Warning: smut

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"Guess who I bailed out today."

Ace's voice was nearly drowned out by Keith's cry of pure and utter relief. Running forward to hug his husband, he was almost lifted off his feet as Randy gripped him tight.

"Ay, you just had to keep us waiting!" Kate snapped in her loud, thickly accented voice. "Tu maldito bastardo!"

"Shut up, he's not behind bars and that's what matters." Troy shot back.

Keith didn't want to let go of Randy. He could feel Arielle's arms around his and Randy's waists and his eyes beginning to well up. Randy was holding him so tight he thought his ribs would pop, but he didn't care.

It had been a week since Randy had been taken into custody by police. Some local cops had recognized him from wanted posters, and he had been arrested. For a week that had felt like forever, Keith and Arielle had been terrified that they would never see Randy again. But luckily, their gang member friends, Celeste (she went by Ace) and her wife Kate, had come in clutch. The Denver Police Department had been paid to let Randy go, and threatened into silence in order to keep the arrest covered up.

"I'm here, babe." Randy whispered. "I'm here. . . . Oh, mija, it's okay. . . ."

Keith nodded into Randy's shoulder, then looked over at Ace. "Thank you," he said, not bothering to try and keep the shake from his voice.

"Hey, don't mention it." Ace replied. Her black-painted lips curled into a smile. "You guys are our best friends."

Once the tearful reunion had ended, Randy was immediately hauled off to the bathroom by Kate, who insisted that he take a shower and brush his teeth before going home. Overwhelmed by the situation, Keith collapsed onto the couch. He could hear Arielle quietly sobbing with joy, and Ace comforting her.

"You doing good?" Troy asked as he sat next to Keith.

Keith managed a nod. He was beyond overjoyed that Randy had been freed. He wanted to get down on his knees and thank Ace and Kate over and over, but he knew deep down that Ace would do this at the drop of a hat. She had been a part of their group since middle school, and she was especially close with Keith and Troy. In fact, nearing the end of high school, Keith's mother and Ace's parents had tried to arrange for the two of them to be married once they both came of age. Strangely, it had only strengthened their sibling-like bond.

Keith looked over at Troy. It had been years since twenty-two-year-old Troy Green had been found murdered, shot dead by Liu Woods. But Keith and Randy should have known that even death couldn't stop their friend. Now, Troy was back as a fallen angel, a type of spirit that couldn't go to the afterlife. His eyes had gone from sienna brown to white, and there was some hair missing from his blonde mullet because of the bullet wound in his head. Due to being dead, he couldn't age past the age he was when he was killed. He was now living with Ace, Kate, their son Lorenzo, and Ace's nibling Finch in their Denver, Colorado flat.

But Keith didn't care how different Troy was now. He was just glad to have his friend back, especially because he felt partially responsible for his death.

"Ten bucks says Randy's gonna screw the brains outta you as soon as you get home," Troy joked.

Keith couldn't help but chuckle, and he playfully nudged Troy in the side. But part of him didn't doubt it.

~

It was a long evening. The drive back home to the Harrison family residence in the mountains had taken over an hour, and it had taken even longer for the family to calm down after the whole ordeal of Randy almost going to prison again. All three of them were in need of cuddles, and Bowie was in no way excluded. Dinner was made and consumed. Bowie was taken out for his last walk. Ice cream was eaten - after all, they needed it. And Arielle was given a shower and put to bed with many more hugs and kisses from Randy.

At last, Keith and Randy were heading off to bed themselves, but Troy's joke from earlier wouldn't leave Keith's mind. As he heard the door close behind him and Randy, he looked over at him. In the dim light of the master bedroom, he could recognize that look in Randy's eyes. He felt his heart begin to race.

"Take off your clothes." Randy said firmly. He locked the door.

Without hesitation, Keith did as told. Once he had stripped down to his underwear, Randy took off his shirt and pounced on him, flinging his arms around him as the two collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs.

"Damn it, I missed you," Keith heard Randy growl in his ear, sending a shiver up his back.

"I know," Keith replied. "I missed you, too."

Randy lifted his upper half, his arms on either side of Keith's head. Seeing the desire in his lover's eyes, Keith melted. They hadn't made love in two weeks, and hadn't seen each other at all over the course of the second. Keith was more than ready for whatever Randy had planned.

Keith's heart skipped a beat as Randy swooped in for a kiss, his parted lips crashing into his. As they started to make out, Keith wrapped his arms around Randy's neck. He tasted spicy from dinner, yet sweet from the ice cream. God, Keith had missed this so much. He had missed Randy's lips, his touch, his voice.

"You're so easy to please," Randy whispered once he pulled away at last. "I can feel your boner under me."

Keith felt the color rush to his face. He felt weak, but in a good way.

"What do I have consent to do?" Randy asked slowly, so Keith would hear every single syllable.

There was fire underneath Keith's skin as his eyes met with Randy's. When he spoke, he made sure he would hear him.

"Anything you want till I say 'no.'" he answered. "Ruin me. Love me all over. Please." He couldn't help but beg. "Please, daddy . . ."

Randy clenched his jaw upon hearing that last word. Keith knew what he liked.

"In that case, you're not gonna be able to walk when I'm done with you." he said. His voice was low and husky. "It's been too long since I've been inside you."

A moment later, they were making out again. Keith almost melted into Randy, and his heart jumped up into his throat when he felt Randy moving his hips, grinding against him as he kept kissing him.

"Mm . . . mhm . . ." Keith moaned against Randy's lips.

When Randy finally pulled away, he began to trail kisses and teasing bites down Keith's neck, chest, stomach, down to his naval, Keith whimpering like crazy all the while. Keith's whole body felt tingly. Randy sat up, and Keith grabbed onto his hips: he didn't want his hands to leave him. His boxers were taken off and dropped off the edge of the bed. Randy looked down, then looked back up.

"May I?" Randy asked.

Keith nodded eagerly, vigorously. Gently, Randy wrapped his hand around Keith's member, and he began to stroke it up and down. Keith gasped with pleasure, and he began to pant. But every time he came close, Randy backed off. When he finally let Keith release, a mess was made in between Keith's thighs.

"Oh, you're so messy, baby," Randy crooned.

Already, Keith was drenched in sweat, but the musty smell only increased Randy's lust for him. Keith himself was nowhere near tired. All he could think about was how badly he wanted him.

"Help me with this zipper, pretty boy." Randy said.

With trembling fingers, Keith reached for the zipper of Randy's jeans, pulled it down, and unlooped the button. He waited patiently as Randy reached forward to grab a condom from the drawer of his bedside table. Once he had applied it, he pulled down his pants, tossing them away. He resumed his position of sitting on top of Keith's hips.

"Are you ready?" Randy asked. His eyes were sparkling.

"Yes," Keith responded. His voice shook with anticipation. "Please, give it to me, daddy. I want it." His heart was pounding like a drum at a rock concert.

"Open your mouth." Randy said firmly.

Keith did as he was told. The next thing he knew, it was in his mouth, thumping against the back of his throat. Keith sucked hard and squeezed his eyes shut, gripping onto the back of Randy's thighs. Randy's hand was entangled in his hair. His groans echoed in his ears. Keith's eyes were burning, but he didn't let that stop him. At last, Randy let him breathe.

"Gah! Fuck!" Keith cried out as he gasped for air. He felt Randy grab his chin, his thumb sneaking into his mouth and behind his bottom row of teeth. His eyes fluttered open as he felt a tear drip down his face, and their eyes met. The pleasure Keith was feeling was immense, and they hadn't even arrived at the main event yet.

"I dreamed about this last night, y'know." Randy said softly. He removed his thumb from Keith's mouth, cupping the side of his face in his hand. "You couldn't keep your hands off me.

"Don't worry," His eyes were full of passionate, possessive love. "I'm not done with you yet."

"I'm your . . . good boy, right?" Keith panted, still trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, you know it, baby," Randy answered. "Such a good boy."

~

The bed was cleaned. A shower was taken. Pajamas were put on. Teeth were brushed. Keith soon found himself in bed, snuggled up to his beloved husband. Randy's arms were wrapped completely around him as Keith nestled his head into Randy's shoulder. What a relief it was to be in Randy's arms once again.

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" Randy asked. "I'm really sorry if I was."

Keith shook his head. He could hear the concern in Randy's voice.

"No, you did great," he said fondly. "I know you were just excited; I was, too."

"Good to know," Randy responded. "I hate the thought of hurting you, 'specially when we just spent a week apart like that."