All Rhys wanted to do was crawl into his bed and die. Not really die but just lie there for a couple of days. No amount of brushing of teeth or scrubbing of skin could rid him of Officer Oscar's touch. His breath embedding itself into him like a viral disease. 

As he lays in bed, staring at his daughters rising and falling chest, all he could think of is how lucky he is to have her all to himself. His heart clenches thinking about what would've happened if he hadn't met Henderson. He would have probably had her like he originally planned. He would send Eli away, probably at the park, he didn't want him to see the blood. Rhy didn't know shit on delivering babies. He could see the confusion he would have. To only rely on his body's instincts and the rare glimpse of animal planet.

The scent of his blood still haunts him when he thinks back on his daughter's birth. All that blood that he would have had to deal with if he continued with his plan.

However, there is also another alternative. That scares him more than the blood would. Waddling through the streets to the station. He could play it off saying he got knocked up by Oscar. 

Rhys' gags at the thought.

Oscar, being the sick fuck he is, would play along. He would carry him to the hospital so he could have the child there. Seems solid enough if you were to discount the problem that is Officer Oscar. That man would have taken him to his home. Immediately putting him into the role of wife and he would spend the rest of his days as an always knocked up housewife.

'Those nightmares are becoming to clear'

Rhys thought. He shifts closer to Ming, gaining comfort in her soft breaths. Small comfort but still better than none. He clenches his teeth unnecessarily when the door opens. Heavy footsteps indicate who it was. 

Him and Malik haven't talked to each other since the kiss. A kiss that still brews hotly in the back of Rhys' mind. He listens to the sound of clothes being taken off - a usual nightly activity. Yet, instead of Malik crawling into his bed, he hears his footsteps grow louder and the soft thud of him kneeling on the ground.

"You okay?"

His low voice rumbles. Rhys doesn't turn around but shrugs. Malik took that as a sign to rest his hands on the bed. 

"Can I touch you?"

"Touch me?"

"Just your arm."

Rhys was tempted to say no. Wanted to tell him to move away and leave him alone. But, his skin felt too cold. Goosebumps flair up his arm at the thought.

"Sure."

Malik's palms were big and heavy. A brief flash of memory of those hands gripping his ass sent blood rushing downwards. He bends his lips hoping for him not to notice.

'I'm hornier than a preteen watching porn.'

The palm travels lower across the curve of his side and begins it's rhythmic motion. Rhys wished for it to just grip him but doesn't voice it. Instead he says,

"You can climb in if you want."

Malik freezes. He retracts his arm as if he touched a hot knife. Rhys thought he was going to leave. Instead he wraps a hand, no, a whole arm around him. His palm pressing against the mattress in front of him as he pulls himself up. 

Once he fixed himself on the short edge, he draws Rhys in closer. The red head's body went a blaze feeling his clothes back press against his sturdy torso. A soft chuckle, Rhys almost didn't believe it, escaped the man's plump lips.

"What's so funny?"

Rhys says. He doesn't dare to look back or move in fact. One wrong move and he's going to get a handful of his stiff cock. 

"You cute when you red."

"Cute… Really? What are we? Twelve?"

Malik must not like the teasing. One moment his hand is on the mattress and the next it's cupping Rhys' crotch. Rhys was shocked to hear the moan that left his own mouth. He wanted that hand to move. Not leave but slowly stroke it until he's begging. However, there were two things stopping him.

One, his daughter is asleep in front.
Two, he's sure Malik would not know what to do. But, he did put his hand there so he is doubtful.

"I say you cute. So you cute."

Malik whispered into his ear. His hand does not move but a small grip increases. Rhys waited. Waited for something to happen. He waited and waited until he heard soft snores vibrating on the back of his neck.

'This man really fell asleep holding my dick?'

Rhys tries to slip away. Maybe he could get to the bathroom and rid himself of the little problem. He only gets an arm free when Malik stirs awake. He tightens his grip on his torso and unfortunately his crotch.

"No."

Rhys squirms in his grip. He felt like he was about to burst. A mischievous glint flashes through his mind. If Malik wants to act that way then he must reap its consequences. 

Now, Rhys has no experience with men. Not a single one. But, he is a man. So if his own experiences are correct then he should be able to do a decent job winding this large man up. He pushes back his lower half grinding himself on the other man's crotch. Malik's voice hitches at the sensation. Slowly he moves himself. The feeling of something long and hard assures him he's doing a good job.

He bites his lip. No need to make noise to wake the sleeping baby. He so wanted release. Wanted it almost as bad as he wanted Oscar dead. He tilts his head back, finally catching Malik's eyes. They were heavy lidded. The sparkle of glossy eyes peeked through in a mesmerizing gaze. They both wanted this if the kiss was anything to factor in. 

"Do you want me Malik?"

He whispers at the crescent of his ear. Malik tilts his head and then removes his hand from his crotch. Just like Rhys showed him in the closet he guided his face in the kiss. The kiss this time  was slow and steady. Rhys' grind was combated with Malik's rutting. 

They both wanted this. 

They wanted this until they couldn't have it. A pungent smell creeps through the air. They broke the kiss so Rhys could look back at Ming. Her face was red and eyes wide open.

 Rhys swore on his dead grave that she had a shit eating grin.

Rhys looks back at Malik. 

"I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't have-"

"I'm not talking about that mind expanding makeout session. That, that needs a part two."

"Then what?"

"I'm sorry because that smells like a blowout."

Malik's nose crinkles and Rhys laughs, finally being free from the bigger male's hold. 

"Call it payback."