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Sawyer was beyond comprehension at this point. It was just fun. He felt comfortable and he felt good inside and out. He crawled off the bed and sauntered off, starting to think about what itâs going to be like to waddle everywhere. He started the shower, humming to himself. Moving across the country to California wasnât hard. Moving was easy for him. Heâd go from Vancouver to Toronto and back countless times a year for schooling. He traveled to New York to live, they went to New Zealand. He was a fan of travel. What was hard was to not work. He promised Wesley that he would take it easy and care for himself and their baby. The last thing he wanted to do was traumatize the paramedic by something happening to the baby or himself by working himself into the ground. It was nice, kind of boring since the house was set up and someone wouldnât let him paint the nursery. They had time. âBoyssss,â he sang, poking his head out of the bathroom. âIâm in here all alone an Iâm afraid I donât know if I can do this shower thing by myself.â
Luca was beyond bored sitting at home. Kyson was out, and so he figured heâd go visit his good friend Wesley. Seeing all the cars in his driveway he rolled his eyes, walking up to the door and knocking before just letting himself in. If it were anyone elseâs home heâd have waited outside in the warm winter sun like a vampire needing an invitation. But, it was Wesley. He leaned against the doorframe with a smirk. âWell hey baby, looks like youâve made yourself comfortable.â
âThe last time I left him waiting in the shower alone, he starting singing show tunes for the entirety of it. Letâs go before he thinks of something to deafen us withâ Wesley chuckles, taking the young escortâs hand into his own and leading him toward the bathroom. Kyson was surprised by the hand-lock, even more surprised by the gentle fondness in the oldest manâs tone. Wesley from the outside seemed rough, closed off, potentially mean, but the softness of brown eyes and the whisper of the kindness of his heart shocked him more than having him pressed firmly into him. Of course, had he taken into consideration that he was a paramedic, it might not have. Warm water bounces off of the tiled surface of the shower, beating down on their bodies with a ferocity in water pressure. It felt nice to be warmed by it, it felt even better to be warm and in the middle of two lovers who had made room in their bed and their shower for him as well.Â
The paramedic feels a shiftiness in his legs, a burn in the depth of his gut and part of him wanted to press close in intimacy to the pair of them once more. This was what the older man craved on a daily basis. Multiple lovers who only loved in their circle. Lovers who viewed his desires not as troubled, but as a real possibility. He could tell Sawyer needed Kyson in a way he could never need or bond with him, and it made his chest feel complete. There were things that he couldnât offer Sawyer. Bits and pieces of him that didnât fill the emotional gap that the younger man needed but Kyson could do that for him. After all, to love, was to want the utmost happiness for those who captured said emotion.
Kyson presses back against the oldest man, a wild grin playing on his lips when wet skin teases skin that seemingly tingled with lust. He presses a heated kiss to Wesleyâs lips and then to Sawyerâs before he removes himself and smirks. âHave fun you two. Iâll tend to the little oneâ He had heard the soft whine of a child, his ears having somehow picked it up through not only the walls but the gentle spray that washed his body of sex. He knew they didnât get time together often, especially to be alone and intimate and as much as he wanted to let Wesley take him in the shower, snuggling with a baby sounded like a much better option.Â
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he ventures out into the hallway to seek out the saddened and temporarily lonely child. With a small pout at his cuteness, blue eyes meet a matching pair and he swears he could have fallen in love in that moment. âWell hello there. You must be Wyatt. Iâm Kyson. Nice to meet youâ He says, taking the childâs hand into his own and shaking it. Cautiously snatching the toddler from his bed, he pulls him up and against his chest, melting when his head snuggles his shoulder in exhaustion. âMe too, honeybee, me tooâ Kyson chuckles. However, he almost squeaks when the familiar accented voice sounds from behind him. âL-Luc. Hi. What are you... What are you doing here?âÂ
