“A Draven baby,” I murmur, and Gabe grins at me, pure sunshine and happiness.
“I don't care who goes first, Bonded. I know that I'll be able to convince you to have just one more with me.”
I shake my head at him again, picking up the drywall and getting it back into place, happy for the distraction to calm my racing heart.
We work quietly for a moment before I find myself having a whole new mental crisis. “What if Idoonly want one? What if the thought of more than one is terrifying to me and that's it?”
Gabe shrugs. “Then just have one. Like I said, it's going to end up a Draven, we all know it. To be honest, Bonded, if that's what you want too, then that's okay with me. I'm more than happy playing football with our kid no matter what last name it has or what color hair. Though to be honest, I think white would be pretty cute.”
I blush again and mumble under my breath, “My hair was originally black, you know, as black as the Dravens’, so there's a pretty good chance it's going to be black, no matter what.”
Gabe shrugs again, picking up his hammer. “It doesn't bother me either way, and I already know it doesn't bother anyone else either… except for maybe North. Have fun having this conversation with him someday.”
I hope that day isveryfar away.
* * *
If Atlas noticesthe change in the mood between Gabe and I when he returns from collecting supplies, he doesn't comment on it. Instead, he just joins in with the good-natured bantering and the flirting that happens whenever the three of us are on site together.
I've fallen into a sort-of menage relationship with them both. One where I'm equally excited to see both of them together as I am to see them by themselves. There's never an expectation of being with either of them alone anymore because they find it easy enough to share me between them, and the only thing stopping us from taking advantage of the empty building is the fact that it is a school for young children, and I refuse to be inappropriate in such a way.
Atlas rallies hard to convince me otherwise.
“I can't stand up in front of an entire community at a meeting, acting like I'm so pious and good, if I've been railed by the two of you in one of their kids' classrooms. It's just wrong!”
Gabe roars with laughter, but Atlas only waves a hand out in front of himself as though none of this is a big deal. “It's not their classroom yet. It's not as though we're going to be sweeping crayons onto the floor. If you're that fussy about it, I'm sure that between the two of us, we can hold you up. You wouldn't even have to get your knees dirty, Bonded.”
Gabe smiles lasciviously at me, getting a palmful of my ass as he squeezes and pulls me in close to his chest, smelling like clean sweat and dust. There’s a small smudge on his nose and it is way too endearing to me. “I’m happy to get my knees dirty for you, Bonded, if that's what you'd like.”
My entire body runs hot at his words, my nipples hardening underneath my shirt as I groan at them, and both of my hands fist in his shirt as I try to tell my body to push him away. “Don't make this any harder for me than it already is. I really can't look anyone in the face if this happens here. Let's just head home and do it in a nice comfortable bed or a shower…hallway…kitchen counter—”
“Fuck it, the front doorstep,” Atlas cuts in, pressing up against my back, and he kisses down my neck.
I melt into a puddle between the two of them. I really can't take much more of this.
“Please,” I say, my voice ending in a moan, and Gabe finally has the strength to step away from me, grabbing my hand and tugging me along behind him, leaving Atlas standing alone in the room with the hard outline of his cock clear in his taut jeans.
“Home and bed, right now,” Gabe says with a laugh, pulling me through the building until he can deposit me back onto the ATV, tucking the seat belt around me as he climbs into the trunk, leaving the driver’s seat for Atlas.
They take turns on who gets to drive and who has to sit in the back. We'd learned long ago that having me sit in the front, half on each of their laps, is not a good idea. Especially when we arrive at building sites to find Gabe’s uncle and cousins standing around waiting for us.
The amount of awkward situations we've nearly gotten ourselves into is embarrassing, to say the least.
Atlas drives like a maniac on purpose, I'm sure, just to make me laugh. As we pass people on the streets, he throws them all his usual haughty look, even as Gabe calls out and waves to everyone he knows, as always, the golden child of the Bonded Group.
I try to look friendly enough without waving at anyone. I have limits of how far I'm willing to go to be nice to these people, and I'm happy when we finally pull up to the house. I’m not good at playing nice like that, not at all.
Atlas parks the ATV in the garage, and he's careful about making sure that it's locked up, putting the keys in the lockbox and shutting the door behind us. He’s doing all of the responsible shit that he should be doing thanks to the lecture that we’d gotten from North and Gryphon about such things.
Gabe never worries about it too much, doing all the tasks as required but without the look of intense concentration that Atlas has. He's not worried about impressing or proving himself to anyone, I suppose. He's happy just being Gabe, the youngest Bond of the group who was mostly raised by the other members in his teenage years. He relied on them as ‘older brother’ figures as much as other members in the Bonded Group. He has nothing to prove, and the confidence he has is a testament to that.
I think Atlas is close to realizing that healsohas nothing to prove to anyone anymore. Every hoop that was presented to him, he jumped through beautifully, no matter how high or whether or not they were on fire. I am incredibly proud of everything that he’s achieved.
“Why are you getting teary, Sweetness?” he murmurs quietly as we move into the house. “That's not the mood I was hoping you'd be in when we got here.”
I shake my head at him, threading a hand into the small patch of curls that have started growing at the base of his neck now that he's not so concerned about keeping his hair short. I tug him towards me as I capture his lips with my own.
He goes along with this more than happily, taking the kiss over the moment that our lips meet. I enjoy the heady taste of his lust against my tongue. There's no urgency in either of us as his hands move down my sides until they reach my hips, yanking me forward to feel exactly how hard he has been since we first started this back at the school.
