Page 42 of A Little Christmas! 4: Song
“What kind of help would you like Papa to give you?” Cooper growled. “Do you want Papa to stroke you until you come, or would you like Papa to yank you out of that tub and fuck you while you make out with Song?”
Zachy gasped, head tipped back as his hands slid towards his crotch. “Yes, please.”
Cooper didn’t need clarification; he swatted Zachy’s hands away from his cock before scooping him up, water dripping all over the towels Gage had lined the floor with. They’d need fresh ones tomorrow. Zachy reached for Song the moment Cooper turned him around, and even exhausted, they groped each other’s hair and caressed each other’s faces until their lips brushed, and hunger took over.
Gage was in the perfect position to watch Cooper coat Zachy’s hole with lube before slicking himself up. Song only half swallowed the sounds Zachy made as Cooper slid home, his fingers tugging Song’s hair, frantically seeking something to ground him as Cooper set a hard pace, fucking Zachy as their boy moaned into Song’s mouth. Dragging a fingertip down the center of Zachy’s body through the soap that still clung to his shoulder and neck, Gage made him shiver and clench around Cooper, who gripped his hips tighter, hammering into Zachy, who clenched again when Gage palmed his ass cheek and gave it a squeeze.
“Go ahead and come for Papa unless you want Daddy to take a turn,” Gage warned him, barely getting the word “come” out of his mouth before Zachy started whimpering and clinging to Song, who kissed him through his orgasm and held him when Zachy went limp against him. He was so blissed out and pliant that Song was forced to support his full weight to keep Zachy’s head from being in the water.
Sliding an arm between them, Gage hauled Zachy up enough so that Song would be able to move.
“Go ahead and get out,” Gage told Song as he brushed a kiss along Zachy’s neck just to see if there was any reaction.
The barest sigh was all he got.
Zachy was dead weight when Gage lifted him so he could place him in the tub once Song had stepped out. It was going to be a challenge, getting everyone dry, if the hand towel Song attempted to dry himself with was any indication. As soon as Gage got Zachy settled into the tub, he set about finishing the bath Cooper had been giving him, while the other man leaned against the shower stall collecting himself.
“You might as well get in and get cleaned up,” Gage told him as he cleaned the cum and lube from Zachy’s body. “I’ll get mine once the boys are tucked into bed.”
“Yeah, okay, I can manage that,” Copper muttered, though Gage had his doubts when Copper tried and failed to leverage himself up off the floor.
Song wound up helping him, the pair staggering together, forced to cling to one another to keep from falling over as they slammed against the sink. Yeah, it was time to get asses vertical before being horizontal proved hazardous to someone’s health.
“Song, finish drying off and get your tail into bed,” Gage directed. “Cooper, hit the shower before I wind up tripping over you when I try to carry Zachy to bed. He’s pretty much out as it is.”
“We should order room service in the morning and feed them in bed,” Cooper replied, reluctantly letting his hands slide off Song’s body, but only long enough to find the towel Song had dropped so he could finish drying him.
Once he was in the shower and Song was out of the room, it was easier for Gage to lift Zachy out and lay him on the towels, since he was in no condition to help. With one dry hand towel left, Gage painstakingly rubbed the water from his skin and hair until he started shivering and trying to burrow into the damp blankets beneath him. It wasn’t ideal, but it was as dry as Gage could get him, so he carried him to bed, where Song lay sprawled against the sheets near the middle of the bed, one of the end table lamps providing the only light in the room.
He shoved the crumpled covers aside so Gage could lay Zachy beside him, then quickly covered Zachy back up.
Bending, Gage brushed a gentle kiss over Song’s lips. “Thank you, sweet boy.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, my sassy Song,” Gage murmured before kissing him again. “Now close your eyes and cuddle with Zachy. Papa and I will join you guys soon.”
“‘Night, Daddy,” Song murmured, already curling so the top of his head rested on the pillow beside Zachy’s.
“Goodnight, boys,” Gage said, straightening the twisted comforter out some so it would at least cover all of them once he and Cooper crawled in on either side of them.
Since Cooper was still in the shower when Gage returned to the bathroom, he just climbed in with him, the steam waking him up as he searched for a washcloth. Instead, he felt the one Cooper was using slide up his back and pressed his hands to the wall, giving Cooper free access to run the soapy rag along his side before sweeping his hair aside and running it over his shoulders.
What should have been a short shower turned into a slow, relaxing wind-down session, as Cooper trailed kisses up his neck and down his spine in between washing him. When he finally turned Gage around, he was in the mood to do a bit of pampering of his own, so he snagged the cloth from Cooper’s fingers and palmed his cock with it, cleaning him slowly as they exchanged kisses.
One of the best things about hotels was hot water that never ran out. Beneath the steam, they made out slowly, sucking the water from each other’s skin, wet hair plastered to their faces. Cooper’s was finally getting long enough that Gage could comb his fingers through it. They probably washed each other twice before they turned the water off and shambled out of the stall on rubbery legs, after somehow managing to make each other come one more time.
They weren’t the driest when they reached the bed, but nothing in that bathroom would be dry until housekeeping arrived in the morning.
“We should plan a trip every year,” Cooper murmured as he glided his hands over the sleeping mound of blankets and exhausted boys, seeking Gage’s in the darkness once the lamp had been turned out.
Gage caught his hand and laced their fingers together over the gentle rise and fall of their sleeping boy’s breaths.
“Just whisk them off somewhere fun for a magical week of sightseeing, sex, and stuffing ourselves with amazing food,” Cooper murmured, his voice a mix of contentment laced with drowsiness.
“Consider it done,” Gage replied. “I’ll start putting together a list of places that interest them, and we’ll get it all booked. It will be a fun tradition to start and give us a break from the city.”
“Norway,” Zachy muttered. “And Australia.”