He's not sure what wakes him. It could be any number of things. It could be the light on his face, the air moving over him, the shift of cloth against skin where before it had just been the cool of the sheets and the heat of two bodies. It could be the hard ground under his back, which would also explain the aches in him as consciousness drifts ( Read more... )

[continued from here]He stumbles out of the club mostly backwards, hands on Neil's hips and grinning at Tom over Neil's shoulder. He wants... he doesn't even know what he wants. His skin is warm and buzzing and what he really thinks he wants is to touch them both all over, to be touched ( Read more... )

He waits a little before he goes to find him. He takes the girls back, feeds them lunch, plays with them, puts them down for an afternoon nap and leaves Neil and Peter with them, and only then does he think he's ready. It takes him a little while to find Tom--not at the Compound, clearly not at the tree, but finally someone directs him down towards ( Read more... )

It's not like it happens that often. Since seeing the movie, it's been even rarer. But lately it's been better, and now when it rears its head he feels comfortable, finally, going with it. Letting it run wild a little ( Read more... )

( Dear you, )

[from here]"God, just fucking..." He's laughing again, tugging at the hem of Neil's shirt, because it's a warm night and he wants to feel bare skin under his hands. They could do this mostly clothed, and it might be a little safer that way, but if they're going to fuck on the goddamn Compound roof he doesn't see much point in doing things in half ( Read more... )

He treasures these mornings, especially as they come so rarely. This time Neil's doing them the favor, taken the girls up to the Compound and leaving the two of them to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other. On some mornings like this they doze, on some they fuck nice and slow, on some they talk quietly together. This time they're just ( Read more... )

It takes him a little while to figure out that anything's weird. He stirs, yawns, stretches, rolls over and slings an arm over Tom's waist. Too comfortable to get up just yet. Everything feels good. He turns his head slightly, reaching up to rake long hair off his face so it stops tickling his nose ( Read more... )

-32" 1080p Samsung LCD TV
-DVR, featuring movies and programming TBD.

There are mornings where Tom does him a favor, and once the girls start to fuss and hammer at the bars of their crib, Tom gets up, takes them to the compound for a bath and breakfast, and lets him sleep in. This morning it's even more than that, because as Mike stretches and turns, his arm curls around Neil's waist, and he murmurs something ( Read more... )