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If his mouth hadn't been full of cock, he would have given Simon a shit-eating grin. Instead, he went down all the way again.

"Yeah." Simon's hips rolled, thighs rock hard under his hands.

He sucked even harder, Simon's obvious pleasure making it all that much better.

"So fucking sweet. Don't stop. Don't stop, Ken." That prick slid over his tongue, over and over, pushing into him.

Like he was going to stop. He wanted more of that pleading, though, so he bobbed his head and took Simon in deep, over and over.

"Good. Good." Simon's hand moved him, drew him closer.

He pressed close against Simon's legs, his arms wrapped around Simon's ass. Simon started moving, fucking his lips, harder and faster. He opened right up and let Simon do what he wanted. He loved the way Simon's fat cock hit the back of his throat over and over again.

Simon growled, muttering down at him, telling him that he was hot and that he was fine and not to stop. Every word made him suck harder, try to make it better for Simon.

He wasn't sure when Simon stopped letting him suck and started fucking his mouth. All of a sudden it was happening, prick spreading his lips wide, pushing into his

mouth. He wrapped his hands around Simon's ass and opened wide; he'd let Simon do whatever he wanted.

"Yes." Simon took him, eyes fastened on him, hips slamming that cock into him, over and over.

His own cock pressed against his jeans zipper, wanting out, but he concentrated on Simon's pleasure first.

"Close." The single word was growled out.

That had him sucking harder, eager to make Simon shoot. Simon jerked, hands tugging his hair as ropes of salty spunk poured into his lips. Some he swallowed, some he let drip down his lips and chin; he hoped Simon would want to lick him clean.

Simon dragged him up, mouth crashing down on his, hand tugging at his waistband. He kissed Simon wildly as his hips pushed blindly. That strong hand wrapped around his cock, jacking him hard and fast.

"Simon." He whimpered and gasped. Simon had such a good touch.

"Yeah. Come on. You're so fucking hot."

"I know." He laughed and came, heat spurting from his cock.

Simon's hand kept moving, rubbing the spunk in. God, that was sexy. He clung to the broad shoulders and took another kiss.

"Sweet." Simon smiled, held on a little.

Panting, he smiled at Simon. "Now
that
wasn't boring." "No. No, I wouldn't say that was boring at all."

"Mmm, you wanna do it again?" "Inside, where it's warmer, yes."

"Cool!" He bounced up and gave Simon a quick kiss. "You gonna let me fuck you this time?"

***

Bay watched Kenny go outside to bug Simon and he sighed. He knew his twin was getting bored, going a little stir crazy. Simon seemed to be good for that, though. He hoped between the three of them they could continue to keep Kenny from losing it.

With Kenny occupied by Simon, Bay wandered back to the back bedroom, looking for Rick.

Rick was at a computer, typing away.

"Whatcha doing?" Having let Rick know he was there, he went over and slid his hands over Rick's shoulders.

"Making notes." Rick's muscles were tight.

He started massaging them automatically. "Is something wrong?"

"Mmm. No, slept crooked. That feels good."

"Then I'll keep doing it." He liked touching Rick and giving him a massage was the perfect excuse to keep doing it.

Rick grunted, head falling forward.

"This would be even better without your shirt on."

"You don't think it's too cold?" Rick was teasing; he could tell.

He laughed softly and bent to kiss the small patch of skin on Rick's neck right above his shirt. "My hands are nice and warm."

"They are." Rick raised his arms, letting him pull the heavy sweater off. The shirt was next and then he had Rick's muscled back and shoulders. Humming happily, he continued massaging.

The computer clicked shut.

Oh, Rick was going to play. Bay let himself sink into what he was doing, his body responding to the heat and scent of Rick's.

"You feeling good?" Rick's voice had gone husky, a bit harsh.

"If we moved this to the bedroom, I could massage the rest of you, too." Or do whatever else Rick wanted.

"And then we could nap, hmm?" Rick was becoming a champion napper. There was nothing like smuggling up

with the big man either. Unless it was a four way nap, of course.

He nodded eagerly and held out his hand. "Come on. The bed's even made." A sure sign of Kenny's boredom -- his twin was helping him make the bed!

"You two must be bored..." Rick stood and wrapped one arm around his waist.

"I don't mind so much, but not going out is grating on Kenny." Not that Kenny was being awful or anything, more restless.

Bay let his fingers drift along Rick's waist.

"Simon found skis. He'll occupy Kenny." Rick kept them moving. "We ought to find you a hobby."

Bay giggled. "Is that a euphemism?"

They got to the bedroom and he turned to start working on Rick's jeans.

"No, I was serious. Do you like whittling?" That cock pushed out, right into his hand.

"Whittling?" He wrapped around Rick's dick and began stroking.

"Wha..." Rick's eyes rolled.

He leaned up and kissed Rick, gently touching their lips together. Rick smiled at him, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. He smiled back and opened up, inviting Rick in. Rick

moaned, dragged him closer. He slid his free hand up along Rick's chest to wrap around his shoulder. His other hand kept moving, sliding along the thick, perfect heat.

"Don't stop, man. That's fine."

Smiling, he pressed their lips back together and kept jacking Rick's cock. Rick's hand cupped his ass, fingers splayed wide. He gasped happily into Rick's mouth and pushed his ass back.

"Pretty." That rumbling growl made him shudder, made him gasp and shake.

His own cock was hard and he slid it against Rick's thigh. He loved the hard muscles. All of them. He swallowed and moaned and tightened his hand around Rick's cock. Rick kissed him and kissed him and then kissed him some more, tongue plunging into his lips, fucking his mouth good and hard.

Soon his hand was moving by rote more than anything else and he was so close. Rick was going to make him come without even touching his cock, or even baring it. Again.

Rick's eyes held his -- the pleasure and happiness in them right there at the surface.

"Rick." He moaned the name as he shuddered. Pleasure took over his body and he came.

"Uh-huh. Keep touching. Close."

He squeezed hard, then Rick grunted and shot, entire body shivering with it.

Bay made a happy little noise and leaned against Rick, his cheek against the warm skin of Rick's chest. His hand was still wrapped around Rick's heat and he moved it slowly, the way slick now with Rick's come.

"Mmm. You're tempting. Want to have a nap? Rest for a bit?"

"Yeah, that sounds nice." Like he was going to say no to being wrapped up with Rick.

He helped Rick get the rest of the way undressed. Rick's skin felt good beneath his fingertips. Rick worked on his clothes and then, there they were, curled together, warm and naked and dozing under the covers.

Them here, and Kenny and Simon probably in the barn, but close anyway; it was almost perfect. If only they weren't here because someone was trying to kill them.

Chapter Sixteen

Bay watched Simon and Rick as they sat at the laptop, heads close together. It was one of his favorite activities -- they were so hot together. Today, though, they were talking in low voices and neither of them looked happy. On top of that, this morning he'd overheard them discussing doing drills with him and Kenneth in case they needed to 'bug out'.

Bay didn't think that could mean anything good.

He nudged Kenny as his twin played
House of the Dead
, but Kenny only grunted at him and kept playing.

Biting his lip, Bay watched the guys for few minutes longer and then finally went over to Simon and Rick.

"Hey."

Two sets of worried eyes met his, then Rick smiled. "Hey, you. What's up?"

"That's what I was going to ask you guys."

"The FBI is closing in on the group after your father. They've moved him to a safe house."

On the surface what they'd said
sounded
good, but he'd seen their faces today, when they thought him and Kenny weren't looking. "Why do you guys look so worried, then?"

"If they've moved your father, then you two are bigger targets, honey. And we've been in the same place a long time."

Simon smiled at him, nodded. "It's the most dangerous section, right before the end, huh?"

"Oh." He shivered and nodded, hugged himself. "Does it mean we have to move?"

"Not yet. Possibly not at all." Rick tugged him close. "We have to be ready."

He pressed into Rick's strength; he felt safe when Rick held him, like nothing could get to him. "So, what does 'be ready' mean?"

Simon shrugged. "Training on how to get out, how to use the snowmobiles. Where to meet up. You need to make sure the bug-out bags are ready."

"We wouldn't be separated like last time, would we?" He didn't want to be somewhere Kenny wasn't. Or Simon or Rick. He felt safest with all four of them together.

"If we are, we'll meet in town, at the back of the sporting goods store."

"Okay. Am I with you or Simon?"

"You're with me." Rick took his hand, squeezed his fingers.

"Okay. Good." His eyes flew to Simon's. "I didn't mean anything bad by that. I'm just... used to Rick if Kenny's not around."

Simon chuckled. "You're cool, kid. Ken and me, we get along fine."

He nodded. It was true; in fact it made him happy how good Simon and Kenny got along. "What's this thing about drills?"

"Practice, honey. Just in case."

"Did I hear somebody say drills?" Kenny leaned over his shoulder. "Are you finally gonna let me have Simon's ass, Rick?"

Rick looked over at Kenny, shook his head. "Never. Never going to happen."

"Damn. So what was this about drilling, then?" Kenny rubbed up against him.

"Practice, kid. Practicing getting out."

Kenny stiffened, suddenly not playing anymore. "Is there a problem?"

"Your pop's been taken to a safe house."

He felt Kenny relax a little and shrug behind him. "So?"

"So, we'll need to make sure you two are ready, in case they find you."

"So the old man is still ruining our lives."

Bay elbowed his brother. "You're bored here, Kenny."

"So? I'm happy here, too." He could hear the pout in Kenny's voice.

"We're not leaving unless we have to." Rick gave them a sure smile.

"You guys are gonna take care of us, right?"

Bay nodded at Kenny's question. Simon and Rick would; he knew it, but also knew Kenny had to ask.

"Have we ever not taken care of you, Ken?" Simon held Kenny's eyes.

Kenny looked right back. "No. Since you got hired you've done your job."