“I’m guessing this is one of Marcus’s plans?”
William nodded
“He came up with it and had me suggest it to Dad, and then he convinced Dad that it was a good idea,” William said. He wrinkled his nose. “They’ve been fighting a lot since you left. I think you’re the first thing they’ve ever really disagreed on.”
Steve frowned, unhappy that he’d caused strife between Marcus and their dad.
Their dad was awful when he was in a temper.
“Thanks,” Steve said, looking at William and making sure he understood just how grateful he was.
“Of course, we want you to come home.”
“I’m guessing Mom stayed out of it?” Steve asked.
“She offered to help, but Marcus said it would be better if she didn’t get involved. You know how Dad gets with her.”
Steve nodded, remembering all the fights he’d witnessed between them when he was little. Though his parents had been divorced since William was a baby, that hadn’t stopped them from going at it like cats and dogs.
“So will you come home?” William asked, hopeful.
Steve nodded. There was no other answer, and though he appreciated his new friendships with Dylan, Ryker and August, he didn’t have a future with them.
“Yeah, I think I will.” He grabbed William’s shoulder and squeezed it. “Thanks for helping Marcus and getting Dad to compromise.”
William grinned, looking away and mumbling, “You’re welcome.”
30
DYLAN
Dylan spent his Thursday in the lab, fixing one of the 3D printing machines. It had clogged, and now Dylan had to determine if there was an issue with his polymer mix, or if the machine was just broken.
He didn’t get home until after eight, though he didn’t mind since he had figured out the problem with the machine. One of the undergrads had used it, andsomethingthey did had fucked up the mechanism that melted the resin and caused an issue with how the melted mix was laid down on the printing platform.
Dylan was just pleased that the issue hadn’t been his fault, and that he didn’t have to ditch his latest mix.
“There’s dinner in the fridge,” Ryker said, greeting him by the door and pulling him in for a kiss. “August just got back from the gym. He’s in the shower.”
Ryker held Dylan by the front of his shirt, lifting him up on his toes as he laid another kiss on his mouth.
Dylan clutched at his muscular arms, opening his mouth as Ryker backed him into the wall and deepened the kiss.
“Missed you today,” Ryker growled, sliding Dylan up the wall until he was off his feet and Ryker could kiss him without having to bend down. “I kept thinking how nice it would be if I had you tied up under my desk, warming my cock and humping my leg like a good little puppy.”
Dylan’s cock pulsed, his stomach heating at the mental picture Ryker painted. Dylan could picture it clearly. He’d sit at Ryker’s feet, between his tree-trunk thighs and big dress shoes, lapping at his cock and drinking down his pre-come as he hugged his leg.
It sounded like heaven.
“Are you hungry?” Ryker asked, keeping Dylan pinned against the wall, but leaning back to study his face.
“Not really,” Dylan mumbled. His stomach rumbled, revealing him to be a liar. He flushed.
“You can have my cock after you eat,” Ryker said, as though he were making some magnanimous offer. “And then you can sit on my knot as we plan our weekend. August has rented out an ice rink for us on Saturday to play out your hockey fantasy.”
Dylan laughed. He should have expected nothing less.
“Are you going to dress up like hockey players?” he asked.
