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“Hey,” Connor said thickly, then peeled back the covers in silent invitation.

Jesse locked the door, then climbed into bed, immediately sliding close and slinging his leg over Connor’s thigh. “Hey,” he whispered against Connor’s mouth.

And then they were kissing again, like they were picking up where they’d left off earlier. Only now, Jesse’s mouth tasted of mint and Connor let his hands roam up under Jesse’s shirt. Jesse made a quiet sound of protest when Connor gently cupped his dick.

“Do you want this?” Connor asked softly, kissing his neck and letting his teeth graze a sensitive spot before he drew back.

Jesse nodded, his eyes wide and surprised. “Do you? You were the one who put the ‘no sex while the kids are in the house’ rule in place.”

“I changed my mind,” Connor admitted.

Jesse gave him a long, searching look, then nodded, pulling him closer.

Connor thought about licking his palm and stroking Jesse’s cock, then thought better of it, rolling Jesse onto his back and tugging down his pajamas and underwear. Jesse wasn’t fully hard yet, but Connor took him in his mouth and swallowed him down, a little clumsy but eager to taste him again.

He felt a little drunk on the scent of Jesse’s skin as he bobbed over him, loving the way he grew harder with every flick of Connor’s tongue.

Jesse let out a muffled gasp and Connor glanced up the length of his body to see him biting his own arm. He knocked Jesse’s arm aside, pushing his fingers into Jesse’s mouth and letting him suck.

Jesse let out a pleased noise, swirling his tongue around Connor’s fingers in a way that reminded Connor of when Jesse sucked his cock.

Ooh, he had an evenbetteridea.

He slid away from Jesse, who made a wounded little noise, but Connor shushed him, shucking off his own clothing as quickly as possible before he settled on his side on the bed, head by Jesse’s feet. Jesse’s smile brightened and he immediately reached for Connor, pulling him close.

It took Connor a moment to get all of their limbs positioned right until they ended up half on their sides. Connor pushed Jesse’s leg up and out of the way so he could reach his cock better and he had a moment of gratitude for Jesse’s flexibility before Jesse took his cock in his mouth and he couldn’t think at all.

It should have been awkward, trying to focus on giving Jesse pleasure while Jesse did his damndest to get Connor off in record time, all while trying to remain quiet. But it felt natural. There was this perfect feedback loop of his pleasure and Jesse’s blending together, egging the other on and when Connor finally came, thighs shaking and abs drawn tight, he greedily drank Jesse’s release, then pulled off, gasping and pressing his cheek to Jesse’s muscular thigh.

With Jesse’s help, he got turned around the right way and lay back, chest still heaving when Jesse cuddled close.

Lightheaded from the orgasm and dizzy with his feelings, Connor pressed their foreheads together, breathing Jesse in, hating the way his eyes felt damp at the thought of ever losing this.

But Jesse kissed him softly, gently, and all Connor could do was be grateful he had him for a little while.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Jesse awoke to the sound of crying. It took him a moment to figure out where the hell he was and what was going on before everything clicked.

“Daddy!” The wail grew closer and Jesse shook Connor out of a deep sleep.

“Maura’s coming,” he whispered before he rolled over Connor’s body and onto the rug on the far side of the bed away from the door. He winced when his elbow clunked into the nightstand and he landed with a heavy thump.

Oww.

Connor flicked on the light, peering down with a frown, clearly not registering the urgency of the situation. Jesse flapped his hand and whispered, “Maura. Nightmare. DO something.”

Connor popped into an upright position and when the door handle rattled, Jesse was suddenly grateful they’d re-dressed in their pajamas before they fell asleep. When Connor stood, Jesse wiggled closer to the bedframe. There was no way he could fitunder the bed but as long as no limbs were sticking out, they’d probably be okay.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Connor crooned as he opened the door. “C’mere. What’s going on?”

“Nightmare.” There was a soft, hiccupping sob and Jesse’s heart panged.

“Wanna tell me about it?” After a soft sound like Connor had settled on the mattress again, Jesse could see Connor’s bare feet resting on the rug in the sliver of space under the bed.

Jesse felt another funny little pang in his chest. This was such an intimate, personal moment between Connor and his daughter.

Maura sniffled. “Monster was gonna eat my toes.”

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