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Easter, 2028
After hearing the third round of cupboards being slammed, followed by sighing, Nick ventured into the kitchen of the Lake District holiday cottage he and the family were occupying for Easter.
“What is it, ma petite?” he murmured to his daughter Alice.
Alice cradled her pregnant belly before bursting into tears.
“I’m craving bao buns and we’re in the middle of nowhere!”
“Shh, shh.” Nick hugged her and she blubbed into his shoulder, her caramel hair tickling his silver-auburn beard.
“What’s going on?” asked her husband Tobie, walking in with Pad, Alice’s twin brother, and Will, Pad’s husband. “Angel?”
“Baby wants bao buns,” she sniffed.
“There’s a place in Windermere,” said Will. “I spotted a sign in Cantonese yesterday. Want to go?’
“Yes, definitely!” Alice replied. “What do you say, Dad?”
“I’d love it, but Charlie…”
“Oh yeah,” she murmured.
Nick’s husband Charlie, who was out for a run, struggled with changes to food plans, after battling an eating disorder for many years.
“You guys go,” he said. “Enjoy dinner and some drinks on us. If you think it’s any good, bring us a takeaway.”
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Charlie returned from his run sore and with mud on his shorts, but happy. He loved spending quality time with his beloved husband and their family, but his running was necessary to stay mentally well.
“Nick? Kiddos?” he called as he entered the cosy cottage.
“Outside!” came the reply.
Charlie gasped as he entered the decked patio, which overlooked the lake. Candles and lanterns adorned almost every surface. Two glasses of champagne were laid out.
“Sweetheart?”
“Welcome back, darling.”
Nick was in the hot tub, grinning.
“The kids?”
“Out. Our granddaughter was demanding bao buns from inside the womb, apparently.”
Charlie laughed before stripping and jumping into the tub.
“Well, if she’s as determined as her mother…”
“Indeed.” Nick pulled Charlie into his arms and carded his fingers through his salt-and-pepper curls. “Good run, my love?”
“Yeah, but it’s nice to be home with you.”
“Nice to have you home.”
Nick cupped Charlie’s face and kissed him hard, tongues and lips mashing together, battling for dominance.
“So, uh, what did you have in mind?” Charlie asked, rubbing Nick’s lip with his thumb before trailing wet fingers down Nick’s neck and shoulders, until he was gripping his husband’s firm bicep.
Nick shuddered.
“Well the lube’s upstairs so…”
“Blowies?”
“Yup.”
Charlie jumped into Nick’s arms and curled his legs around his thick middle. Nick squeezed Charlie’s behind and stroked between his cheeks, knowing it would get Charlie hard, fast.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” he moaned as Nick continued to knead his arse-cheeks. “I want you to do that while you suck me.”
“Anything for you, darling.”
“Sit back,” he instructed.
When Nick complied, Charlie stood up, planting his feet on either side of Nick’s lap, and took his cock in his hand.
“See how hard you made me.”
Nick eyed Charlie’s dark, smooth, slightly curved shaft, its tip leaking, and sighed with want.
“Well done, me.”
“Yeah.”
“Will your knees be okay like this?” Nick checked.
“So okay, sweetheart.”
Nick smiled up at Charlie and ran his hands up his slim thighs, before cupping his bum once again. Charlie tilted Nick’s head back, and when Nick opened his mouth, dropped his wet tip inside.
“Oh yes, oh Nick… God, I love you.”
Nick mumbled happily around Charlie’s cock as his mouth was fucked, slowly and tenderly, with Charlie’s elegant fingers brushing against his beard, his jaw, his temple and into his silvery-titian hair. Charlie soon started to move faster, and Nick squeezed his firm cheeks harder, until Charlie was filling up his mouth.
“That was amazing Char!” he cried, once he’d swallowed.
Charlie dropped into his lap, and pressed his nose to Nick’s cheek.
“I’ll say, my love. Utter bliss.” He dropped a kiss onto Nick’s mouth, licking the remnants of his come off Nick’s top lip. “Your turn?”
“Yes please.”
Charlie got up, and patted the shelf of the hot tub.
“Up you get then.”
Nick sat on the edge and parted his wide thighs. Charlie took hold of his hips, kissed the soft swell of his tummy, and then enveloped his pale, thick cock with his hot, puffy lips. Nick lost his hands in Charlie’s curls as he sucked, throwing his head back to moan in pleasure as his talented husband gave him the best blowie of his life.
“Yes, yes, Char! That’s it darling, I’m coming! Yeah!”
Suddenly, just as Nick spilled his seed into Charlie’s beautiful mouth, the patio door crashed open.
“Aah, my eyes, my ears!”
“OMG Daddy!”
Nick’s face, red already from his arousal, flamed further at the sound of his twins’ voices. Charlie’s hands gripped hard onto his hips as he practically spit Nick’s cock out of his mouth.
“Oh shit," Charlie muttered.
Nick slipped back into the water, and sighed as Charlie curled his arms around his neck.
“Did that actually happen, Char?” he mumbled. “Did the twins and their husbands really witness the best blow job I ever had?”
“The best?”
“Charlie!” Nick hissed.
“Come on now, everything will be okay,” Charlie whispered. “You need to face them, sweetheart.”
“Nooo…”
Charlie kissed his forehead, then his lips, before turning him by his shoulders.
Pad and Will, Alice and Tobie stood in front of them, their expressions a mix of shock, surprise, embarrassment and a kind of evil glee.
“Hi kids, how was dinner?” Nick tried to sound breezy. “You’re uh, back early.”
Alice held up a large paper bag.
“The place was takeaway only,” she said.
“So we bought a selection with some Tsingtao,” added Will.
“Looks like you’ve had your own steamed buns though!” laughed Tobie.
“Gross, Tobes! That’s my dad and stepdad!” cried Pad.
Charlie wrapped his arms around Nick from behind and kissed his temple, before looking each of the quartet in the eye, his chin lifted in defiance.
“I’m not ashamed,” he stated. “Like you lot wouldn’t have done the same thing if you’d had the chance!”
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