Atticus let Jericho draw him closer, letting him grind their hips together gently, making both of them groan softly. “I am not.”
“Are too,” Jericho taunted.
“You would be, too. She said our children showed signs of deviant and disturbing behavior. That we should have them evaluated. In front of them, Jer. She said it right to their faces.”
“What a twat,” Jericho muttered.
Atticus nodded. “That’s what I’m saying. I could have called her way worse.”
“Yeah? Like what?” Jericho crooned against his ear.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Atticus muttered.
“Actually, yeah, I would. You know how much I love it when you talk dirty to me, princess. Almost as much as youlove when I do it to you, too.”
Atticus made a tiny half-bitten sound, then reluctantly pushed him away. “Go shower. I’ll order dinner and then we can get them into bed and have a little alone time,” Atticus said, drawing him in for a kiss.
“Yeah, Freckles?” he asked, voice dropping low. “What did you have in mind?”
Atticus ran his top teeth across his full bottom lip, gaze scorching as he looked his husband up and down. “Well, first, I was thinking of taking these clothes off, then snuggling into our big, comfy bed…”
“Go on…”
“Then I’m gonna put that big, big—” Jericho could feel his dick taking an interest— “television of ours to good use. I’m talking the trashiest trash tv. I might even open a bottle of wine and dissociate for an hour or three.”
Jericho grinned. “Sexy, can I join in?”
“Maybe,” Atticus said, prissily. “If you promise to be quiet…and keep your hands to yourself.”
Jericho knew for a fact that the second one was bullshit. Freckles loved making him work for it. He wanted Jericho to tease and taunt and beg him just a little, before finally just taking what he wanted. All the while, his little pillow princess would huff and puff and act like he was doing Jericho the favor. It was so fucking sexy.
“If you don’t want me to talk then don’t put onReal Lives of Mormon Wives,” he added. “How do you expect me to stay silent when we watch that? They’re Mormon swingers, Freckles. Mormon swingers. Two years ago I thought thatwas an oxymoron…but now it's…a thing that lives rent free in my head.”
Atticus snorted, tugging him forward to fuck his tongue past his lips, exploring lazily. When he pulled back, he said, “You talked through every season of90 Day Fiancé. AndLove is Blind.AndThe Circle. You talked throughLove Island. Youeventalked throughSelling Sunset.”
Jericho bit at Atticus’s bottom lip, tugging it before freeing it with a pop. “I talk through them cause you get mad when I fall asleep.”
“It is possible to watch a show and stay silent while also staying awake,” Atticus pouted.
“Not if you’re me. Besides, I let you talk through my favorite movies all the time. Hell, the first time we watched a movie together, by the end of it, you’d practically given me a powerpoint presentation about the exploitation of children and the numerous child labor violations happening within The Goblin Kingdom.”
“I still maintain that using literal babies to run your kingdom is not only illegal and immoral but just bad business. Especially when you turn them into puppets. Also, his bulge alone should be grounds for a hostile work environment at least and a sexual harassment claim if nothing else.”
Jericho cut him off with a debauched moan right in his ear. “Yeah, that’s it, Freckles, talk to me about David Bowie’s huge bulge.”
Atticus snorted, shoving him away. “Go shower. You smell like motor oil.”
“You love the scent of motor oil,” Jericho reminded him. “It gets you all hot and bothered.”
“I do now,” Atticus said. “You’ve ruined me.”
“Not yet, but I will later if you let me,” Jericho said, giving him a grin filled with promise.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Consider me turned on. Go shower so we can spend time with our children.”
“What are you going to do with the Gingerbread Justice League over there,” he asked, nodding towards the cookies.
“I mean, they worked so hard on them. I figured we’d let them wrap them up and give them to their uncles. They’ll get a huge laugh out of it if nothing else. I was-I was also thinking maybe we should bake some more over the weekend as a family. That way they can finish making the cookies they wanted.”
