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“Every day?”
Silas chuckled softly. “Yes, baby boy. Over and over.”
“Let’s get you into that shower,” Bran suggested. “That way we’re upstairs and all naked and we can explore hardness.” They’d just wrap that hand in plastic so it didn’t get wet tonight.
“Sounds perfect. Let me help clean up, hmm?” Jamie sighed and took a soft kiss.
“I was thinking we’d just let it all sit until morning,” Silas suggested. “It’s not going anywhere.”
Bran shook his head, though. “Jamie’s right. It’ll be nicer in the morning if we do it now.”
“I’ll do it. I… Your home is so perfect, I’d like to keep it clean.”
“We’ll help,” Bran insisted. “And it’s not perfect, but we do have a cleaning crew in once a week—that makes a big difference.”
“Definitely not perfect.” Silas laughed. “Wait ’til you see my studio.”
“I live in a closet. It’s perfect.”
Bran chuckled. He guessed it was all relative. “You are a treat, boy. And we’ll all clean so we can get upstairs and touch each other some more.”
It didn’t take more than a few minutes, many hands making light work. When they were done, Bran encouraged them all upstairs before they got distracted by kissing and touching again. Jamie wanted a shower first, and as long as they could make it into the water, all bets were off as to what happened after that.
Jamie unwrapped his hand and stripped down. “I always smell like vanilla.”
“There are worse things to smell of,” Silas noted.
Bran chuckled but grabbed Jamie’s hand. “I’m not sure you should get this wet yet.”
“I should wash it. They’re not going to let me work with it wrapped up tomorrow, right?”
“Why wouldn’t they?” Silas asked. “Would they prefer you went to the hospital and filed a work injury report, or would they prefer you come in with it wrapped?”
“I’d lose my job! It was my own stupid fault. I know it’s hot.”
“You’d lose your job for filing out a work injury report? Well, then you would sue them. And accidents happen—I would like you to be more careful, yes, but they happen and no one is stupid for them.” Bran felt himself getting all growly. He wanted to take Jamie in and keep him safe.
“Oh… oh, I’ll be fine. It’s a good job. A real decent place with tips.”
“Then they will let you go in to work with a bandaged hand.” He didn’t make it a question.
“Okay. Sure.” Jamie nodded, offering him a smile.
He was pretty sure that Jamie was just humoring him, but he planned on following through. For now, he was going to follow through with a shower and making love with their boy.
Silas was already unbuttoning Jamie’s clothing.
When Jamie was home for good, they could dress him in better fabrics—not stained, cheap uniforms.
He examined Jamie’s hand. “The doctoring has helped already. I think you’ll be okay keeping it bare in the shower.”
“Thank you. You are so… good to me.”
“That’s because we care,” Silas told Jamie.
“We want you to be our boy, and this is part of what that means, us being good to you.”
“I don’t—I’m not sure I know what that means.”
