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"Absofuckinglutely." Simon looked pleased as hell, like that was the perfect plan.

"And then we're going to stay holed up for at least two weeks, huh?" That sounded like fun, the four of them could explore, stay warm and busy.

"I think so. Food, movies, popcorn, strip Scrabble." Rick winked at him.

"Oh, I'm good at words." Bay laughed and bumped hips with Rick. "We're still missing the turkey."

"Oh, Kenny's somewhere close..."

Bay’s jaw dropped and then he started laughing. Rick smiled at him, and it was a good, easy look. Comfortable.

They turned a corner and Kenny pounced on the cart, piling in a bunch of soft drinks.

"Just what you need, kid. Caffeine." Simon grabbed two six packs of root beer.

"Nah, I like 'em for the sugar." Kenny was checking out Simon's ass. His twin had a one track mind.

Rick's hand passed over Simon's ass, casually. Bay bit back his smile.

Kenny stuck out his tongue. "I'm going to go get some donuts."

"Oh, get me some powdered ones." Simon winked at Kenny.

"Am I gonna get anything for it?" "I'll share with you."

"Yeah, okay." Kenny's eyes swept over Simon and then he was gone again.

"I've never seen anyone derail him like you can." Bay was pretty impressed, actually. Most people were bowled over by Kenny, but not Rick and Simon.

"You probably don't know a lot of people who like him. I like his company."

"I do, too, but you're right; we're in the minority." He would always have a soft spot for Simon, for that reason alone. There were other reasons to like the man, too, though. Like the fact that he could cook and was going to make them Thanksgiving dinner.

Simon chuckled, patted his shoulder and smiled. Rick watched them both fondly, and then took a deep breath. "Come on, let's go."

"We haven't got the cranberry stuff in a can yet," Bay pointed out. He’d never had it before, but he’d seen plenty of TV shows and heard more than one personal account of holidays past from friends at school.

"Or the rolls or pie crust."

"Well, and the turkey. How big a one do you think we can get?" Bay was sort of fascinated by the whole cook your own bird thing.

"Let's get a big one and a ham." Simon seemed excited.

Bay steered toward the meat section. Kenny was already there and as soon as he saw them he started playing with the sausages. Man, that was
rude
. Typical Kenny, though.

Simon swatted Kenny playfully, before putting ham and turkey in the cart.

They didn't linger too much longer, though the cart was really full and he'd handed it over to Rick to push before they were done.

He added a bunch of apples and oranges to the cart, Kenny countering every fruit addition he made with candy or chocolate of some sort. They turned it into a game and he only stopped when he was down to the weird shit like persimmons that he'd probably never eat. He'd bet no one really ate those.

"Come on, guys. I want to get out of here." Rick was getting impatient.

Bay ducked his head and stopped fooling around. "Sorry."

Kenny popped him in the arm. "Don't apologize, Bay -- we were having fun."

"No one's in trouble. We need to get back before it gets dark." Rick smiled. "And before we buy the whole store."

"We might be too late on that last one." He and Kenny grabbed the cart away from Rick, pushing it to the cash together, and then helped put everything on the belt.

Before long they were in the car, loaded down with enough groceries to last at least two weeks, if they were an army, heading back to the cabin.

"So, can we help you cook?" Bay asked Simon. Kenny elbowed him. "Shh, he'll put us to work." "That's kind of the idea, Kenny."

"Sure." Simon looked over at Rick, eyes warm. "It's been a while since I did Thanksgiving."

"It's been a long time since me and Kenny had a real one." He couldn’t help the wistful note in his voice. It was around the holidays that he missed having a normal family, a normal upbringing.

Kenny shrugged, but didn't disagree with him, which said a lot.

"Well, then, we'll have fun." Simon grinned at him in the rear view mirror.

He saw Rick reach out, fingers wrapped around Simon's wrist.

"Yeah. I think we all have a lot to be thankful for."

Kenny rolled his eyes at Bay, but then nodded. "Yeah, Bay. We do."

***

Kenny still wasn't sure about this Thanksgiving thing. Bay had taken up residence in the kitchen with Simon, the two of them cooking up a storm. They already had cheese logs and chips and dip and all sorts of munchies made and sitting out. At least they weren’t going to starve.

It had been cool, watching Bay have fun in the kitchen. For about twenty minutes, and then Kenny was done. Bored out of his mind.

The problem was, that left him out here in the living room on the couch with only Rick for company as they watched the Thanksgiving parade.

It wasn't that he hated Rick or anything, although he was jealous that the man wouldn't let him near Simon's ass, but he hadn't really had to spend any time with himself and Rick and he wasn't sure what to do, what to say. Rick didn't strike him as the hump like bunnies for something to do type.

At least not with him.

Rick leaned over, took a cracker with dip, the man's chest heavy on his thigh for a second.

Kenny had to admit that Rick was hot. And good to Bay.

He leaned against Rick, deciding maybe it was time to play. "Share?" He opened his mouth expectantly.

Rick looked at him, then that mouth landed on his, tongue fucking his lips with a sudden heat that shocked him and excited him.

So much better than crackers and dip.

He started sucking on Rick's tongue, his hands curling around the broad shoulders. Rick pushed him over, leaning over his body and deepening the kiss. Kenny arched up into Rick's strength, wanting more, wanting to really feel the man.

Rick pushed harder than Simon, let him feel all that strength. Man, that was sexy. Really sexy. He slid his hands through Rick's hair, holding him in place and letting the man devour his mouth. Yeah, he wanted more of this.

One hand rubbed his stomach, pushing in hard enough that he'd feel it later. Whimpering, he spread his legs beneath Rick in an obvious invitation. That hand moved down, sliding on his crotch, driving him a little crazy.

He wrapped his arms around Rick's neck, holding on as he did his best to hump into that touch. Rick had him pretty well held down, though and he wasn’t the least bit in control of this. Not one little bit. It was hot.

"You like it a little rough. So does Simon." Rick groaned, biting at his lips, giving him what he wanted. Bay liked it sweet and careful. Rick could, obviously, do both.

"Simon's a stud." Of course Rick was proving he was, too, now wasn't he?

"He is." Rick ground down against him. "You're damn fine."

"I am." He leaned up and took a kiss, biting at Rick's lower lip, giving as good as he got.

Rick snorted and pushed harder, dragging his jeans open. He moaned for Rick, pushing into the touches. More. He wanted more, needed it.

"That's it. Come on. Let's do this and relax a little." "Harder." He wanted it as hard as Rick could give it to him.

"Uh-huh. Harder." Rick pushed him harder, driving him into the cushions of the couch.

He moved up into Rick as much as he could, loving it every time he was forced back down into the couch.

"Come on. Come on, now. Give it up." Rick bit his bottom lip, tugged it hard.

He cried out, bucking hard as he came, giving it up to Rick.

"Oh, such a sweet boy." Rick smiled at him, kissed him. "You smell good."

He grinned up at the man, feeling easy and relaxed. "I'm not sweet -- that's Bay." Then he reached down for Rick's ass. "So what do you want?"

"I don't suppose you like sucking men off?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I like being made to suck men off."

Rick leaned back, one hand cupping his nape and drawing him forward. "I want your mouth."

He all but purred, shifting so Rick could push his head into the man's crotch. God, Rick smelled good. All male. Kenny scrambled at his fly.

"Good boy. Come on now, they'll be in soon and I don't want to share right now."

Oh, fuck him, he liked the sound of that, of Rick wanting this to be just the two of them.

He got Rick's pants undone and tugged out a beautiful cock. "Nice," he murmured before going down on it.

Rick's hand stayed on the back of his neck, not choking him, but keeping him moving, keeping him focused. He liked the heat of it against his scalp. It wasn't nearly as hot as Rick's cock, though. That was burning hot, with an all male scent and taste. He sucked harder as his head bobbed, wanting more.

"That's right, suck me." The words were deep, rough, exciting him terribly.

He slid one hand beneath Rick's balls, hefting them, squeezing a little harder.

"Fuck." Rick's head thunked on the back of the sofa, hips bucking up, driving into him.

He took everything Rick gave him and wanted more.

"Sweet. That's it. Harder. Take it all." The words were growled, deep and soft, making him ache for it.

He whimpered around Rick's cock, sucking for all he was worth. Rick grunted, cock throbbing, filling his mouth and splashing on his tongue. Rick tasted healthy, salty and almost sweet, definitely male.

Moaning, Kenny drank it all down and then let Rick's cock slide out of his mouth. He licked his lips.

"Mmm. That's a good look for you." Rick smiled at him, stroked his jaw.

"Well fucked?" It certainly was a good feel for him.

"Happy." Rick kissed him again, deep and hard. "Happy Thanksgiving, kid."

Kenny stared up at Rick for a moment and then grinned. "Yeah. I think it might be." Then he began to casually move away. "Happy Thanksgiving. Old man."

Chapter Fourteen

Simon rolled his shoulders, stomping the snow off his boots on his way up the porch. The perimeter looked good, things looked safe. Less than a week to Christmas and he

thought they might all make it to New Years without killing each other.

He walked into the house, the smells of cinnamon and ginger strong and good. Maybe they'd even have fun.

Bay and Ken were circling the couch, Ken covered in what looked like flour, Bay in cinnamon. Though Rick was on the couch with the paper, it looked like they were after each other with whatever was still in their hands.

"Having fun, boys?" He shrugged his coat off.

"Uh-huh." Ken's eyes never left his twin. "Bay's teaching me how to make cookies."

Bay's hand went back and he nodded and suddenly Simon and Rick were their targets instead of each other.

"If you throw that, I will turn you over my knee, now." Simon loved when Rick got growly.

"Oh, God, you promise?" Ken didn't even wait for an answer before launching himself and his flour at Rick.

Laughing, Bay tossed the cinnamon toward him, not really close enough to do too much damage. Unless you counted the carpet.

He busted out laughing, clapping as Rick grabbed Ken, dragged the skinny body over and started whacking on him. Bay was laughing, too, pushing against him, eyes bright.

Simon wrapped his arms around Bay, chuckling. "Hey there. Having a good day?"