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Rick rolled into him, hand sliding down his belly to curl around his cock. He bucked, pushing into Rick's touch, kissing Simon harder. It was intoxicating.

"Mmm. That's right. All we need now is Ken." Rick's fingers moved faster.

"He'll be here soon. He can smell an orgasm at a hundred paces."

Simon laughed against his lips, eyes warm and dancing. "Oh, that was good."

"You should smile more often," he told Simon before diving in for more kisses, his tongue sliding along Simon’s, enjoying the spice. Rick's hand on his prick made it that much better, gave everything a good coating.

Simon's hand moved on Rick; he could feel it bumping against his belly, nudging him.

He slid his own hands through hair, touching Rick's scalp, and Simon's, tracing the shapes of their heads with his fingertips. Simon moaned, tongue starting to fuck his lips. He grabbed hold of it and sucked on it before letting go, letting Simon take his mouth. Groaning, he pushed his hips harder into Rick, his legs twitching restlessly.

"Take your sweats off, now. Come under the blankets." Rick scooted back against Simon, lifted the covers.

He scrambled to get the sweats off, slipping into the warmth beneath the covers. With a soft whimper, he pressed up against Rick, his cock trapped between them.

"Mmm. Better?" Rick tugged him closer.

"Yes." He gave Rick a kiss this time. Rick's mouth tasted different, and his kisses were more familiar than Simon's.

He could feel Simon's hand, cupping and rubbing Rick's cock, jacking the man.

Moaning, he started to hump against Rick's thigh, his fingers sliding over the muscled chest to find Rick's nipples.

They were wrapped in the blankets, moving together, moaning and shifting, making the bedsprings creak. He could handle a whole winter of this. He so could. The way the snow was coming down, he thought he might get it.

He switched to kissing Simon, and then back to Rick again. He felt like a kid in a candy store.

Rick's cock was starting to leak, to drip against his belly, so hot against his skin.

"More." He wanted more.

"Mmm. C'mere." Simon moved him, and then his prick was wrapped in that big hand with Rick's.

Gasping, he pushed into Simon's hand. A low, needy moan came from him.

"Yeah. Yeah, Simon." Rick sounded... undone. "I got you, baby."

Bay moaned at that, at the way they cared for each other. The way they let him in enough to see it.

Rick took his mouth, stealing his breath, tongue fucking his lips in time with the strokes of Simon's hands. He clung to Rick's shoulder with one hand, to Simon's with the other as they sent him flying.

Rick shot first, Simon's touch sure, strong, dragging the pleasure out of him. The feeling of Rick's spunk splashing against his skin, the smell of it, that's all Bay needed to come, too. He cried out, hips pushing his cock through Simon’s hand as he came.

"Mmm... Good boys." Simon sounded pleased, voice husky.

Bay smiled, pleased all through, and relaxed against Rick, feeling loose and easy.

"So, can I fuck you now?"

Bay whipped his head around to see Kenny, leaning in the doorway, naked as the day he was born.

Simon laughed softly. "You have to ask Rick." "I don't want to fuck him, I want to fuck you." "Yeah, but Simon's mine." Rick sounded sure. "Well, Bay's mine, I didn't see anyone asking
my

permission."

Bay sat up and glared at Kenny. "Don't be an asshole, Ken. A -- they didn't fuck me. B -- Nobody asks my permission to be with you so why the hell should anyone ask your permission to do me?"

"Because everyone around here is getting laid, but me." Bay rolled his eyes. "You got laid like two hours ago."

"Kid, come here." Simon chuckled, held up the covers. "It's cold out there."

Bay had to work hard to hide his smile. Simon liked Kenny, that made him like the man a whole lot.

Kenny didn't need to be asked twice or cajoled, he went right around and crawled in with Simon.

"Mmm. Hey, kid." Simon kissed Kenny thoroughly, drawing him right in, not letting Kenny feel like he didn't belong at all.

It was hot and it was good. Bay looked up at Rick and smiled. "I like your man."

"I do, too." Rick nuzzled him, winked. "A lot."

He giggled, settling against Rick to watch Simon make Kenny forget everything but kisses and heat and feeling good.

Simon had rolled Kenny underneath him, pressing Kenny down into the mattress, taking one kiss after another.

Kenny moaned, hands sliding over Simon's shoulders and

holding on. Bay moaned, too. Kenny was the sexiest guy he'd ever seen.

"Better." Simon smiled against Kenny's lips. "You taste good."

"Yeah? Good enough to let me fuck you?" God, Kenny had a one-track mind.

"Talk to Rick; if he says yes, then we'll talk about it."

"You're serious about that?" Kenny sighed, and then said, "I want to fuck him."

"Kenny..." Bay would have poked his twin if he'd been closer.

Kenny pouted, but he added, "Please."

"I'm sorry, Kenny. That's mine. Anything else is cool, but that's mine." Rick's eyes burned into Simon's, the words so serious.

Bay whimpered softly, a shiver going up along his back. "Then I want you to fuck me, Simon."

"Okay, man. You know I'm not opposed to that." Simon winked at Kenny, leaned down and bit his bottom lip. "Get yourself all slippery for me."

Ken turned to him, eyes hot. "Bay? You got slick?"

"Rick? Have you got some here, or do I need to go get some?"

"We have some." Rick helped out, finding a condom for Simon, lube for Kenny.

He slicked up his own fingers and then took Rick's hand, lubing it up as well. "Help me?"

"Mmm." Rick moved over, slick hand on one of Kenny's hips. "This good with you?"

Kenny met his eyes and Bay nodded. "All four of us together."

Looking back at Rick, Ken agreed. "Yeah, it is."

Rick leaned, kissed Kenny, nice and slow. Kenny's hand slid behind Rick's neck, holding him there. Bay couldn't help giggling -- Kenny did like to pretend he was in control. Even when he so clearly wasn't.

Simon looked over at him, winked. Simon so had Kenny's number. He giggled a little more and then pushed his hand between Simon's body and Kenny's, teasing his twin's hole to distract him from the sounds. He pressed one finger inside, groaning at how hot Kenny was there.

"You have to feel this, Rick."

Rick's hand slipped into his, finger pushing in alongside. Kenny groaned into Rick's mouth, bucking up hard. He and Rick fucked Kenny with their fingers and it felt a little strange and a lot good, to be doing this together, like all four of them were connected.

Simon reached for him, dragged him into a kiss and that

was what he needed. He groaned, pushing closer, licking at the inside of Simon's mouth.

Things started moving faster, fingers touching, kisses growing toothy and harsh. Someone covered Simon's cock and he helped Kenny bear down on it, Simon filling him up.

Bay climbed onto Rick, staying close as Simon began to fuck Kenny. They were lovely together, Kenny so beautiful when he was making love. Kenny's hand reached out for him, fingers curling around his.

Squeezing his twin's hand, he leaned in and brought their mouths together. He could taste Rick there, and Simon, too, but mostly, he tasted Kenny.

Kenny kissed him hard, loving on him, loving
him
. He lost himself in it, hardly even realizing as his hips started moving, sliding his cock alongside Rick's.

"Yeah. Yeah, honey. That's good."

Bay broke off his kiss with Kenny, tongue swiping at Simon's mouth before he gave Rick a kiss. He wanted to be a part of all of them.

For the first time -- maybe in his whole life, Bay felt safe.

They all moved together, sharing kisses, sometimes two and two, sometimes all together in a kind of weird but sexy mishmash.

"Mmm. Simon. Kiss me." Rick murmured the words, and Simon turned to him, the kiss near wild.

Bay's hips moved in tandem with Simon's, him and Rick sliding together as Kenny and Simon fucked.

It was wild. It was sexy.

He was going to come any second, but he wanted to hold on until Kenny had shot first.

"Soon. Soon, baby. Fuck, he's tight." Simon jerked, slamming up into his Kenny.

Kenny didn't say anything at all and Bay could tell his twin was flying, Simon sending him into a place of pure pleasure.

"Jack him off, Rick." Bay wanted to see Rick's big hand between Simon and Kenny's bellies.

Rick's fingers wrapped tight around Kenny's prick, moving hard and fast, not giving Kenny a chance to breathe.

Whimpering, Bay sped his own movements, sliding his and Rick's cocks together. Oh, he was close. So close.

He wasn't sure who came first, but once it started, it was all over, all four of them shooting and grunting and groaning.

Bay collapsed on Rick, his hand reaching out to lie against Simon and Kenny. He made a happy little sound.

"Better?" That was Simon, patting Kenny's ass.

Kenny stretched and then settled half under Simon and snugged up against Rick. "Yeah. Still wish I could fuck

you." Kenny turned his head to give Rick a wicked smile. "I'm gonna ask you every day until you say yes."

"I'm incredibly patient, kid." Rick grinned right back. "And I get to fuck him every day, so I can handle it."

Kenny stuck out his tongue, but Bay could tell his twin was only playing -- being bratty, but for fun.

Simon chuckled, finger stroking Kenny's tongue. "Pancakes?"

Kenny licked Simon's finger before answering. "Yes, please. We have syrup, right? Oh... the things I could do with syrup."

Bay laughed and took a really quick kiss from his twin. They were going to be all right.

Chapter Thirteen

Bay was in charge of the shopping cart and he bounced along behind it as Kenny, Rick and Simon slowly piled it full of food.

It didn't usually take all four of them to shop; in fact, Bay thought maybe Rick and Simon kind of frowned on it, something about having both targets in a hard to defend area, but they were shopping for Thanksgiving. The first real one he and Kenny had had since Mom had died.

Bay had insisted on them all being involved in all of it. From the cleaning to the cooking to the washing up and leftovers.

Of course, they were lucky that Simon could cook, really.

Simon added cinnamon rolls to the cart at one point. Rick added lube. Bay giggled happily at both of them, his laughter getting louder when Kenny added more lube and a whole bunch of bags of chips.

"Munch and fuck, right, Bay?" Kenny looked around and then stole a quick kiss, leaving him blushing slightly as he watched his twin's ass disappear around the corner. He glanced around but nobody seemed to have noticed.

"We need coffee, too." Rick plopped that in the basket. "And some steaks. We'll stay holed up for two weeks, at least."

"Are we eating way too much tomorrow and going into stuffed comas and munching on leftovers all evening? And then watching the game and munching some more while

we watch the game on Friday?" He knew how Thanksgivings usually went, when you weren't rich assholes who were too busy to spend the day with your family. Kenny usually found a party or three for them to forget all about what Thanksgiving really meant.