While he disappeared from the screen, Wilder bounced up and down. “Mated, mated? I didn’t notice any mark on your neck. When did it happen?”
Kari made a choking noise before smothering his laughter. “Let’s see how you explain this.”
“Daddy,” he grumbled with embarrassment, forgetting himself.
Oh…
It took all his courage not to look away from the three startled gazes. Ziggy, Lennon and Isley, already aware of his secret, didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow.
“What did you say?” Wilder asked, eyes narrowing.
“There’s nothing wrong with Bowie having a Daddy, my brother is one,” Lennon jumped in and Bowie sniffed back the tears at the show of support.
“I never said there was,” Wilder responded vehemently. “Ziggy is dominant with Silas. So what difference is this? It’s just a different kink, right, Kari?”
Bowie hadn’t realized Kari had moved until a hand touched his shoulder. “Exactly.” He sat on the couch and gently ran a reassuring hand up and down his arm. “If you have any questions, then I’ll be happy to answer them.”
“Nooo, Daddy, they’ll have all the questions! And then Wilder will start talking about not getting any peen, and then where will we be?” Bowie groaned, knowing that was exactly what was going to happen.
“Please, no talk of peen,” Hollis, who had returned with a full glass, begged.
“I have two!” Monty declared, and Bowie although understood what Monty was doing, he didn’t need him to deflect this conversation. His family—not the biological one, no, the one sat in their own homes giggling and not judging him for lacking in some way—loved him without restriction. The same as Kari. He gave that a moment to sink in, because although he’d always known deep down, his fear had gotten a little in his way and obscured his view.
Then he gave a cheeky smirk at the screen. “That maybe so, but my Daddy’s peen has—”
Kari placed a hand over his mouth, stopping him from saying more. The others burst out laughing, even Hollis when Kari muttered, “And that’s enough talk about my peen.”
Bowie darted back, freeing his mouth to announce boldly, “Teeth marks on it!”
“Oh, gods, I’ve created a monster,” Kari groaned, adding to the hilarity.
“Let’s see,” Wilder demanded unashamedly.
Isley snorted. “Yeah, come on Kari.”
The man in question stuttered, “N-Not on y-your life.”
Hollis, who had drained his second glass and sounded a little tipsy with the way he was giggling uncontrollably, suggested, “Maybe we need a brother peen competition?”
Stunned silence followed the suggestion, and then everyone was falling about laughing.
“Kendrick isn’t one of the brothers, but can we add him to cause his is a monster peen.”
“Is it always like this?” Kari asked in alarm.
“No, sometimes we’re worse,” Wilder replied as he righted himself, “much worse.”
Bowie rested his head on Kari’s knee and grinned up at him. “Isn’t this great?”
“We’ll have no sappy stuff,” Lennon giggled. “Tonight is for cutting loose of our alphas.”
Bowie blinked and thought it was an odd choice of words when Lennon didn’t have an alpha. His lips parted to ask what Lennon meant, but Frey changed the topic back to Bowie’s mating. “Have you told Lane and Derick?”
“No, but we will be sharing with the rest ofour familytomorrow. Isn’t that right Babycakes?” questioned Kari.
Turning, Bowie puckered up his lips, nodding. The kiss was swift and tasted sweet, and before his lips could part to deepen it, Frey called out, “Enough of that! Let's get back to Monty. Have you done the double peen?”
“Fuck, that’s my brother you’re talking about.”
