I won’t do it, but it’s fun to tease him. “Okay, okay, I won’t. Come on, let’s get showered and then we’ve got time for a coffee before we have to leave.”
I chuckle as he grumbles about perverted Doms. “Be careful, boy. I can stop you from washing your face and we can go out with it still all over you.”
“No way! That’s your brother’s kink. Daddies aren’t mean like that.” He all but pouts and stamps his foot. “Please, don’t do that.”
I give in and grin at him. “You’re right; it’s not my scene.” I take his hand and pull him into the bathroom. After turning the shower on and getting the temperature right, I let him step in first. “Look at me.” I grab a washcloth and wet it, then take my time cleaning his face. The spunk had already started to dry, but it comes off easily.
I kiss him slowly, deeply, letting him know how proud of him I am as I run my soapy hands over his body. When I pull back, his eyes are dark, heavy as if I’d drugged him. He smiles at me and grabs the soap and washes me.
We make it to my dads’ place at a decent time, but looking at the cars on the drive, it looks like we’re the last to arrive. “Great, Pops is going to moan at us.”
“Only at you, he likes me.” Memphis gives me a cheeky grin, and I can imagine how cute he was as a little. A pang of loss washes through me, but I shake it off. He’s always going to be a brat, which makes me smile.
“Be careful, boy. I don’t have any problems with spanking that gorgeous bottom of yours.”
The door opens before he can respond, and Pops grins at Memphis. “I’m so glad you’re here, Memphis. I doubt it’s your fault you’re late.” He glowers at me, but his eyes twinkle with laughter. “I’m giving you a warning before you go in. Noah is in trouble, and he’s being punished.”
“Oh fuck. I don’t want to know.” I give Pops a hug and walk in, holding Memphis’ hand.
From what I’ve seen and understand of Saint and Noah’s relationship, I feel a little apprehensive entering the kitchen where the huge table is. We always sat around it and talked about our days after school or college; it’s been a place of safety for so many foster kids that have passed through this house.
I don’t know what my face is saying, but Royal stops us before we reach the doorway. “Just remember that everything Saint and Noah do is safe and consensual. Even if it’s nothing we want to do, they do.”
I feel my face heat. “I know that. I’m not a newbie to this, Royal. I can’t think what Saint would do as a punishment that would stop anyone from wanting to eat.”
Royal snorts out a laugh and pulls me closer and kisses me. “Never change.”
“I don’t plan to,” I reply haughtily, making him laugh louder.
Then we step through the doorway and stop.
“Why is it suddenly okay to turn up late? First Saint and now you. Surely you can control your dicks long enough to be on time,” Knox snarks at us, totally ignoring the fact that Noah is stark bollock naked and on all fours. Saint has a riding crop in his hand and from the look of Noah’s arse, it’s been used a few times.
With a tap on his arse from said riding crop, Noah stands up, and I can now see the very heavy, very solid cock cage around his junk. “Hello, Royal, hello, Memphis. I’m a worthless piece of shit that doesn’t do as he’s told.”
Saint crops his arse again, harder this time. “Thank you, Sir,” Noah says without even flinching and gets back on all fours.
“Better, boy. You’re beginning to understand. Now get your mouth around my dick and keep it warm.”
“Now can we eat?” Knox grumbles, shooting a scowl at his oldest brother, as if a naked sub in the kitchen is an everyday kind of thing.
The table is full of every kind of breakfast food possible; I don’t pile my plate as high as the others do. They’re all big and muscly, the kind of men I would’ve felt intimidated by if I didn’t know them.
“The classes you’re interested in are open again. Come in and sign up for them before all the spaces are filled,” Knox says around a mouth full of French toast. Pops immediately admonishes him as if he’s a child, but Knox doesn’t bother apologising. He just swallows and repeats his sentence.
“That’s great, thanks, Knox. I’ll come in tomorrow. I need to get back into shape again. I’ve got lazy since I got back here. I used to take those classes twice a week back in Lincoln.”
We talk about the different types of classes the gym holds. Kip is so proud of Knox for how dedicated he is to keep the gym growing, so much so that they may have to expand the building if the membership keeps increasing.
We go quiet as we dig into the food, the four boys razzing each other as much as they did when I lived here. It scared me at first. They seemed such tough kids, but it didn’t take long to see how happy they were together, how much they loved Kip and Robin. It’s still so obvious that family is the most important part of their lives.
A swat of the crop hitting Noah breaks the silence, and I think we all wince as Noah lets a low moan slip from his lips. “Thank you, Sir,” he sighs, totally lost in the scene. If punishment is a scene. I am curious about what he did to warrant this.
Pops asks about my work, and I spend the next ten minutes talking about the job I love. Royal seems impressed. It’s successful and has provided a more than decent income.
“That’s great. I’m so proud of you. I knew you’d be successful; you were so determined to pass your exams with great grades,” Pops tells him, looking every inch a proud papa, until his eyes turn wistful. “We would’ve helped you set up your business.”
“I know. I’m sorry I cut you off so completely. It was selfish of me. I threw all the kind things you did for me back in your faces. I never meant to, but the longer I left it, the harder it became to contact you.”
