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Our skin tones contrast where our bodies meet, too. His olive skin, which looks beautiful and natural, like he belongs in the sun, against my lighter shade which is still getting used to the Arizona UV index.

"Perfect is a bit of a stretch," Gabe says with a small shake of his head. But he doesn't give me time to refute that comment. All thoughts are lost when he scoots down the bed and takes my cock in his mouth. I'm not that big, quite average, actually, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Gabe swallows around me, pressing his nose into the curls at the base in one swoop. My stomach muscles clench in both surprise and bliss. He hollows his cheeks and sucks as he pulls back, and my mind goes into overdrive.

It feels amazing. I lose myself in it, enjoying every bob of his head, swept away by the warmth and suction.

There is an audible pop when Gabe pulls off my cock. I smother a whine of complaint as he grins up at me, eyes raking over my body as well. "Lift your legs for me, baby."

Hooking my hands behind my knees, I bring them to my chest. My eyes close on instinct when Gabe's tongue flicks over my hole. "Your ass is amazing, Justin." He says the words, each one punctuated with a teasing touch of his tongue.

"I love that you love my ass," I reply with my eyes still closed.

I tighten my grip on my knees to stave off coming too soon.

His hands spread my cheeks, and I bite my bottom lip when his tongue presses into me.

It's a sensation I went years without, but I crave it now with Gabe.

It's addictive. My breath hitches when he adds a finger beside his tongue .

The room fills with my moans and sounds of Gabe prepping me at his own speed. It's toeing a line of too much and not enough, which doesn't make sense, but it's the only way I can describe it.

Gabe coaches me through it all, moving my legs to wrap around his waist while he pushes three fingers into my hole. He praises me and that deep, bedroom voice allows me to fully relax as he pushes his digits into me.

I'm not even sure where the lube came from, but I don't question it.

"You're doing so good, baby, opening up for me. You're almost ready to take Daddy's cock, aren't you?"

"So ready," I answer. Looking into his eyes, I know we're both feeling the same way. Kind of sweaty, bodies aching to be connected as close as possible. A feeling I’m not ready to put a name to wells up in my chest, forcing me to swallow before I let the words slip.

"Please, Daddy. I want you to ruin me for anyone else. "

"No one else touches what's mine, Justin." His words are sharp and his tone is beyond serious when he leans over my body and looks directly at me. "I don't share my Boys."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Daddy." I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. Our height difference has his cock teasing my ass while my erection is pressed firmly against his stomach.

Gabe pulls back once more, settling on his knees.

In a move that fucks with my brain and makes a bead of precum pool at the head of my cock, Gabe reaches up and ties his hair back in one, smooth movement.

The corner of Gabe's lips quirk up when he notices my cock.

"Was that sexy for you? I could do it in slow motion, if you want. "

"Shut up," I laugh. He reaches down and pinches one of my nipples. Recoiling, I swat his hand away. That only starts a squabble between us and, within seconds, I'm happily trapped on my stomach between my Daddy's body and the mattress.

It’s exactly where I want to be.

I lift my ass and spread my legs, waiting.

There are no words spoken, but I hear the rustling of the foil packet and then feel Gabe fix himself behind me.

"Push out, baby. I'm going to go slow and let you get used to it.

" I brace myself for the pressure I know is coming.

He's true to his word when he says he'll go slow.

I grip the cover on the pillow below me and breathe through it.

It doesn't take long for the initial pain to fade, replaced by growing pleasure.

"You're doing so good, Justin. Halfway there. "

" Halfway ?!" I turn my head, trying to glare at him over my shoulder. I'm barely successful, but the sudden movement has me pushing back against him and I wince when more of him slips in. "Fuck. Ouch."

"Sorry, sweetheart," Gabe soothes. His hands grip around my hips and hold me still. I couldn't move if I wanted to. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good. Just wasn't expecting that. That was on me, though."

"Do you need a second?" His voice is full of concern. I shake my head.

"I'm good now." I adjust myself just slightly and rest on my forearms. I can feel sweat forming on my forehead and chest already.

Gabe adjusts himself as well and pushes forward until his hips are flush against my ass. I drop my head to the pillow and close my eyes, relishing in the feeling. Everything is perfect. Gabe is perfect .

I took a huge chance moving across the country and starting a new career. I never imagined I would meet someone who would fill a piece of me that's been missing for a long time.

And filling me he is, in more ways than one.

Each thrust sends a new wave of emotion, lust, and pleasure through my body. The sound of skin on skin and Gabe's grunts with each flex of his hips is music to my ears. I move one hand to wrap around my own dick.

"Are you going to come for Daddy? Let me see how much of a mess my Boy can make."

I try to respond, but Gabe pushes into me again and my words come out as a moan. I can feel my orgasm building and I quicken my strokes, timing the movements with pushing my hips back to meet Gabe for each thrust. "Oh, oh, Justin. Fuck. You feel so good, baby."

"I'm—" My words cut off with a choked gasp and I almost lose my balance. I squeeze my ass around Gabe's cock over and over and he adds some hidden strength to his thrusts. "Fuck, yes. Like that. Please, harder, Daddy. Fuck me until I come."

I swear I hear Gabe growl before I'm being pushed into the mattress with Gabe's hands on my back, holding himself up as he rails my ass.

"Oh, fuck yes!" I scream into the pillow, but it's muffled. My cock rubs against the blanket below me, leaving a puddle of precum as Gabe gives me his all. My body is totally pliant with whatever he wants right now.

When my orgasm hits, it's quick and powerful. I lift my head and let out a mangled sound of pleasure. Not quite a moan, kind of a scream. My cock pulses, fighting to release every drop as Gabe quickens his thrusts until he stills and I know he's come .

We are sweaty and my stomach is smeared with cum, but I don't care.

Gabe is pulling out when I fully come back to reality. He helps me roll onto my back, avoiding the wet spot, and I smile up at him.

"Like I said" —I take a deep breath and reach out for his hand— " perfect ."

***

As much as I wish I could wake up next to Gabe and lounge around in the morning enjoying each other’s company, Gabe has to leave for the away game and Owen will be home by nine.

I lay in the bed, curled up and content, and watch Gabe dress.

He gives me a soft morning kiss before making sure my alarm is set for eight and my phone is on the charger.

Once we cleaned up last night and changed the blanket, I called Owen to say goodnight. It was late, but I know he has fun with his cousins on the weekends, so I didn’t push it. He told me briefly about his day and then asked if Gabe was still at the house.

Owen was a bit more animated talking to Gabe. I tried not to feel hurt about that.

He bends down and brushes his lips over my cheek. “I’ll call you after the game, okay?”

“I miss you already,” I mumble and give him another kiss. “Have a good game and a safe flight.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow.”

As he walks out of the room, I tuck myself against the pillow he used last night. Breathing deeply, I fall asleep again to thoughts of what we did. When my alarm goes off again, I feel more awake .

I do my business in the bathroom before moving to the kitchen and grabbing the overnight oats that Gabe made last night while I was coloring.

The one he’d made for himself is still in the fridge.

I frown at that. He was supposed to take it with him this morning, but I assume the team will eat on the trip to the game.

It’s in the next state over, only a handful of hours. He’ll be back tomorrow morning.

I’m sitting on the couch, scrolling through the channels, when I hear Karen’s car pull up outside. I meet them at the front door and give Owen a hug before letting him pass by and go into his room. Karen stands a few steps away.

“How was he for you?”

“Good, as always. I think he’ll be tired today. He didn’t sleep much last night.”

“We’ll probably have a chill day inside then,” I say. “Thank you for letting him hang out on the weekends. We haven’t quite figured out a schedule with the other parents for playdates, so I know seeing his cousins is good for him.”

“Of course,” she replies. “We’re always happy to have him around. I have to run, though. I’m picking him up from school on Monday, right?”

“Um, yeah, I think so. I have to double check my schedule since they’ve started away games now. A few Fridays I’ll be able to pick him up.”

“Just let me know.”

We share a simple nod before I close the door and head across the house.

My stomach twists. Some days, I feel like I’m sharing custody of my son with Lauren’s parents, but in a haphazard kind of way.

Last time, Karen called at the last minute to say they weren’t going to be able to watch him and it caused…

some issues. Not that I let Owen know that.

Gabe stayed at school, deciding to work on a paper, while Owen and I ended up driving around and spent a few hours at the aquarium to beat the heat.

Had I known ahead of time, we could have organized ourselves better.

Speaking of organization, Owen’s bag is at the start of the hallway and I can hear him doing something in his room.

When I peek into his room, his back is to me, but he has a couple of action figures on his bed. He isn’t saying anything, but I see them moving like they’re all having a conversation.

He’s unusually quiet this morning.

“Hey, buddy. Did you have fun yesterday?”

His shoulders move in a silent half-shrug. I step into the room and sit at the foot of his bed. He avoids my eyes. I know my son well enough to know that he’s upset. And I know me well enough that I need to know what happened before I break so many laws forcing answers out of his grandparents.

“Owen, what happened at Grandma and Grandpa’s?”

He flicks his eyes over to me before the first tear slips down his cheek. Suddenly, he’s full on sobbing in my lap. “I don’t wanna go back. They say mean things.”

The twisting sensation in my stomach turns into a pit of dread.

I run my fingers through Owen’s curly red locks and hold him tight.

Shuffling him so he’s on my lap, his tears soak into the shoulder of my shirt.

“Buddy,” I start softly, “I need you to tell me what you mean by that. Tell me everything that happened from the moment I dropped you off yesterday. Who said mean things?”

“They asked me about Gabe and why he’s here with us sometimes. I telled them that Gabe is my friend, but they didn’t believe me. Grandma told Grandpa that Gabe wasn’t a friend.” He wipes his nose with his palm. I cringe at the snot but wipe his hand clean with my own shirt.

“Gabe is most definitely your friend, Owen. Remember how he told you goodnight last night?” Owen nods and I wipe his cheeks once more.

His eyes are big and round, looking right at me.

I take a deep breath, knowing it’s the best time to explain what I’m assuming Karen was talking about.

“I think Grandma was saying that Gabe and Daddy aren’t really friends. ”

“You’re not?”

“We are friends,” I backtrack. “But Daddy likes Gabe.” I scrunch my nose. “ I like Gabe. A lot. We’re even more than friends.” I emphasize the word ‘more’ while poking Owen’s tummy. He lets out a soft giggle so I do it again.

Seeing his smile is the only thing I need right now. It’s different referring to myself as Daddy after a whole day of calling another man by the title, but it’s still what Owen calls me.

“Daddy and Gabe both like each other. We’re dating. Do you know what that means?”

Owen shakes his head in the negative. Of course he doesn’t, because I’ve been single his entire life. It’s always been just me and him. I try to figure out how to explain it.

“Dating someone is like being friends, but you get to share fun things and hold hands and even kiss them.”

Owen’s eyes widen in disbelief. “You kiss Gabe?”

“I do kiss Gabe.” I smile and tickle Owen’s sides. “Lots and lots of times.”

This time, it’s his nose that scrunches. “Does that mean Grandma and Grandpa are dating? I saw them kiss before.”