“Have plans. Right.” He smiles and kisses them both softly before making himself scarce.
“Whew. That was close.” Luca leans against the wall.
“You did good, baby. Almost there. Let’s get snacks and hide in my room until the Grands arrive. Then, after the minions go, it’s showtime.”
“I’m excited aboutthat,too. Frick, I’m so hard.”
“Me too, but we can wait.” It’s more a mantra than it is a reassurance by now, because his bum is wet and his di–penisis hard with anticipation.
“If you say so. Let’s have nachos. I want to seeMission Impossible.Tom Cruise always kills my boner.”
Nix laughs and follows him into the pantry for some gummy bear-fortified restraint.
***
It wasn’t easy to wait, and not for the fiftieth time, Nix wonders if they weren’t shooting themselves in the di–er–penisesto get revenge for a petty prank.
Penis-blocking themselves seemed a really stupid idea.
But after the kids leave, he and Luc spend an hour riling each other upin the shower(yes, the irony, Nix knows). But now, they’re ready.
Boy, are they ready.
“Fu-dge, Baby. You look so fudging good,” Nix whispers.
Luca had decided the occasion warranted the big guns.
Ifbig gunscould be considered a tiny little black bra that barely covered his nipples, and panties with stockings and a garter belt. The tiny bow accents are as red as Luca’s lipstick.
“I wish you weren’t so set on this foul language moratorium. I miss your potty mouth.”
“Yeah, well, you won’t think it’s great when our kids tell their school teacher to go fuck themselves.”
“Yeah, I fucking would. And better yet, so would Gideon. He’d fight for our kids’ right to curse, as long as they were respectful about it.”
Nix doesn’t argue the obvious point but checks his own outfit in the mirror.
He’s picked out a tiny pair of easy-access panties Gideon had left in his drawer just last week. They are already soaked for their trouble, but Nix hopes he won’t be wearing them for very much longer.
He’s paired them with a tiny, fitted crop top that allows his nipple piercings to show through, along with the thin chain Luca had attached not five minutes ago. It is two tiny links short of being a perfect fit, so it pulls his nipples taut, and they rub teasingly against the material.
“Fuck, those are so hot. If I didn’t like Gideon to do it when we fuck, I’d get some permanently,” Luca says reverently.
“You like them? The chain is a surprise. You could try weights, maybe? The piercing tech had some, and…if I weren’t thinking about another baby, I might get some.”
“Yeah, I love them. Wait—what?!” Luca shrieks.
“You know, my heat is coming soon, yeah? Maybe…” Nix shrugs.
It felt right, and all Nix needed to do was have a conversation with his prospective baby-daddy.
“Oh, my Goddess! Yeah! But let’s have anuneventful pregnancy this time, please.”
“Heck, yes. But first? Let’s blow some minds…et cetera.”
“Et cetera.” Luca giggles. “Hey.” He grabs Nix’s hand.
“Mmm?”
