They went back and forth about it for months.

"I don't see the problem with waiting a little longer," Robby said, again, as he and Jack laid on the couch. "We can just train them up when I get back, or maybe we could try again next year."

"Sounds like you're getting cold feet," Jack said, squeezing the foot in his hand.

Robby huffed and nudged him with his foot. "Never been warmer. I just —" He gestured vaguely. "I need to do a little soul searching first. Figure out what I really want."

Jack eyed him carefully, then scooted closer.

Robby tensed as his brother-husband leaned in and slid a hand down the front of his pants.

"You know what I really want?" Jack asked softly. He cupped his hand around his brother as he nosed along his jaw.

Robby swallowed and shook his head.

"I wanna see my brother training up our boys," Jack murmured, "just like we always talked about. I want my brother's cock buried so deep inside our sons I can't even get a taste of it, no matter how hard I try."

Robby shuddered and bit his lip as his brother pulled back.

Jack nodded down at Robby's crotch. "Feels like you know what you really want."

Robby tried to look away but Jack chased his eyes.

"So why," Jack continued, "are you trying to run from it?"

Robby shook his head. "3 months is hardly running."

"Okay," Jack nodded, unconvinced. "Well, a lot could happen in 3 months."

Robby paused. "What's that was supposed to mean?"

"I dunno." Jack shrugged. "I'm just saying you might be missing a lot of fun if you go."

Robby glanced at him sideways. "Okay, I know what you're trying to do," he said carefully, "and I also know a bluff when I hear one."

"It's not a bluff."

Robby scoffed, but when Jack's expression didn't change, he swallowed hard.

Finally, Jack told him there wasn't much he could do to stop him from going if that's what he really wanted, and they left it at that.

___

The day after Dennis's birthday and about 8 hours into his trip, Robby got a text while paying at a pit stop.

When he saw the photo, Robby swore loudly, startling the poor attendant behind the counter.

But he couldn't help it. The image in his shaking hand showed his brother-husband snuggled up in their bed, shirtless and flushed, with both of their sons sleeping soundly on his chest.

"You missed one helluva bluff, brother" the message below said.

Robby couldn't see anything beneath the blanket tucked around their 3 bare chests, but Jack's free hand was cupped firmly around where their oldest son's ass would be. Neither of his sons' hands were visible.

Robby shifted uncomfortably and glanced up at the attendant. The young man's eyes flicked up nervously as he continued scanning his items. Robby forced a smile, then turned back to the image in his hand.

Each of his boys seemed to have large, pinkish marks on their bodies. Dennis's was along his cheek. Frank's was around his neck. When Robby zoomed in, the marks took the unmistakable shape of Jack-sized handprints.

Fuck.

Robby knew how good it felt to have Jack's palm snap against his own cheekbones. He knew how quickly his mind went went hazy with lust as Jack's grip tightened around his throat.

Thinking about his boys knowing that pleasure, moaning and gasping and choking as their dad pummeled inside them...

Robby tossed his payment on the counter and turned for the door, tapping out a quick reply.

"On my way. Do NOT touch them again until I'm there."

3 dots appeared then disappeared almost instantly, and Robby swore again when a short video arrived.

He watched as Jack held up his free hand next to his smug face then panned the camera down to his hips, where both of their sons' heads were now bobbing below the blanket.