His Daddy often teased James about his age and how he could come several times in a row. James would take all the teasing in the world if it got him more orgasms. Driving his hips forward, he quickened his pace until he came down Jacob’s throat.
Sitting back on his heels, Jacob licked his lips before pulling James up and kissing him.
He could taste himself on Jacob’s tongue. A flavor that James hadn’t been sure about the first time Jacob kissed him after giving him a blow job. Now James wished he could always taste that flavor on his Daddy’s tongue. James was getting quite obsessed with the taste.
Honking pulled James out of his sated state. He groaned.
“Your brother is home,” Jacob said as he helped James fix his clothing. He rose and lifted James to his feet.
“Might as well get this over with,” James grumbled.
“Baby—”“
James turned and yanked Jacob closer after grabbing his Daddy’s hand. “Not hiding us.”
“You could still tell him we’re dating.” Jacob wrapped an arm around his waist. “You don’t have to tell him everything.”
James rolled his eyes. “Twins, remember? He’ll know. He always knows when I’m hiding something.”
Jacob nodded. “Okay then. I put some casseroles inside the fridge of the apartment. He’ll have plenty to eat or can come here and have meals with us.”
So maybe James had not actually returned to his garage apartment after the first night he and Jacob had spent together. Too soon? Like James gave a shit. Jacob was his. And with his crazy schedules, James was not wasting what little time he had with Jacob.
Jacob led him from the playroom. “I do have to ask about the jar full of tiny penises.”
James snorted out a laugh. “Fucking Jackson!”
“Ah,” Jacob said as they walked together down the hall. “I see.”
“They’re everywhere,” James bitched. “I found one inside my jeans yesterday. Inside the pocket! How did he even manage that?”
“I don’t know, baby.” Jacob’s amusement was evident.
“Scott can find the rest. I am so over the damn things being everywhere. Jackson is never to stay inside this house. Just no.” James would put his foot down on that.
They reached the kitchen and continued to the back door. Jacob pulled it open, releasing James completely.
Nope, that was not going to work.
James threaded his fingers with his Daddy’s before yanking him through the door.
Scott was at the trunk of the SUV, pulling out two bags. He glanced over at them and froze with his mouth falling open.
“Hey, bro.” James tried to sound casual.
Scott dropped the bags at his feet. “Really?”
“Really what?” James demanded defensively.
“You really had to do this now?” Scott said. “Now!”
Irritation and anger built. “What’s that supposed to mean.” James had never felt this way toward his twin.
“Baby,” Jacob whispered.
“No,” James told his boyfriend. He focused on Scott. “If you’ve got a problem—”
Scott snorted as he closed the back of the SUV. “You cost me twenty bucks, asshole.”
