Page 9 of H & G Restorations

Chapter

Eight

E nvelopes sat on the table two days later when they arrived from the job site.

Today, Hans and Gretel had alternated intensive jobs with less demanding ones to avoid being totally wiped out like usual.

Hans stared at the white paper with his name on it and swallowed hard.

He didn’t expect any bad news from the testing but still it was ominous.

“Who goes first?” he asked. He knew that his results and Gretel’s should be the exact same. He hadn’t been with anyone since finding Gretel. There was no way she’d cheated on him, either. They were always together.

“I will go first. I have been tested recently and expect no problems. It’s important that you know I want to protect you from everything I can,” Magnus told them as he waved everyone into chairs.

Once seated, he carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the paper. Without delaying, Magnus smoothed the wrinkles from the sheet and turned it so they could read it with him. Hans looked at the result column. Negative, negative, negative… next to each test, that same word repeated.

Without speaking, Hans picked his up as well and tore it open. He peeked at the results and relaxed. He didn’t expect anything bad to show up on his, but it was a relief to see it in black and white. Hans placed his results next to Magnus’s.

“Open mine for me, Hans,” Gretel requested in a tight voice that clued Hans in that she was stressed.

Magnus leaned over and picked Gretel up from her chair and held her in his lap, rocking her slightly.

Hans tried to ignore the jealousy that flared inside him at the sight of them together.

He tried to concentrate on how happy he was to see Gretel having time with their Daddy, but it was hard. He wanted the special attention.

“Thank you for opening it, sweet boy,” Magnus said.

Shrugging away his thoughts, Hans tore open the envelope and found the sheet totally blank. There were no results on it. He turned around the paper and searched both their faces. “There’s nothing here.”

“What? There has to be results. I went. How else could they have my name?” Gretel protested.

“There were two envelopes with your name on it. I figured they were a duplicate and threw the other in the trash,” Magnus shared.

Immediately, Gretel jumped to her feet and dashed to the trashcan. Finding a bunch of junk mail on the top, she snatched the duplicate envelope up and ripped it open, inadvertently tearing it in half. “Crap!”

“Bring it here, little girl,” Magnus said, trying to hide his smile as Gretel pulled the two sides from the packaging and tried to match them in the air.

“There are words on here. Negative… negative… it’s all negative,” she crowed, dancing around.

“You goof,” Hans stated, laughing, as he stood up to loop his arms around Gretel’s waist. He whirled her in a circle as she giggled.

When he’d set her back on her feet, Hans planted a kiss on her lips before she asked, “Why do we get all weirded out about these tests? We knew what they were going to say.”

“It’s important. Now we know beyond a shadow of a doubt that everyone is healthy and able to commit fully to a relationship,” Hans told her and felt Magnus’s large hand as the dynamic man stroked his back.

“That’s it exactly. Now, how should we celebrate? Do you have enough energy to go to your favorite restaurant?” Magnus asked.

“We’ll have to clean up first,” Gretel said quickly.

Hans laughed as she tore off her shirt and ran for the shower.

Yipping with delight, he followed her, undressing as he dashed down the hall.

By the time he got to the bathroom, Gretel had stepped out of her jeans and panties.

Her bra already lay abandoned on the floor.

He devoured the sexy picture she made as Gretel leaned in to turn on the water.

Clenching his teeth, Hans struggled to resist her allure.

“Maybe I should wait and take a shower after you,” Hans suggested, pausing as his fingers latched inside the waistband of his pants.

“Get naked, little boy. We’re not in any hurry. Dinner can wait if you can,” Magnus suggested as he tugged his shirt off.

“You’re showering with us?” Hans asked.

“Forever and ever,” Magnus promised, stalking forward to force Hans backward toward the wall. He caged Hans against the hard surface and encircled his neck with one large hand, pressing him firmly against the cool wall paint. “You’re mine now, little boy.”

“Yours,” Hans gasped and reached forward to draw Magnus toward him. His handsome Daddy moved forward quickly to capture Hans’s lips and kiss him deeply. A quick gasp of breath made them both look to the side to see Gretel peeking around the shower wall.

“Don’t mind me all wet and naked in here. You two just have fun out there,” she teased.

Magnus looked at Hans and exchanged an undeniable message back and forth. As one, they separated and turned to stalk toward her, stepping out of their clothing as they moved.

“Eep!” Gretel squeaked and ducked back into the shower.

The two men bracketed her between them. Three pairs of hands touched and tempted each other as they exchanged kisses and caresses.

Hans enjoyed watching everything. The sight of Magnus wet and fully aroused, pushed his excitement even higher.

Add in their Daddy sharing his attention evenly between he and Gretel and Hans struggled for control.

As if understanding that the playtime in the shower challenged him, Magnus pumped liquid soap into his hands and smoothed it over Hans’s body.

Efficiently washing the day’s labor from his skin, Magnus seemed to temper his caresses from pushing Hans over the edge as he kept Gretel on a high level of excitement.

When they were both clean and rinsed, Magnus urged them out of the shower and dried their skin quickly before attending to himself.

“Bed, little ones,” Magnus ordered, guiding them both into the bedroom. “I need you here for our first time together.”

Both Littles paused at the foot of the bed.

Hans reached out to squeeze Gretel’s hand.

He didn’t know how Magnus would approach making love to them both.

How would he balance their needs for his attention?

Hans wanted Gretel to know that he was okay if their Daddy focused on her first. To his surprise, she pulled him forward to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I want to watch,” she suggested.

Magnus had other ideas. “Lie back, Hans.”

Not quite understanding what was going to happen, Hans rolled slowly onto his back. He stiffened as Magnus braced his hands on Hans’s thighs and lowered himself to kneel in front of him. Using his hold, Magnus pressed those muscular thighs apart, drawing a low groan of anticipation from Hans.

“Gretel, I think Hans needs something to cover his eyes. Could you help him with that?” Magnus suggested.

When she started to place her hands over his eyelids, Hans caught on. “Straddle me, sweetpea.”

“Oh!” Eagerly, Gretel moved into position. She allowed Hans to guide her down into position over his mouth and rocked against his caressing mouth. “Yes!”

Unable to see past the delectable treat above him, Hans felt her pause and knew something was coming.

She had a ringside seat to watch Magnus’s plans.

As the hot mouth engulfed him, Hans struggled not to drive his hips forward and failed.

Those powerful hands gripping his thighs restrained him, letting Hans know he wasn’t in charge.

All possible thoughts other than pure enjoyment evaporated from his mind.

The familiar, delicious treat that hovered over his lips enticed him to devour her sweetness as Magnus explored and teased his cock and balls.

A tug to his tightening sac drew a groan from Hans’s lips that sparked a “mmm” of enjoyment as the hum vibrated through Gretel’s body as well. He loved the connection between them.

Soon, the skillful caresses proved too much for Hans.

As he felt his orgasm approaching, he increased his attention to Gretel, wanting to take her with him.

The high, keening sound that fell from her lips a few seconds later allowed him to relax his efforts to hold off the climax that tantalized him.

With a shout into the room, Hans emptied himself into the wet heat that surrounded him.

Always wishing to take care of Gretel, he helped her shift to lie next to him before reaching one arm out to Magnus. His Daddy immediately rose to lean over the bed to hold them. Hans ran a hand over Magnus’ torso, tracing the grooves in his hard muscles. “Daddy, it’s your turn. Let us please you.”

“I get Daddy’s attention now,” Gretel demanded and leaned over to kiss Hans hard. “You always make me feel good,” she whispered.

“I know, Gretel. It’s your turn,” Hans answered, amazed he did not feel jealous at all. He wanted to see Gretel with their Daddy.

With no awkwardness, Magnus shifted to kneel between Gretel’s thighs. His hands explored Gretel’s body, lingering here and there with special touches. “Help me, Hans. Show me what she likes most.”

Instantly, Hans leaned forward to nibble the sensitive cord of her neck as his hand cupped and gently kneaded one breast. Magnus pressed kisses around the other before tasting Gretel’s nipple.

“She likes it if you suck hard,” Hans suggested, and watched as Magnus pulled the taut peak firmly into his mouth.

Gretel squeaked and wiggled beneath them.

Her hips lifted to rub against the older man’s hard stomach.

Restraining her to the mattress as he had Hans, Magnus lifted his mouth from her and turned to cup Hans’s skull, bringing his face close.

He tasted Hans’s lips, savoring the sweetness of the Little girl’s juices that remained on his skin.

“Mmm. You are both delicious,” he complimented before turning his attention back to Gretel.

Magnus stroked a hand over her body, drawing a trail of caresses to her core. “Do you need Daddy to wear a condom, sweetness?” he asked, brushing his fingers through her pink folds.

Hans watched Gretel struggle to understand the question. “She’s protected by a birth control pill,” he answered for her.

“Good girl,” Magnus praised her.

“Please, Daddy. I need to feel you inside,” she begged as she caressed both men.

Answering that plea, Magnus fitted himself against her and pushed forward as Hans tried to memorize the sight of his thick cock sliding inside.

The image of taking Magnus into his own body flashed into his mind, and Hans felt his body respond eagerly.

He traced his hands over their bodies, trying to pleasure them.

Gretel tilted her head back as her body stretched to allow Magnus to enter freely. The intense sensations played over her face as she enjoyed every inch of his generous shaft. Her hands clutched both his and Magnus’s arms, drawing on their strength and support.

When his body met hers fully, Magnus leaned forward to kiss Gretel before exchanging a hard kiss with Hans. Moving within her, Magnus continued to weave his caresses between the two of them. His hand wrapped several times around Hans before Magnus drew Hans’s hand to his own cock.

“Join us,” he commanded as he sped up his thrusts into Gretel’s responsive body.

His self-consciousness evaporated in the intimacy of their bedroom. He could be himself here. Pulling on his cock, he felt it lengthen to full size as Gretel’s eyes focused on him. Distracted by her attention, he gasped when Magnus wrapped a hand around his to caress his shaft as well.

Hans lost himself in the exchange of exquisite caresses and steaming kisses. Their bodies moved together easily, as if they’d done this a million times before, but with the excitement of discovering new ways to please each other.

When they lay in an exhausted pile together on the bed, Hans clung to the two people he cherished most in the world. “Daddy,” he breathed out as he squeezed Gretel’s hand.

“We could have missed this,” Gretel said in awe of the series of events that had brought them together.

“Littles never can resist sweets. My gingerbread house was destined to find you,” Magnus assured them. “Now I plan to keep you.”

“Yessss,” Hans sighed, drawing out that last consonant.