close.” His hand tightened on the back of Beau’s neck. “Need you. God, need you so much.”

Beau came with a yell; the orgasm ripped from the base of his spine. His knees gave out, and only Connor’s tight grip kept him from falling as he shuddered through pulse after pulse.

Connor slammed their lips together and shouted his release into Beau’s mouth.

They held each other through the aftershocks, Connor sliding down the trunk of the tree to land heavily on the wide branch spreading across the ground. He pulled Beau down onto his lap as he fell.

“Jesus Christ,” he said.

Beau laughed weakly and nodded. He shuddered again as the breeze blew across his wet cock. “Fuck. Imagine…imagine if we’d been in a bed.”

Connor groaned and shook with another aftershock. “I’d be dead.”

They held each other, kissing gently as their heartbeats slowed down and their breathing came back to somewhere approaching normal. Beau shivered with cold as the sweat started to dry.

Connor gave him one last kiss. “I’d better go.”

Beau touched his cheek. “You’re going to have to tell them eventually.”

“About us?” Connor asked.

“About someone, someday,” Beau said with a soft smile.

“I will. In my own time.” He patted Beau on the hip. “Get up. My legs are falling asleep.”

“I think mine fell off,” Beau groaned. “I can’t feel them.”

“Want me to carry you to bed for your nap? Tuck you in?”

Beau sighed. “Would you? That sounds awesome. Will you give me a goodnight kiss?”

Connor shoved him. “Get off.”

They used Beau’s flannel shirt to clean up as best they could, grimacing at the cold stickiness. “I’d better go back in.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“What about your nap? Won’t you be too tired for the game tonight?”

“I’ll nap on the couch. You can watch TV and pet my head. I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“That sounds like zero fun,” Connor said. “But better than watching alone. It's a deal.”

That was how Micah found them when she got home from school. Connor sleeping sitting up, the television playing to no one, and Beau asleep with his head on Connor’s leg.

It was the best nap Beau had ever had.