Six(ish) Sentence Sunday (NSFW)

More from Cleaving Chapter 7

“I regret nothing. Last night was fantastic. It felt so good to be with you again. If I blush around your mom for a few days, it’s all worth it.”

Zach couldn’t help but respond with a sweet kiss that turned inviting and then heated. And now when he moaned, Chris didn’t hold back at all. Fuck it felt absolutely decadent to have a day to themselves where they could just savor each other. And part of him wanted to take Chris apart right there, but then again, no need to hide behind locked doors.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s go take a shower. There’s no drought, and no one to walk in on us.”

Chris didn’t even answer. He just smiled and grabbed the bottle of lube and walked — a little stiffly, Zach noted with a smile — naked across the hall, giving Zach a gorgeous view. He followed Chris, unable to keep his hands to himself, kissing him languidly as the water warmed. Once the room started filling with steam, they opened the glass door and moved under the water, rotating first so Zach was under the water, then Chris, and finally ending up with Zach pressed against the wall and Chris on his knees and fucking christ it was even better than last night. Chris had two fingers in him, and was swallowing him down with such enthusiasm he was repeatedly hitting the back of Chris’ throat. He was far too close to losing it, and that’s not what he wanted this morning.

“Come here,” he said too softly, tugging at Chris’ hair to make the mind-blowing mouth stop for just a second. Chris looked up, question in his eyes.

“I want you.”

Mood board for Cleaving Chapter 7 pt 2.

Though this is becoming a long chapter, so if I end up splitting it, I may have to revise this caption.

bluewater9 replied to your post:Six(ish) Sentence Sunday (very late)

I love Zach’s mom (and this whole stream).

Thank you!

captainkatieb replied to your post “Six(ish) Sentence Sunday (very late)”

oh my gosh /boys/ ❤

Every parent has this moment…

hopeforyouyet replied to your post “Six(ish) Sentence Sunday (very late)”

This makes me so happy!

Yay! **throws confetti**

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday (very late)

ato-the-bean:

From Cleaving…yes, I managed to write a bit more again.

Zach woke to a bright, warm room and a naked Christopher sprawled over him and half the covers gone because someone had overheated and kicked them all off and—

And the sound of the turning door handle, holy shit. He jerked his head up and met Chris’ with a thunk and a pain in his nose and flashes of Three Stooges scenes dancing in his stinging eyes. Chris was grabbing at the covers, but their legs were out and there was no way to hide that they were naked. His mind began searching for something to say to his son when the sound occurred again and he remembered the door was locked. He grasped Chris’ arm to still him and they both listened as a smal, toddler voice called out, “Daddy! Babbo! G’up!”

It was answered by a hushed voice on the other side of the door. “No, sweet boy. We’re going to let them sleep, remember. We’re going out.”

“Grumbles,” Nathan protested.

“We’ll get breakfast on the way to the church. A special breakfast. Daddy and Babbo will eat when they get up. Don’t worry about them. And we’re going to be gone all day,” she said just a little louder, before they heard her shuffle their son down the stairs.

Chris dropped his forehead onto Zach’s chest, shaking with relieved laughter. “Your mom is such an enabler,” he said, blushing wildly. “How loud was I last night?”

They had started out quiet, Zach was sure. But they had both gotten pretty deep into what they were doing and not particularly aware of their surroundings, the state of the bed and clothes scattered all over the room case in point.

“Probably best not to think of it,” Zach answered, pulling Chris back down on his chest.

“I’m going to have to get her some flowers or something before I can look her in the eye again.”

Zach chuckled and held him tighter. “I’m sure we can find something. Though I’m pretty sure she’s aware we have sex, so it probably isn’t necessary.” Truth was, after some of their discussions regarding Chris’ reluctance in wedding planning, his mom might have actually been pleased to hear a few sounds coming through the walls, though he hoped they’d kept it down for the most part. “Maybe she’s a heavy sleeper?” he added hopefully.

Chris groaned, burying his face in Zach’s chest again. After a
moment, though he was wrapping his arms around Zach and pressing kisses
into his skin. “I regret nothing.”

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday (very late)

From Cleaving…yes, I managed to write a bit more again.

Zach woke to a bright, warm room and a naked Christopher sprawled over him and half the covers gone because someone had overheated and kicked them all off and—

And the sound of the turning door handle, holy shit. He jerked his head up and met Chris’ with a thunk and a pain in his nose and flashes of Three Stooges scenes dancing in his stinging eyes. Chris was grabbing at the covers, but their legs were out and there was no way to hide that they were naked. His mind began searching for something to say to his son when the sound occurred again and he remembered the door was locked. He grasped Chris’ arm to still him and they both listened as a smal, toddler voice called out, “Daddy! Babbo! G’up!”

It was answered by a hushed voice on the other side of the door. “No, sweet boy. We’re going to let them sleep, remember. We’re going out.”

“Grumbles,” Nathan protested.

“We’ll get breakfast on the way to the church. A special breakfast. Daddy and Babbo will eat when they get up. Don’t worry about them. And we’re going to be gone all day,” she said just a little louder, before they heard her shuffle their son down the stairs.

Chris dropped his forehead onto Zach’s chest, shaking with relieved laughter. “Your mom is such an enabler,” he said, blushing wildly. “How loud was I last night?”

They had started out quiet, Zach was sure. But they had both gotten pretty deep into what they were doing and not particularly aware of their surroundings, the state of the bed and clothes scattered all over the room case in point.

“Probably best not to think of it,” Zach answered, pulling Chris back down on his chest.

“I’m going to have to get her some flowers or something before I can look her in the eye again.”

Zach chuckled and held him tighter. “I’m sure we can find something. Though I’m pretty sure she’s aware we have sex, so it probably isn’t necessary.” Truth was, after some of their discussions regarding Chris’ reluctance in wedding planning, his mom might have actually been pleased to hear a few sounds coming through the walls, though he hoped they’d kept it down for the most part. “Maybe she’s a heavy sleeper?” he added hopefully.

Chris groaned, burying his face in Zach’s chest again. After a
moment, though he was wrapping his arms around Zach and pressing kisses
into his skin. “I regret nothing.”