“Things are going to be fine, Son, I promise you we will get through this.” She tapped his hand, and they stayed in that spot for a long time.
“I’m still pissed that you risked putting me and my children in danger.”
“I know, and you have a right to be.”
They didn’t speak anymore and simply stood there and held on to each other.
* * *
Lucas stoodat his bedroom window of his rented home looking out, thinking of the conversation he had with his mom. He still wasn’t ready to forgive his father, granted it was one night and they were both drunk, he wasn’t ready to let bygones be bygones. He rubbed his stomach and thought what he would do if Tucker were to cheat on him.
Would I forgive him as easily as my mother did with my father?
Both of his parentscheated, and as much as he wanted to brush his feelings under the rug, his mother’s emotional attachment to someone other than his father bothered him a little. Lucas took his marital vows to heart, and he knew Tucker did as well. No one was perfect, it was something he kept repeating to himself, and he knew that in his heart, but in his head, he couldn’t reason with it. He smiled when he felt quick movements in his stomach. The twins were more restless at night, which kept him up. He missed Tucker and wanted his husband to be with him, to feel his masculine arms wrapped around him, and embrace their safety.
He realized the irony that four almost five months ago he couldn’t fathom the thought that he’d want to be in the arms of another man, but at that moment, he wanted Tucker next to him. Lucas closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the window pane wishing that Tucker was really there with him. He opened his eyes, reached into his pocket and pulled out his new cell phone, bringing up Tucker’s number.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Tucker asked in a sultry voice that went straight to his cock.
“What are you wearing?” he asked instead of an answered.
Tucker was silent for a second before answering. “Blue shirt and slacks.”
Lucas closed his eyes and turned, resting his back on the window, his hand slowly drifted down to his crotch palming his erection. “Which blue shirt?”
“The dark-blue one you bought me before you left,” Tucker whispered.
“Are you wearing the tie I bought to go with it?”
“Yes.”
Lucas instantly conjured an image of Tucker wearing his dark-blue shirt with the first top three buttons undone and his blue tie loosely hung around his neck in his mind. “I want you to tie me up with that tie,” he said not giving Tucker a chance to say anything. “Put my hands above my head, blindfold me with another.”
“What else?”
He smirked, loving that Tucker seemed to go along with his imagination. “I want to feel your hot wet tongue on my nipples before you bite down hard making me scream out your name.”
Tucker grunted on the other end of the phone. “Turn on your laptop.”
Lucas opened his eyes and walked over to his bed and saw the app they used so that Zoi could see her papa was already up, and Tucker was already on the screen; he hung up and turned up the volume. He was in Lucas’ office and just as he had imagined his husband in the dark-blue shirt with the top three buttons undone and his blue tie hanging loosely around his neck.
Gods, he’s sexy.
“Is your door locked? I don’t want anyone tointerrupt us.” Lucas nodded. “Good, now get on your knees and take off your shirt.” Throwing his phone on the bed, he reached for the hem of his shirt and was about to pull it up but stopped when Tucker spoke. “Stop, I want you to do it slowly. And keep your eyes on me.” Lucas nodded and watched as Tucker started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt leaving it open, sliding one hand under his shirt pinching his nipples. “Come on, baby, let me see that sexy body of yours; take off your shirt.”
Slowly he pulled his shirt over his head and smirked when Tucker grunted and licked his lips. “Suck on your fingers, pretend it’s my cock.” Lucas brought two of his fingers to his mouth as he reached down with the other hand to touch his cock. “Don’t you dare touch your cock, not until I tell you to.”
Lucas moaned around the fingers in his mouth. He loved seeing this side of Tucker when he took control, and he happily gave in doing what his man wanted. His cock was hard, tenting the sweats he was wearing. He didn’t feel worried or embarrassed showing this side of himself to Tucker, the man accepted and embraced him, made him feel sexy with the growing changes in his body. Before he went into hiding, Tucker would rub and kiss his growing baby bumped.
"Rub your wet fingers over your nipples."
Pulling his fingers from his mouth, he rubbed them over his nipples pinching the sensitive nubs, watching Tucker’s eyes dilate. Slowly he moved his other hand down slipping them inside his sweatpants and circled his cock. That time Tucker didn’t stop him.
“I want to see you,” he told Tucker.
“What do you want to see?”
“You, stroking your cock, fucking your hand and telling me all the things you’re going to do to me when we see each other again.”
