Matthew rested his head in his hand and arched a brow in his best attempt at seduction. He was fairly sure that he looked like more like a bedraggled squirrel than a sultry vixen, but he figured it was worth a shot. “I could fix that…”
Damien snorted. Apparently, Matthew was as skilled at seduction as he was with lying. “After, baby. I promise.”
Matthew rolled onto his back dramatically. “Fiiine.”
“Is this you asking for punishment?” Damien cocked a brow. “Don’t test Daddy, baby. Be good. Since I refuse to spank you when you’re sick and pregnant, Iwillwithhold your nightly dicking if you start being bratty.”
“I’ll be good,” Matthew promised. He sat up and kissed Damien’s shoulder, then smoothed his hair. “Let’s call your dad.”
* * *
Damien’s father—Bigg Daddy, as Damien called him—was a large man with a lumberjack’s build and a beard to match. His cheeks were full and high, flushed red like he’d enjoyed a glass of whiskey a little too quickly. While some of his features were elegant, his face was made portly by his boxy jaw and square chin. By looks alone, Bigg Daddy was a man’s man—the kind who’d come in from the garage smelling of sawdust and motor oil, hook his arm over the back of his kitchen chair, and belly laugh at his own joke while dinner cooked in the oven.
When he appeared on the screen, Matthew was almost certain that Damien had dialed the wrong number. If it hadn’t been for the playfulness lighting Bigg Daddy’s dark eyes from the inside, Matthew would have thought they weren’t related at all.
“Damien!” Bigg Daddy greeted in a booming voice. In the next moment, surprise visibly widened his eyes. “Oh, and you’re not alone. Hello, Damien-associate.”
“Hello.” Matthew smiled and curled his fingers in a shy wave. While Bigg Daddy’s expression was kind and his tone gave Matthew no reason to suspect that he was short-tempered, he was intimidating by appearance alone. It was no wonder Damien was so concerned about looking just right for tonight’s phone call.
“Associate.” Damien scoffed. He wrapped his arm around Matthew’s shoulders, tugged him close, and kissed the side of his head. “Dad, I’d like you to meet Matthew Gwynn—my boyfriend.”
“It really must be my birthday. I’ll be. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Matthew.”
“Likewise.”
Damien’s arm slid from around Matthew’s shoulders until his hand was in prime position to cup Matthew’s ass. Which he did. Matthew had to bite his cheek to keep from giving Damien a dirty look.
This meant war.
“We figured today would be a good day to call and have you meet,” Damien explained. He groped Matthew’s ass, further cementing his imminent doom. “There’s been a lot of change going on in my life—good, for the most part. The kind of change you’d want to call your father on his birthday to tell him about.”
“Smart move. It’s a gift to see you happy with someone.” Bigg Daddy smiled in such a heartfelt and wholesome way that Matthew almost felt bad for palming Damien’s hardened cock.
Almost.
It was unfortunate for Damien that when it came to returning fire, Matthew was remorseless.
Damien audibly gasped, then tried his hardest to play it off like a yawn. He released Matthew’s ass, but no sooner did he than his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of Matthew’s pajama bottoms. He toyed with the elastic of Matthew’s underwear threateningly.
Matthew refused to let up.
“We thought you might get a kick out of it.” Damien’s teeth sank into his bottom lip. The gesture was subtle—Bigg Daddy likely wouldn’t notice. “Your oldest son, the eternal bachelor, introducing you to his partner on your birthday. What could get better than that?”
Damien’s hand pushed past the elastic and his fingers invaded the valley between Matthew’s cheeks. Before Matthew could clench, Damien slipped a finger into him. Matthew shivered and pushed into Damien’s side, but Damien seemed about as ready to stop as he was to forsake breathing.
Two could play at that game.
While Matthew tried his best not to let on that Bigg Daddy’s son was finger fucking him on camera, Matthew undid Damien’s fly and tugged down his boxer-briefs so he could toy with the silken skin of Damien’s cock.
“The gift you sent me, for one.” Bigg Daddy arched an eyebrow in a way eerily similar to Damien when he thought something didn’t quite add up. “Am I missing something?”
“Yeah.” Damien shifted his thighs in an attempt to dislodge Matthew’s hand, but Matthew was having none of it. In retaliation, Damien started to pump his finger in and out of Matthew’s ass. Matthew tried to disguise his involuntary moan as a sneeze, but it ended up sounding as though he were imitating an ape.
Bigg Daddy furrowed his brow.
“What my little Homo sapiens means to say is that we have another present for you—something we wanted to share with you our…” Damien sucked in a breath. Matthew had adjusted his grip, enabling him to pump Damien’s cock. Very slowly, Damien released his breath, then continued. “Ourselves.”
“Damien, are you okay?”
