Full House (10 page)

Between the two of them, they managed to get all the groceries in one trip. When Kent opened the door for him, Marco was hit by the noise level of the house. He knew from the driveway that only Bruno, Nicky and Maria were there, so why all the noise?

“We’re home,” he called.

Maria came running into the kitchen, skidding to a stop in front of Marco. He set the bag of groceries down and hugged her. “What’s all the noise about?”

Maria giggled. “They’re playing a video game and keep accusing each other of cheating.”

“How do you cheat on a video game?” Marco asked.

Maria shrugged. “Ask them.”

Marco noticed Kent hadn’t said anything since they entered the house. His lover was methodically putting away the groceries like he was in the house alone. He kissed Maria’s forehead. “Go on and play. We’ll call you when everyone gets here.”

Maria started to leave, but came back and gave Kent a hug from the side. His hands full of meat packages, Kent seemed startled by the display of affection. Kent’s gaze went from the top of Maria’s head to Marco.

The expression on Kent’s face nearly knocked the wind out of Marco. It wasn’t a look of annoyance but rather one of longing. He nodded to Kent with a smile.

Kent
set down the steaks and picked Maria up into his arms. He gave the black-haired beauty a kiss on the nose. “What was that for?”

Maria shrugged. “I missed you guys today.”

Kent
’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down several times before he answered. “I missed you, too, sweetheart.”

Marco liked that Kent had started using the same endearment he used. “Okay, break it up, you two. We’ve got a lot of work to do if we’re having guests for dinner.”

Kent
set Maria back on her feet and the little girl wandered out of the room. The boys started in on each other again, getting Marco’s attention.

“Sorry about that. I’ll go tell them to cool it.”

“No,” Kent stopped him. “I kind of like. It completely changes the whole feel of the house.”

Marco snorted. “Yeah, gone are the days when you enjoyed peace and quiet.”

“No. Gone are the days when I felt so lonely I had to make myself get out of bed in the morning.”

Groceries forgotten, Marco made his way over to Kent. His lover’s arms opened immediately, pulling Marco in close. “If this is a dream, please don’t wake me.”

“Oh, ooh,” Nicky cried from the doorway.

Marco glanced over his shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Something to drink. Didn’t know I was going to walk in on the two of you doing…whatever it is you’re doing.”

“We’re hugging. Get used to it.” Marco pulled Kent’s head down for a quick, but deep kiss. “We’ll be doing a lot of that, too, so there’s something else you’ll need to get used to.”

Nicky made a face and grabbed two cans of Coke out of the refrigerator.

When he left the room, Kent chuckled. “That was mean.”

Marco grinned up at his lover. “Maybe so, but I have a feeling he’d have the same reaction if you were a woman. They’re just not used to seeing me in love.”

* * * *

“So, Thanksgiving? Are we all getting together, or what?” Eric asked.

Marco pulled the lap blanket Kent had given him up a little higher on his chest. Although it was chilly, the adults had decided to relax outside around the large fire pit. With a full stomach, Marco looked towards the house. He could see Kent instructing the boys on loading the dishwasher. It was sad, really, that the boys had no idea how to operate something so many people took for granted.

He returned his attention back to his friends who continued to discuss the upcoming holiday. “The kids and I are up for anything you guys plan.”

He heard the backdoor open and close. Kent tossed several fresh logs onto the fire and squeezed in behind Marco on the chaise longue. Marco snuggled back against the bigger man’s chest and sighed. “Get them straightened out?”

Kent
kissed the top of Marco’s head. “Yeah, I told them to treat it like putting a puzzle together. The more they can get in the dishwasher, the less they have to wash by hand.”

“What about you, Kent?” Eric asked.

“What about me?” Kent chuckled.

“Do you already have plans to go to Phoenix for Thanksgiving?”

“No. I usually go down between Christmas and New Year. Why? You planning something?”

Marco felt Kent’s hands idly rubbing his stomach. He subtly pulled the bottom of his shirt up so he could feel Kent’s hands on his bare skin.

“I’d like to,” Eric answered. “This’ll be the first time I have the day off in years.”

“So, let’s get together over here. We can eat turkey until we’re stuffed before retiring to the media room to catch the football game.” As he talked, Kent began to unfasten Marco’s jeans.

Never in his life had Marco been in a similar situation. He was suddenly thankful it was dark outside. Although he began to wonder how much light the glow of the fire was shining on them. He lifted his good leg, creating a makeshift tent out of the small blanket.

Kent
obviously knew what he was thinking because he felt his lover’s chuckle rather than hearing it.

As everyone started making plans for what they’d bring for their holiday dinner, Marco concentrated on the fingers brushing the cropped patch of pubic hair above his quickly filling cock. He knew Kent was teasing him and it was driving Marco crazy.

“Hey,” Zac piped up for the first time. “I forgot to tell you guys. I’m taking Eric on one of those gay cruises in February. We were talking and thought it would be fun if all of us went.”

“I can’t,” Marco said immediately. Not only couldn’t he afford something like that, but he knew he couldn’t leave the kids. “Maybe someday though.”

Kent
’s hand shoved deeper into Marco’s jeans, wrapping around his length. Marco felt Kent’s lips brush against his ear. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to go?”

Marco knew if he said yes, Kent wouldn’t think twice about paying for his ticket, but he didn’t want a sugar daddy. Marco pushed back against the bigger man as he slid further down in the chair, giving Kent more room to play.

“I’m sure. Maybe we can all go camping once the weather is warmer. I’ll make sure to borrow a separate tent for the kids.”

“Did someone say camping?” Moody asked. “Now that’s my idea of a relaxing way to spend a weekend.”

Somehow that fit. Marco could easily picture Moody chopping trees and wrestling bears out in the wild.

“Camping?” Angelo squeaked from Moody’s lap.

Moody playfully swatted Angelo’s hip. “You’ll love it. I’ll buy you a pair of hiking boots.”

“No thanks. Not really my style,” Angelo quipped.

“Yeah, that’s what you said about the biker boots I got you, but you know you love ’em.”

Angelo elbowed Moody. “I can’t believe you told them that.”

“Angelo in boots? Spill,” Bobby said around a laugh.

Angelo narrowed his eyes at Moody, practically daring him to open his mouth again. Never one to back down from a challenge, Moody kissed Angelo before addressing the group.

“We made a deal. On Angelo’s date night, I have to wear sneakers and go to that tacky Italian restaurant he loves so much, and on my night, he has to wear leather pants, black boots and accompany me to The Edge, my favourite hole in the wall.”

The entire group began to laugh. Marco wasn’t sure if it was the thought of Angelo in leather hanging out at a biker bar or the expression of humiliation on his trendy friend’s face.

“I bet you’re sexy in that outfit, Angelo.” Trey received an admonishing poke to the side from Cole for the remark.

“He’s hotter than hell and he knows it.” Moody licked the side of Angelo’s face.

There was something about the way Moody did it that made Marco’s cock jerk in Kent’s hand. Kent noticed and applied more pressure, pressing his thumb against one of his piercings.

Somehow the conversation turned to sexual secrets, and Eric was the next to pipe up. “Zac loves it when I wear nothing but my white coat and stethoscope. The man goes crazy for a good role play of doctor and patient.”

Again everyone chuckled.

Cole rubbed his hand across Trey’s hip and spoke. “Role playing’s something Trey and I enjoy as well. Nothing like being sent to the principal’s office to make a bad boy even badder.”

Bobby glanced at Jules. “We like to do it in risky places. There’s nothing like the fear of getting caught to really get the blood pumping.”

All eyes turned to Marco and Kent. “Don’t look at us. We’re new to this.”

Kent
cleared his throat. “Although there is the piercings and tattoos thing you’ve never brought up to your friends.”

“Uh, not for public knowledge.” Marco tried to pull Kent’s hand off his cock. He couldn’t believe his lover had just exposed his secret.

Kent
’s hand tightened its grip on Marco’s shaft. “Everyone else just spilled secrets. It’s part of knowing you have friends who accept you as you are.”

“What kind of piercings are we talking about?” Zac asked.

When Kent said nothing, all eyes shifted to Marco. Although he hated the thought that his friends would think he was a freak, he knew Kent was right. They were his friends no matter what. “Jacob’s Ladder.”

Moody choked on a swallow of beer and began coughing. After he recovered his breath, he shook his head. “You’re more man than I am. I’ve heard those things hurt like hell.”

Marco shook his head. “It’s a different kind of pain, and for me, they’re worth every second of discomfort.”

“I’m never going to be able to look at you the same way again,” Eric muttered.

“See? That’s what I was afraid of. That’s why I never said anything.” Marco was going to kill Kent.

“Uh, it’s not a bad thing. You just seem, I don’t know…hotter to me.”

The statement earned a low growl from Zac. Eric leant over and kissed his partner. “I love your dick, too, honey.”

“Are you saying you now love Marco’s cock?” Zac asked.

Eric grinned. “No. I haven’t even seen it. The idea is sexy though.”

Marco felt the grumble of Kent’s chest against his back. He knew his lover was sorry he’d brought it up.
Good. Serves him right.

He finished his beer and set it beside him on the ground.

“You want another?” Kent asked.

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all.” He leant close to whisper in Marco’s ear. “As long as you don’t put that cock away while I’m gone.”

“Deal.”

Kent
untangled himself and stood. “Anyone else need a beer?”

“I’ll take one,” Angelo said.

“Bring him two. He turns into a wildcat when he’s been drinking.” Moody did that face licking thing again, perking Marco’s cock right up.

After Kent went into the house, Zac’s gaze zeroed in on Marco. “You seem happy.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I have the one thing I’ve always dreamt of.”

“And a shot up house. And a father who’s threatening you.”

Marco thought about it. “You know, those other things suck, but they can’t dampen my happiness anymore. I’ve lived with that shit all my life. As long as the kids are safe and taken care of, I’m going to grab every ounce of love I can while it lasts.”

Out of nowhere, two strong arms hoisted him off the chair. The blanket fell away and not only was Marco being held in Kent’s arms, but he was exposed to his group of friends.

“Holy fuck,” Eric groaned.

“What the hell, Kent? Are you trying to show everyone my dick or what?” Marco asked.

Balancing Marco on his knee, Kent reached down and grabbed the blanket. He tossed it over Marco’s lap and headed into the house. “We’ll be back in a few,” he threw over his shoulder to the others.

Marco was starting to freak out. Had he said something wrong? Was Kent going to break up with him? “What’s wrong?”

Kent
didn’t say a word or stop walking until he had them locked inside one of the downstairs’ bathrooms. He set Marco on the sink vanity and took a step back. “There’s something you and I need to get straight.”

“I’m sorry. Zac asked and I…”

Kent
held up his hand. “Stop.”

Marco’s mouth snapped shut as he waited for the fallout.

Kent
placed his hands on either side of Marco and leant forward. “As far as I’m concerned, this isn’t a ‘while it lasts’ arrangement. If I’m some passing diversion for you, I need to know.”

“Passing diversion? What the hell gave you that idea? I’m the one who’s afraid you’ll wake up one day and decide it’s not worth the hassle. I just meant I’m gonna try and cram a lot of love into the time I have with you.”

“I thought we were building a family. You don’t just decide to throw that away one day.”

“Why? My mom and dad did. Why should you be any different?”