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“Oh, Angel you’re so good, so perfect,yes, your mouth is wonderful, so warm, so wet,yes, just like that-”

Although Liam had done this a few times before, it had never been this intense and he chalked that up to Owen. Feeling the cock in his mouth grow even more solid, Liam pushed down as far as he could go but Owen snapped to attention, bending in half and grasping the base with a tight hand.

“Wait!”

Liam pulled off, heaving for air while wiping his mouth and chin. Before he could ask what was wrong, Owen was tugging on his shoulders, bringing him close and adjusting him. Within seconds he was lying on top of Owen, that exquisite cock staring him in the face while his legs were splayed open, resting on either side of Owen’s shoulders, leaving him exposed and ready to be feasted on.

Pushing a pillow behind his head, Owen curled so his breath washed against Liam’s hanging shaft. “Is this okay?”

Shivering, Liam felt a flush rise in his cheeks, traveling down his neck. He had seen this in porn but never thought he’d actually get to do it. The thought of them pleasuring each other at the same time made him leak and a long thin drop of anticipation fell to Owen’s chest.

“Y-Yeah.” Liam was barely able to hold himself up as Owen caressed his cheeks, alternately squeezing and spreading them. Trying to focus, Liam licked at the warm liquid gathered at the tip of the cock in front of him and then laved along the shaft.

Warm wetness enveloped him and he cried out, forgetting what he was doing for a moment and unconsciously thrusting his hips, but Owen held him firm, kept him still, and once Liam came back to reality he began working Owen’s cock again. Taking it in little by little, he savored the feel of Owen under him, in him, surrounding him.

A gentle finger traced his rim as Owen sucked and swirled around Liam’s straining shaft in return, planting kisses down its length and then laving his tongue along the base. Soon they became one mind, one being, focused only on giving and receiving pleasure, building it higher and higher until they were only sparks of sensation chasing the crest, the echoes of their muffled moans bouncing off the walls around them.

Liam pushed Owen’s cock to the back of his throat, choking around it, and Owen did the same, swallowing Liam whole as he slid a finger inside. Letting out a gritty moan, Liam overloaded and his orgasm came barreling down on him without warning, wringing him dry as he screamed around the cock in his mouth.

Owen drank him down with a growl and then arched, filling Liam’s mouth with a similar offering. Liam swallowed it gratefully, sucking until Owen drew his hips away. Releasing each other, Liam slid off Owen, landing on the mattress with a deep exhale.

“Holy shit.” His limbs were too noodly for him to move. All he could do was turn his head and affirm that Owen was in a similar state. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath and there was a euphoric smile on his face that Liam was sure mirrored his own.

“Ditto.” Owen held his arm out, and Liam managed to twist around on the third try, collapsing onto Owen’s shoulder and nuzzling the skin there.

“That should certainly help you sleep tonight.” Liam sighed, revealing his ulterior motive. While Owen had been getting a few more hours a week it still wasn’t close to enough and Liam hoped that wearing him out would result in a good night’s rest. Owen tried to act like it was no big deal but it had been weeks and the circles under his eyes were deep, dark, and seemed to have moved in permanently. Marci had even texted with her concerns.

“I hope so.” Owen chuckled, rubbing his hand along the arm Liam had slung over him. “Because this is a lot more fun than melatonin.”

29

OWEN

Dad?Dad!Whereareyou?

With a gasp, Owen sat up in bed, head swiveling as he looked around, sure that he’d heard Michael calling for him. But, as usual, it was another dream. One that faded as Owen took in the dark bedroom, lit only by the clock that told him it was just past four in the morning. Glancing at Liam, who was curled on his side sound asleep, Owen ran a hand through his hair and breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart.

Once he was calm, he carefully left the bed, grabbing a towel from the adjoining bathroom and absently wiping the sweat from his brow and body as he tried to grab something from his vanishing dream, but all he remembered was Michael’s voice. It was tremulous, scared, reaching for Owen in a way that wrapped around his heart, squeezing it. He’d been battling vivid and disturbing dreams since the day Michael was taken; while they had waned as Owen’s life filled with The Pointe and Liam, the outcome of the custody battle and paternity test had jumpstarted them again, and they’d become a nightly ritual. He’d tried a lot of things, chamomile, restful lavender baths, counting his breath, meditation, melatonin, and - as of six hours ago - orgasm, but nothing was working. He knew he needed to see Dr. Lawson again but Liam had been the priority, easily distracting Owen, and he’d canceled his last few appointments.

At this point, Owen knew he wasn’t going to get any more sleep. If he tried, he’d only lie awake feeling guilty so he might as well get something done. He felt like a walking zombie but caffeine would fix that.

A few moments later he settled on the living room couch with a mug of coffee in hand. He thought about answering work emails from prospective wedding couples but the envelope of paperwork Liam had pulled from one of the boxes demanded his attention. The red flags were screaming again, telling him that all the proof he needed was right there, and while he wanted to delve in, he was hesitant.

Because if his hunch was correct then he’d only cause Liam more pain.

“Owen?” The way Liam said his name meant that he’d called it more than once and Owen pulled out of whatever dome of concentration he’d built to find that the living room was drenched in sunlight. He’d lost hours poring over bank statements, health information, life insurance beneficiary papers, and Liam’s old house deed. There were still a few things Owen hadn’t gotten to. While he’d put the frame of the puzzle together, he realized that there were missing pieces, as if Liam had been given just enough to ward off suspicion.

“Morning, Angel.” Owen stood, pecking Liam on the lips. “Last night was wonderful.”

“But not wonderful enough to help you sleep. How long have you been awake?” Liam put his hands on his hips, peering over Owen’s shoulder. “And what are you looking at?” He moved closer, looking at the documents spread out all over the coffee table.

“I’ve only been up a few hours.” It wasn’t really a lie. How much was a few? Four? “And I’m going over the paperwork you found yesterday.”

“Why?” There was hesitation and anxiety in Liam’s voice and it echoed in his eyes.

“I wanted to make sure that everything was on the up and up.” Owen started to gather the documents, tapping the pile on the table to neaten the stacks.

“But Laurence took care of it. And he’s a lawyer so-”

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