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Rian has given up trying to get his head screwed on right. His efforts are futile. After so many years apart, being near Ty is simply intoxicating.
Ty is wearing a cheesy cut-off singlet, that barely leaves anything to the imagination. He must have snagged it from a touristy stall on his way back to the villa. It’s outrageously bright. There isn’t enough material to stop Ri from ogling his pecs, as they are pretty much out there – dark nipples and all the firm, muscular goodness of his smooth strong body, hardly contained by the flimsy colorful fabric of the barely there garment.
Ri can’t even form coherent thoughts when it comes to Tayida’s ass, currently residing in some retro looking tight basketball shorts – the slopes of his muscular globes stretching the textile just right, looking awfully delicious.
I could bite into that.
As the night goes on, they hardly chat, both keeping busy with Bran, deflecting and “playing house”. It is comforting. It’s easy.
Ty cooking and moving in the kitchen with confidence brings back so many fond memories. Once they settle down for their meal, Rian can’t help but lose himself in his thoughts again. What would Cyril say if he saw them now? How would Ty react to his impending declaration of love?
“Where do you disappear to?” Ty brushes the back of his hand with the tips of his fingers.
Ty has been affectionate this whole time, even after they’ve arrived in the villa and there is no one to see.
It’s not for show.
His gentle caress continues to bring Rian comfort, but the more Ty’s touch lingers, the more Rian’s emotions start spiraling out of control. The constant, gentle display of affection for Rian and Bran is overwhelmingly beautiful.
Dreaming of you. Dreaming of us.
Perhaps Rian should feel surprised by it, but the more it happens, the more he grows to calmly enjoy Ty’s touch and it dawns on him that this is who Ty really is – he is a loving person, and touch is how he expresses himself. It must have been painful to force himself to hold back all those years when he couldn’t have been sure if his tenderness would be reciprocated.
Rian shrugs his shoulders but scoots closer, so their thighs and shoulders are now firmly pressed together.
Ty rests his hand on Rian’s. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll die before I see you hurt. You or Bran.”
Rian swallows hard, and mutters, “I know.”
Ty’s eyes go dark and his lips part. He is so close, Rian can feel his breath on his cheek.
Bran claps his hands and giggles. They look back at him and he has made an art installation of his dinner, all over his tray.
“Oh my God.” Ty laughs. They both do. “Little man, how did you manage this? We looked away for no more than ten seconds.”
Rian scoffs as he moves to clean his son’s face. “That’s his signature move – he is an opportunist, and so clever. He picks his time and chases his agenda. Such determination. I’m both horrified and excited for the future.”
Ty laughs. “I can’t wait to see you two butt heads over house rules and schoolwork.”
Rian grins. He isn’t the only one dreaming about the future then.
Ty helps him clean up after they finish their dinner. There are plenty of leftovers to be put away. They’ve been picking at their plates all night.
The small bedroom across from the room they will share is for Bran. Ty has placed his crib near the door so they can hear him if he cries out in the night.
Ty lingers at the door, watching them do their nighttime routine with softness in his eyes. Rian is thinking about his imaginary ovaries again. He loves this man so much, now more than ever, especially after he has seen him interact with his child.
Once Bran is dressed and ready for bed, his little head tucked into Rian’s chest and his cute little mouth stretched in a permanent yawn, Ty wanders in quietly and gives Bran a kiss on the forehead.
It’s like he can’t help himself but be close to them.
He lingers until Rian starts reading Bran a story. When Rian looks up next, he’s gone but Rian can hear the shower running. It gives him comfort that Ty is still close by.
Soon, Bran is asleep in his crib and Rian quietly backs out of the room. He leaves the door open in case his little angle feels unsettled overnight.
He stands in the hall, unsure of what to do next. Ty comes out of the bathroom, a thin towel wrapped around his hips, water glistening like diamonds over his otherwise naked body.
They both stand there, dumbstruck, like inexperienced teenagers. Rian could laugh at their lack of“game”if he wasn’t so freaking horny, confused, and in love.
