Swear to god.
Caleb’s screen lagged, and when it corrected itself, a picture message loaded. Jayne, who still wore last night’s slightly smudged makeup, sat in the passenger seat of the Jag, hot as hell despite how disheveled he was. The top button of his shirt was undone, allowing what was left of the fine glitter on his chest to sparkle in the sunlight. As if having the car interior in the picture wasn’t proof enough that Everett had found their unicorn, Everett had angled the shot to include part of his face and a fraction of his shoulder.
Caleb tapped the X at the top of the photo, but as it closed, he noticed a detail he hadn’t seen at first glance. Intrigued, he opened the photo back up. Everett and Jayne had stolen the show in the front seat, looking fine as fuck together, but they weren’t alone in the car. Behind them, barely visible between the front seats, was a scowling, surly-looking teenager with sideswept auburn hair mostly hidden beneath the hood of a black zip-up sweater, who looked like he was sitting on the floor behind them.
Bad news, Everett. Either the Jag is haunted, or there’s a potential teenage ax murderer right behind you.Caleb paused. He considered the text, then added on to it.You might end up getting out alive. Teenagers aren’t usually fully fledged ax murderers. He might only be apprenticing, which means that there’s a good chance he’ll only come at you with a hatchet. And, bonus, if he does manage to thwack you with it, he’s probably too inexperienced to know all the best places to hack someone to death. If you act like nothing’s wrong and park somewhere, you’ll probably be able to bail and get out with minor injuries.
It only took a few seconds for Everett to start typing. Caleb, thoroughly engrossed in the conversation, abandoned the dishes and headed for the living room, where he made himself comfortable on his leather sofa.
I see you typing,Caleb wrote.I’m hoping that for the sake of my poor car, it’s Jayne transcribing the message for you. If you crash the Jag, I’ll go out there and find a fully fledged ax murderer to go after you—one that’ll know where to chop.
Keep sending me messages like that and I’ll be laughing so hard, Iwillcrash.
Caleb grinned. He kicked his legs up so his ankles rested on the top of his couch. The button of his boxer-briefs gave out again, and gravity made his dick tumble loose. Caleb glared at it, tucked it back into his pants, and made a mental note to set his underwear on fire.
But you’ll be glad to know that I’m not driving rn,Everett continued.We’re parked outside the babysitter’s place trying to get some plans worked out. The ax-murderer kid you saw in the background is Jayne’s brother.
Jayne’s brother? Caleb enlarged the photo to get a better look at the kid’s face. It was hard to tell from the shot alone, but Jayne and the kid didn’t look all that similar. Maybe it came down to teenage angst. If Jayne scowled, ditched the glitter, and tugged his hair over his face like a shield, they’d probably look like twins.
Why the hell was that kid being babysat?Caleb asked.He looks like he might almost be legal. Don’t tell me that Jayne’s brother is your brother’s babysitter.
I’m dying. No, he’s not the babysitter. To be honest, I have no idea what his brother was doing there, but I don’t think it’s really my place to ask. They have their reasons, I’m sure.
So that’s why Jayne had to GTFO this morning? To pick up his teenage brother from the babysitter?
No. Well, yes? But still, no. I think the main reason he was so desperate to leave our place wasn’t because of his brother, it was because of his son.
Caleb squinted at the screen of his phone, considering the thought. Jayne was a dad?He has a kid?
Yeah. His son’s name is Parker. I think he’s about six months old.
A father, huh? Caleb planted his feet on the plush back cushion of the couch and lifted his hips in a lazy stretch. The whole Daddy kink scene wasn’t his bag, but this was different. Jayne was a young single dad, not an older guy with salt-and-pepper hair with an extreme sugar baby fetish. The rules were different. Jayne wasn’t the kind of guy who’d be on standby twenty-four seven for booty calls. No. If Jayne wanted them, he’d have to carve out time from his schedule and make arrangements to see them. He’d have to want it so bad that he’d put everything else on hold to ride their cocks.
Fuck,was that hot.
Caleb had no desire for children of his own, but a hot single dad? Any day, all day, and preferably more than once a day.
Parker’s cute,Everett continued, instantly killing Caleb’s boner.He’s just learning how to roll around, and before long, he’ll be sitting up. He’s at that stage where he’s making all these sounds with his mouth nonstop, like he’s trying to talk. Do you remember when Penelope would go on for hours making nonsense sounds?
Caleb did, but he preferred not to think about his infant niece’s development so soon after imagining Jayne slipping into their bed, too horny to function.Yeah. So, uh, back to Jayne, right? What are you guys doing right now? Why’s he in the Jag with you?
He came straight here from our place to pick up the kids, but he’d brought over a big play set for Parker that he would have had to come back for in his own car. I told him not to worry about it and that I’d drive him home… and then I invited him out to breakfast. I’ll drop him off after we eat. I’m sorry I didn’t check in with you first, but I figured it’d be okay, since we had that discussion this morning about tracking him down and inviting him back home.
Fuck yeah, Caleb was okay with it. He grinned and shifted his hips, but before he could get comfortable, his fly popped open again. This time, he didn’t bother tucking his dick back in. If it wanted to hang wild and free, that was its prerogative. He was done trying to tell it what to do.I’ll pay for it.
Caleb’s free-range cock twitched at the idea. Forking over his cash so that his boyfriend could take the man they both wanted out on a date? It was a first, but the thought of it was hotter than Caleb could have anticipated. He and Everett had never actively dated anyone but each other before—every partner they’d brought to bed had been found at their club of choice, seduced, banged, then discarded. Half the time, Caleb didn’t even bother to get their name. Until Jayne had sauntered up to them, blacked out, and promptly wobbled his way out of their condo untouched, Caleb had never seen the point—their thirds were told up front that they weren’t looking for commitment, and that it would be a one-time deal.
Jayne, though?
Jayne had offered them everything, then taken it all back. He’d given them someone to chase, and Caleb hungered to join Everett on the hunt.
Which credit card do you want me to use?Everett asked.
The sapphire.
You got it.Another text followed soon after.What’s our budget?
Fuck, how much are you planning to spend?Caleb snickered.It’s breakfast, right? You’re with your brother’s kids and his? Like… no more than five hundred. You might have to skimp on the side order of gold foil, but something tells me you’ll probably be able to manage.
