Carver looked to Tex, but his husband just shrugged. “You can go to the guest room, if you want. Peter and I would just join you there after we ate.”
“All right, if you’re sure,” Carver said, relaxing back into the mattress. His balls were full and heavy, but his restlessness had abated now that he knew they would be taking care of his rut.
“We are,” Peter said, pushing under Carver’s arm and tucking himself in under his shoulder. Tex rolled with him, blanketing his other side and leaving him well and truly nestled between them.
They stayed there, pressed together, Carver’s cock thick and hard as they waited for the pizza. When the doorbell finally rang, Tex jumped up and wrapped a sheet around his waist, going to the door to collect their food.
When Tex came back, the first thing Carver noticed was his hard cock tenting the cotton sheet. The pizza delivery boy must have gotten quite an eyeful.
“Food’s here,” Tex said, putting the two large pizza boxes down on the mattress. “Let’s eat.”
Carver pushed up into a sitting position, back against the headboard, and pulled Peter onto his lap. The feel of his hard cock against Peter’s lower back felt like heaven, and he couldn’t wait to push Peter forward and fuck into him.
But first, they had to eat. Carver hadn’t paid it any attention before, but now that the food was in front of him, he was starving.
Peter reached for a slice, but Carver slapped his hand away, pushing his arm down onto his lap.
“I want to feed you,” he said, voice rumbling. He reached for the pizza box and picked up a slice, bringing it to Peter’s lips.
Peter opened his mouth, accepting the food Carver provided and chewing off a piece.
Warmth bloomed in Carver’s stomach, a tingling sensation that only made his cock harder. Taking a bite for himself while Peter chewed, Carver brought the pizza back to Peter’s lips.
“Fuck, I forgot drinks,” Tex said, jumping off the bed. His hard cock swung in a wide arc as he swung his legs off the mattress, his balls dangling like a heavy pendulum.
He looked good.
“Hurry back,” Peter said, sounding happy.
“I will,” Tex promised, grinning. He walked out of the room, the sight of his muscular ass making Carver grin.
“He’s so hot,” Peter mused, pulling on Carver’s wrist for the pizza to be brought back to his mouth.
“He is,” Carver agreed.
“And scary,” Peter said, chewing and sounding thoughtful. There was no fear in his voice, just an admiration that Carver could eagerly get behind. Peter turned his head and looked up at him. “Do you think my uncle will be okay?”
“I think so,” Carver said. The mention of Peter’s uncle reminded him he needed to call his mother. She would know what to do about Peter’s uncle, and about Peter’s sister’s blackmail.
That was not something his mother would tolerate hanging over her head.
“I can’t believe he tried to kidnap me,” Peter said. He sounded sad, and Carver rubbed his chest to comfort him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, offering Peter another bite of pizza.
“Sorry about what?” Tex asked, coming back into the bedroom carrying a six-pack of beer.
“My uncle,” Peter said, making Tex scowl.
“I should have just ripped his throat out,” Tex grumbled, getting back on the bed and sitting down with his legs spread on either side of the pizza boxes. “Can’t believe I let him go.”
Carver knew exactly how he was feeling.
“I’m glad you did,” Peter said.
“He’s your family,” Tex said to Peter, more understanding than Carver expected. “I get that.”
They finished eating, scarfing down both pizzas and all six beers, Carver’s cock leaking a steady stream of pre-come against Peter’s back.
