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Love swelled in his heart, for Alec and for the proposed addition to their family. The thought of a little one following around at his heels, looking up at him with unconditional love, needing protection and nurturing, made him melt. He wondered if the child would look up at him with Alec's beautiful eyes and his to-die-for smile or if he'd see features from his own family tree. Either way, the child would be theirs, and he would love it. He knew without a doubt they were doing the right thing.

"What if we have more than one baby?"

Kevin's heart almost catapulted through his chest and he whirled around. “You mean like multiples? Twins? Triplets?” He could barely suck in air. His father had triplet brothers. They ran in the family.

Alec shook his head and ran his fingers through his silky hair. “What I mean is what if we decide to have another baby and the second one is fathered by the other one of us? Will we be able to, and should we, give the kids different last names? That doesn't sound like a close knit family."

He didn't like the sound of that, either, and so he shook his head. He needed another drink and so he returned to his favourite chair and plunked into it. Before he continued, he downed a big gulp. “This parenting stuff is hard even before the kid's born. What will it be like after the kid's running around getting into everything and keeping us up all night?"

Alec's lips twisted and he continued in a grave tone as he ambled to the kitchen to check on the dinner he was preparing. “Maybe it should have Jennica's last name. Let's not borrow trouble. There's plenty of time to decide that. The tyke's not even conceived yet."

Wonderful scents wrapped around Kevin, and his stomach growled. Alec was the best cook this side of London. That was a good thing because if the kid had to rely on its mother or other father for a decent meal, it would starve. Kevin glanced down at his stomach and grimaced. Maybe Alec was too good of a chef. He'd have to start monitoring his intake, just not tonight. It smelled too delicious and his willpower was nil.

Alec hooted from the kitchen, his voice mingled with the sizzling dish. “Yeah, we are pre-ejaculating about this, aren't we?"

Kevin spluttered his drink all over himself. “I can't believe you just said that. You'll have to watch that dirty mouth of yours in front of the kid."

Alec stuck his head around the kitchen door and gave him a shit-eating grin. “Not yet, I don't. I still have time to be bad. You know you love it."

Kevin picked up a couch pillow and hurled it at the man who ducked in the nick of time. “Yeah, you know I do, but we'll have to watch ourselves in front of the kid. Things are going to change a whole hell of a lot around here."

"My mouth is the least of our worries, daddio.” Alec's brows did a little jig as he shook a spatula at him and his gaze pinpointed Kevin's dick.

Kevin wasn't too worried about ‘that’ as he followed his lover's naughty gaze. “No parents invite the kids into the bedroom. That's why there's a nifty little invention called a ‘lock and key'."

"Oh, yeah. We'll definitely have to invest in those one of these days, but I think we have a couple years before that'll top our priority list. Before we buy anything, we have to convince the mama-to-be to be the mama-to-be."

Kevin rubbed his forehead trying to follow that. Alec's wordiness sometimes drove him bonkers. “Huh? Simplify."

Alec leaned against the wall and crossed one ankle over the other. “I'm not one of your authors. You got me."

Kevin just stared at him, refusing to give in.

Finally, Alec clarified. “We have to persuade Jennica to mother our baby."

"I'm sure with your charming ways and my handsome mug, we won't have any problems. What red-blooded female wouldn't want two sexy blokes in her bed, worshipping her, making her feel like two mil?"

Alec frowned. “Get real. She might not go for this. You know, uh, some women, don't get who we are...” He spread his hands wide as if he'd lost command of his tongue.

The hurt in Alec's soulful eyes almost did Kevin in, and he hoped Alec was wrong. Knowing how cool and modern Jennica was, however, he suspected she'd warm up to the arrangement, especially when Alec's extraordinary culinary skills were thrown into the bargain. And once she learned just how expertly he could wield his tongue and his cock ... whew! Still, one never knew for sure until the subject was broached. Obviously Alec hadn't forgotten the time they'd tried to have a ménage after the Christmas party with that cute little dish, Delilah, from his publishing house, and how she'd run out of their apartment screaming and hurling gypsy curses.

Wondering if Alec would change his mind, Kevin nursed the rest of his drink. “So, do you need more time to think this over? I'll go with whatever you say."

When Alec disappeared for a few minutes Kevin wondered why his lover was taking so long to reply, if he was having second thoughts. Then he heard plates clinking in the kitchen. Although Alec tried hard to conceal it, only those who knew him exceptionally well realised just how very sensitive he could be. Jennica being such a good friend would be attuned to this and tread carefully, but she still might back away with finesse.

Finally, Alec emerged wearing a floppy chef's hat and brandishing two beautifully made up plates. “Ta da!” He set down the china dishes on plastic placemats besides two tall goblets of sparkling spring water.

Alec said something in French that Kevin couldn't begin to understand as the man's pronunciation left a lot to be desired.

"So, do you want to go through with this, with Jennica?” Kevin repeated.

Chewing a mouthful of food, his cheeks puffed out, Alec nodded. After he swallowed and licked his lips he said, “We have to give it a shot. My gut tells me this is right."

"Then we'll go for it.” Alec's excitement was infectious and he couldn't wait to experience the feelings of seeing their child grow inside Jennica, of witnessing the birth, and of cradling their little bundle of joy for the first time in his arms, against his heart. At least he hoped they'd be allowed to.

Full and sated, warmed from the earlier liquor and from the thought of “their” child, Kevin was more than ready for some affection. Alec was just too cute and too sexy to resist a moment longer. Primitive growls rose from the pit of his stomach and he pulled Alec up and into his arms. He unbuttoned Alec's shirt and pushed away the offending material. Nuzzling Alec's warm shoulder, he murmured against his flesh, “God, I love you so much."

Alec moaned and tilted his head to give Kevin better access to his neck. He unbuttoned his pants and worked his hand inside Kevin's pants and curled his fingers around his burgeoning cock. “I love you more."

Kevin doubted that, but he was too hot, too needy to argue the point. He caressed Alec's burning flesh, kneading his nipples, then moved lower following the trail of hair that grew broader as it dipped beneath his underwear.

Feverish, their lips met and their tongues tangoed. Before Kevin knew what was happening, they stripped each other and threw their clothing helter-skelter across the room. Kissing, nipping, and caressing each other, they somehow made their way to the bedroom.

Kevin pushed Alec deep into the mattress as he stuck his tongue down his lover's throat. Their cocks rubbed against each other, growing hotter by the second. He lifted his body enough to slide his hand between them and once again curl his fingers around Alec's throbbing cock.

His head spinning, he nibbled on Alec's ear and murmured, “Get on top. I want to feel your hot dick inside me."

Alec nodded with an eagerness that made Kevin's heart pound so hard it almost ripped through his chest. “If you'll do the honours."

"I'd be delighted.” Kevin nodded, and his hands trembling with desire, he reached for the lube. He squeezed a dab onto his palms and it over Alec's velvety cock, massaging the scrim and head. It was so hot, so hard and yet so satiny in his hands he was in awe of God's handiwork. Bending, he kissed the tip, becoming thoroughly intoxicated by his lover's scent.

"I think you're more than ready, lover. Don't make me wait.” In invitation, he got up on his hands and knees and pushed out his rear. “Whenever you're ready."

"God, I've been so ready...” Lovingly, Alec worked his cock in deep and then like a tease, pulled it out almost to the tip. Meanwhile, his hands slapped Kevin's rear.

Shudders shimmered through Kevin and his cock hung full and heavy, awaiting its turn to fuck Alec. His pulse hammered heavily as little drops of warm liquid slid out to coat the head of his penis.

His lover drove into him again, working his way deeper, spreading him wider. He gyrated his hips and massaged Kevin's buttocks.

Whispers of desire were fanned into a raging inferno and coherent thought fled. Wanting to feel his lover deep inside, to be united as one heart and soul, he thrust his hips back. “Ooh, that feels awesome. Oh, oh! You're so big ... so wonderfully hard..."

He was coming, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. He bent his head and watched his cum squirt onto the bed. The thick, creamy puddle of white grew large, and he could imagine his seed seeking to plant itself deep into Jennica to make their baby. Or would it be Alec's seed that did the honours?

Alec became a wild man, and with the ultimate, powerful thrust, he tossed back his head and howled. His secretion was thick and musky as it coated Kevin's arse.

Sated, Kevin fell to the bed with Alec still holding him, his now flaccid cock caressing his arse. When Alec rolled to the side, he turned and wrapped his arms around his lover, cuddling close.

"I love you. You're the man of my dreams.” Alec ran his flat palms across his chest as he possessively threw his leg over him.

Kevin still couldn't believe he'd been so blessed to have found Alec and that Alec could love him. After Duncan had died, he'd thought he'd never love anyone ever again. But he did, and more than he'd ever loved anyone. Could he love Jennica as much? For her sake, he hoped so. He certainly found her attractive and the thought of planting his cock into her blonde pussy made his cock flex back to life.

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Jennica Chapman felt so low she didn't think she could sink any further. Hurt and angry, she ripped up all the pictures she had of her ex, Thad, threw them in the sink and lit a match to them. As she watched the flames devour Thad's handsome but sleazy face, she gritted out between her teeth, “Up in flames with you. Kev and Alec had you pegged. Why didn't I listen?"

Afraid the smoke was getting too thick and would set off the fire alarm, she turned on the tap and doused the flames. Catching her blurry reflection in the tap's chrome, she stared at her distorted reflection. “Because you're a blithering idiot. Because you wanted a baby so badly, you would've settled for the wanker."

Mad at herself for letting the last two years tick away as her eggs grew stale, she scoured the sink and threw Thad's ashes into the rubbish.

Unfortunately that didn't make her feel much better. Neither did cranking up her music, soaking in the tub, or digging into a quart of Ben and Jerry's.

Her door shook with a sudden pounding and she rolled her eyes. Not in the mood to fend off a door-to-door salesman, and in particular hoping never to lay eyes on Thad again, she ignored it.

The hammering increased and Alec called out, “I'm not going away. I know you're in there, Chapman."

A rush of affection for her best chum washed out some of her raging anger. She raced for the door and flung it wide. Ecstatic to see friendly faces, she threw herself first into Alec's arms and then Kevin's.

She didn't know which was more handsome. They were both heartthrobs. Alec was the ultimate bad boy rocker with unruly hair that grazed his shoulders and a perpetual roguish smile that would melt her heart if he were straight—sometimes it did anyway. Bohemian, he always wore ragged jeans, a shirt that lay half-unbuttoned exposing a matt of very sexy chest hair, and gold earrings. Also like usual, he wore a sexy five o'clock shadow on his lean cheeks. She thought it the sexiest thing on earth. Well, maybe the second sexiest ... She had a hard time suppressing a naughty grin and keeping her gaze from drifting south to the sexiest thing between his legs.

Kevin on the other hand was the clean-cut, London book editor who always wore preppy clothes. His blond good looks and clear blue eyes had broken more than a few hearts, male and female. He kept his hair tapered short and well-groomed. Often she wondered how the two had hooked up, but she'd shrugged it off as opposites attracting.

Alec whipped out a big bouquet of her favourite flowers, purple daisies, and thrust them into her arms. “For you, sweetie. Moping time's up. We're taking you out for a night on the town."

Conscious that she was clad in a funky old robe and little else, she dragged them inside her flat. She looked pointedly down at her scruffy attire. “Do I look like I'm dressed for a night out?"

Alec winked and his eyes twinkled. Contagious mischief curved his cheeks. “You look gorgeous to me as always, beautiful."

Kevin, the more conservative of the two, tutted. “Run along and get fancied up. You've got ten minutes before I let Alec raid your icebox."

Her eyes grew wide at the ghastly threat, and she fingered the rings piercing her right brow. “You wouldn't! I'll have to go on the dole."

"Then you'd best move your cute little bum.” Kevin pointedly checked his Rolex and tapped his foot. “Nine minutes left and counting."

She stuck up her middle finger. “Wanker.” Then she fled to her room and threw on the first pair of clean jeans and top she could put her hands on. She tied on a pair of tennis shoes and sprinted out the door with a minute to spare.

Alec was already spooning her second quart of Ben & Jerry's into his mouth. He petrified at the sight of her. Guilt flashed across his eyes.

Murderous, intent on saving her goodies, she chased him. “Give that back!"

He yelped and leapt over the coffee table and dropped the spoon. “You can't kill your best mate."

"Best mates don't steal my ice cream! Surrender the goods or die!"