corner of the dining room. It was going to be cramped, but this
way Rupert and Callum still had a place to work.
Jayne had spent that time opening all the
other packages and separating them into piles. Then she’d gone to the store to
get special laundry detergent that was safe for babies— who knew? —and run
all the clothes and blankets through the wash.
And, of course, everyone’s work took longer
than it should have, because not one of them could resist taking turns holding
Eleanor. They also all made a point of spending time with Oliver and Christian,
neither of whom seemed any less fascinated with Eleanor than the grown-ups.
Once they’d had dinner and the kids had
gone to sleep, Mike, Alexei, and Jayne had said their goodnights and gone back
to their apartment. They’d hovered around the door, giggling like children,
until after five minutes, Alexei had grabbed a six-pack and they’d snuck down
the fire stairs to the first floor.
That’s when the real work had begun.
They’d swept out a large area in the corner
of the unfinished concrete floor they’d been using as garage space, then washed
it thoroughly, all the while talking. Mike had put music on in his car and left
the doors open so they’d have something to fill the silences, but there hadn’t
been any. Mike and Jayne had caught up on mutual friends and family and Alexei
had listened in, happy to get to know Mike’s sister better. They’d spent time
together in the past, but this time felt different. Now she was on her own, no
longer beholden to her parents for tuition or anything else. And the first
thing she’d done was elect to spend the holidays with them. With Mike.
Alexei knew Mike missed his family in some
ways, especially around the holidays, and the smile on his face, the smile in
his eyes , made Alexei happy, too.
Once the floor had been perfectly clean,
Alexei had caught Jayne yawning and sent her off to bed. Then he and Mike had
crawled around with cans of paint until Alexei’s back was throbbing and his knees
were screaming at him to get up.
Putting up the basketball hoop to complete
the half court was pretty easy after that. Even better was coming upstairs to
find Jayne had finished cleaning up the pots and pans he’d left soaking from
dinner with Erik the night before.
Alexei pulled back from kissing Mike. “Your
sister is pretty great.”
Mike made a sour face. “Can we not talk
about my sister while I’m getting an erection?”
Alexei laughed and swatted Mike on the ass.
“Come on, then. Get up! Let’s get ready for bed.”
Mike groaned but managed to lever himself
off the mattress, reaching down to pull Alexei up after him. They shuffled
around the room, stripping off filthy work clothes, brushing their teeth, and climbing
in and out of the shower quickly, their bodies brushing here and there but both
of them too tired to do anything about it.
Alexei sighed as he slipped into bed, the
sheets cool and heavenly. Mike crawled in, too, and they met in the middle for
a long, gentle kiss. Alexei would have sworn, ten seconds ago, that he was too
tired to do anything. But then Mike wriggled closer and hummed against his
lips, and Alexei’s body was just programmed to respond.
He drew the front of Mike’s boxer briefs
down, tucking the waistband beneath his balls and lifting his growing erection
between their bellies. Alexei wriggled his pajama pants down until his own cock
was freed, and then curled his hand around both their shafts.
Mike gasped against his lips, his hips jerking
in a little circle as Alexei slowly drew his hand up the length of their
shafts, letting them shift and roll against one another. It should have been
too dry, but Mike’s skin felt like silk against his, his rigid shaft creating
the perfect friction.
On his next pass, Alexei collected the
precome gathering on the heads of their cocks with a swipe of his thumb. His
hips worked against Mike’s gently, their lips clinging and tongues
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