Jericho’s lips twitched. “Navarro, is it?” Jericho asked, peeling off his t-shirt then lying down on top of Atticus, humming contentedly at the warmth of his skin. He immediately melted beneath him. God, he was perfect. “Are you divorcing me after one school holiday alone with the kids? They go to work with me every day.”
Atticus snorted. “Yeah, where you hand them off to Ever who takes them upstairs. Don’t act like you’re changing brake pads with a toddler on each hip. And if you’d had the day I did, you’d know why they’re with my brother. I think I deserve a little credit for not just putting them in an open box outside with a sign that says ‘free to good home’.”
Jericho smiled into his husband’s hair. He was so fucking dramatic, but God he loved that about him. Besides, he was all talk and they both knew it. He placed an open mouth kiss to the nape of his neck, cock hardening rapidly when Atticus made this tiny half bitten whine. “What happened, Freckles? Out maneuvered by a couple of preschoolers?”
Atticus did move this time, lifting up to crane his head back, glowering at Jericho. “Laugh it up, chuckles. Your son has a new hobby.”
“Oh, now he’smyson?” Jericho teased, biting at his shoulder blade. “Why is it when they’re getting awards in Spanish classor handwriting they’re your kids, but when they are being tiny menaces, they’re mine?”
“I think we both know why,” Atticus said, canting his hips back to grind on Jericho’s cock. “You’re the one who said you’re a bad boy?” Atticus taunted, rolling his hips back distractingly. “Are you recanting that? Turning in your bad boy card? Hmm?”
Jericho chose to ignore that. “You are feisty tonight, Freckles. You know I love when you’re all cranky…and horny. I can take care of that for you if you want,”Jericho offered, nibbling on the shell of his ear. “But first tell me howmyson wronged you.”
“Jagger,” Atticus started, then paused, giving a dramatic sigh. “Jagger licks things.”
“Things?” Jericho asked, his confusion obvious.
“Windows. Your son is licking windows.”
Jericho barked out a laugh. “Like competitively? Or as a hobby?”
“It’s not funny,” Atticus said, tone sulky.
Jericho popped his head around to look his husband in the eye, grinning. “It’s a little funny,” Jericho said, before sitting up and hooking his fingers in the waistband of Atticus’s pants. “Lift that ass, Freckles.”
Atticus obeyed without thought. “Weirdos lick windows. Do you want him to be the weird kid?”
“Oh, that ship has sailed, my love. They’re Mulvaneys, they’re gonna be fucking weird. You’re all fucking weird.”
Jericho tugged his pajamas down to just below the swell of his ass, then stopped, kneading the flesh there. Atticus burrowed deeper into his pillow, going completely limp, letting Jericho use him however he wanted.
Atticus got more submissive with each passing year and Jericho had never been so fucking happy. Freckles let him do literally anything to him. Anything at all.
He spread him open, cock throbbing at the sight of that tight pink hole. He released him, watching his cheeks jiggle. He had a perfect ass. In every conceivable way. Jericho amused himself while he waited for Atticus to continue.
“You’re not taking this seriously,” Atticus muttered.
Jericho lowered himself to his stomach between Atticus’s spread legs, kissing the globes of his ass. “I’m taking this very seriously,” he promised.
“Not that,” Atticus said, trying to sound serious. “Our son. You’re not taking this seriously.”
Jericho huffed out a laugh. “Am I supposed to take window licking seriously, Freckles? Is this some hidden tell-tale sign of psychopathy or something?” Atticus once more canted his hips, trying to get Jericho’s mouth where he wanted it. “I’m getting mixed signals here, Freckles,” Jericho teased. “Do you want me to fuck your ass with my tongue or do you want me to tell you that there’s nothing wrong with our son?”
“Both,” Atticus pouted.
Fuck, he was such a big baby. He loved it. He ran the flat of his tongue from his balls to his hole, smirking when Atticus moaned like a whore.
Better?” Jericho teased, massaging his entrance with his thumb.
“Partially. Now tell me how to fix our son. Does he need therapy or something? Are we screwing him up already? Am I screwing him up already? You can tell me. He’s three. Are three-year-olds supposed to be licking dirty windows?”
Jericho was happy Atticus couldn’t see the grin on his face. He should have known that he was going to be a total helicopter parent. “Babe, he hasn’t mastered wiping his own butt. I’m pretty sure licking windows isn’t even in the top ten of the problems we will be dealing with at some point. Hell, Felix atecraft supplies until he was in second grade. The boy literally shit glitter.”
Atticus snickered. “That explains so much.”
“Arch your back, Freckles,” Jericho said, kissing each of his thighs. Atticus pushed up just enough for Jericho to snake his arms around his thick thighs, then spread him open once more, making an appreciative sound. “That’s good. You’re so fucking good for me.”
Atticus made another whiny sound, then buried his face in the crook of his arm.
