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    Calum hasn't felt so loved in so long. He didn't know something like sex could make him feel so alive. He had his back arched high off the mattress, his chest tight to Michael's.

    Their bodies were lined with sweat as Michael took his time building Calum and himself up to pure bliss.

    It was their first time as a couple and neither were in much of a rush. Cal's bedroom door was closed and locked, giving them all night.

    Calum fell back to the satin sheets, turning his head to bite tight on a pillowcase. He knew Mike was trying his hardest to stay as silent as possible—neither man wanted to scar the three girls across the hall.

    Michael's lips found Calum's neck, biting down on the tan skin. "You're so fucking perfect," Michael said below a whisper, his voice hoarse as he tried with all his will to not release yet. Mike never came first.

    Calum slipped his hands underneath Michael's strong arms, letting his fingers dig across his pale, freckled back.
     Mike groaned deeply, a whine mixed in from the back of his throat. "How close?"

    "Touch me."

    Michael readjusted their bodies, his rhythm speeding up as he jutted in and out of Calum. His hands fell down Calum's torso, his fingers soft upon the hot skin. He cupped his hard member, jacking him off at the same pace as his thrusts.

    Cal held himself closer to Michael's towering body, his head falling back with his mouth open wide. He couldn't make a sound, even if he wanted to. Everything was perfect in the moment, everything was great.

    Cal couldn't control his own body, he felt a feeling he hasn't felt in so long.

    Michael's throaty groans filled the space around them, Calum finally releasing in Michael's hands. Mike followed fast, filling up their thin condom. He rested his head in the crook of Calum's neck, his lips raw from Calum's taste.

    He pulled out, dealing with the dirty condom along with the cum on his hand and Cal's chest.

    Michael came back to bed, crawling next to his boyfriend and bringing the blankets up to their bare chests. He snuggled closer to Calum, kissing his sharp jaw. Cal sat up, readjusting their bodies to have his arm around Michael, his fingers tracing shapes on the joints of his arm.

    They listened to their alined breaths, both staring up at the ceiling.

    "Can I ask you something?" Michael broke the silence, his voice calming and steady.

    Cal nodded, the hairs on his chin prickling at Michael's forehead.

    "What happened to your ex?"

    Calum knew the conversation was coming sooner rather than later, but he was pretending it would never come. His hands fell lower on Michael's spine before rising back up to his shoulders. "He didn't want three kids. He didn't realize that until after we had three kids, though."

    "What was he like?"

    "He was a really good father for a long amount of time. Juli was only seven when he left, though. June wasn't even a year old yet. He didn't give us—a family of five—a chance." Calum's voice was a whisper, he tried to keep his mind from digging too deep into the memories. "He wasn't a bad guy, really. He rarely raised his voice, he came home on time, he did everything he was supposed to. But, one day, it just stopped."

    "He just," Mike paused, "Left?"

    "Yeah. One day, I came home and he didn't. He left a note and I never saw him again. It sucks, a lot. I was married to him for ten years, I loved him endlessly." Calum shrugged his shoulders. "But, I don't anymore. Rage took up lust. Somehow the divorce papers got to him. Our lawyer found him and got his signature."

    "I don't understand how a human being can leave their family like that. I hate leaving you guys for more than a night. Even a night is too much."

    Calum laughed. He wrapped both arms around Michael, pulling him up so they were face to face. "You aren't him."

    "I'm something better, right?" Michael asked, a gloating smile on his face.

    Calum leant in, kissing the smile from his face. "Yeah, something much better."

    Luke left their bedroom, their cat Stacy under his arm. Stacy loved Luke the most, she hated Matty and disliked Nolan. Stacy would let Luke take her anywhere, she wouldn't fidget or move in his arms.

    Matty was taking cold pizza from a box of leftovers, giving Luke a smile. "Good morning, Baby Boy."

    "Stacy says you smell like smoke." Luke held up the cat in front of his face, pretending to talk through her.

    "Stacy is a cat. She doesn't talk." Matty put a slice of pizza on a plate, sliding it over the counter to Luke. He moved out a bar stool, trying to stop it from squeaking against the floor—it was too early to wake up Nolan.

    "Stacy says you were out late. She was very upset." Luke sat down next to his husband, placing their cat on the island.

    "The cat was upset? Why'd she claw me when I tried to get into bed then?" Matty reached over his hand, showing Luke the scabs Stacy left only hours ago.

    "I told you, she was very upset. She doesn't think you deserve to sleep in bed when you come home at four in the morning." Luke took a slice of the cold pizza, leaning on the island and smiling at his husband.

    Matty rolled his eyes. "You're so cute." He booped Luke's nose before going back to his breakfast.

    "Stacy says you need a shower."

    Matty turned to the tan cat. She went from purring at Luke to complete silence towards Matty. "I'm so sorry you have to spend so much time with Daddy."

    Stacy stood up on her four legs, ready to puff out, making Matty scoot an entire foot back. Matt was cautious of the cat, knowing she had claws and he did not.

    Luke laughed, placing his hand on her fluffed up back and calming her down once more. "I told you she was upset."   

    "She's a cat, she doesn't care."

    Luke tsked. "Stacy says she cares."

    "I think you're just being passive aggressive," Matty responded, a mouth full of pizza.

    "Yeah, duh." Luke began to eat the first slice of the cold pizza, knowing there'd be more. "What is that smoke though? Weed or cigarettes?"

    Matty bit on his lower lip, looking up at the blonde. "I don't think you really want to know."

    "Not in the apartment, right?" Luke asked in a warning tone.

    "I'm not that stupid," the older man said, a smile upon his lips. He leant over their counter, feeling more safe that Stacy laid back down, he pressed his lips to Luke's softly. "See? I don't taste like smoke anymore."

    "Your clothes fucking reek of it." Luke held his nose, putting down his pizza.

    The curly-haired man scooted closer, and closer, and closer. He liked making Luke annoyed. He kept a careful eye on the cat as he leant in, burying his nose in Luke's shoulder. "So, how about that shower? You wanna join?"

    Luke stood up, already stripping off his clothes with each step. "Come on, Babe, show me who's the real Daddy."

    Matty laughed, quickly following him to their bathroom.

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