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He moved to Hugo’s mouth then, and licked. Hugo could taste the salt of his own sweat and the tang of deodorant. He grimaced, thankful for when the flavor of the pomegranate-raspberry lip balm finally overwhelmed it, and then the taste of Kevin masked everything else.

With the slip and slide of Kevin’s familiar tongue over his own, it was as though Hugo finally unfroze and was part of the moment. The underwear he wore was no longer the focus—the only thing he could think about. Now Kevin was. Kevin’s mouth and his body hovering over Hugo. Hugo palmed Kevin’s back, loving the feel of warm, smooth skin and the contracting muscles beneath. He drifted up and down over and over again finally allowing himself to cup Kevin’s ass, squeezing the taut, naked flesh.

Hugo loved Kevin’s ass. Loved how it fit so perfectly in his palms and how anxious Kevin was when Hugo touched him. And he was then as well, arching his back and silently begging Hugo to slide his fingers down that warm divide so he’d touch that swirl of clamped muscle.

“Here,” Kevin whispered, handing Hugo a bottle of lube, the lid already cracked. Then Kevin took it away, too impatient to wait, squeezed a dribble—more than was necessary—onto Hugo’s middle finger, and allowed his body to hover over Hugo’s once again.

Slowly, Hugo teased Kevin’s hole, rubbing around and around before slipping his finger inside. Kevin groaned when he was finally breached, satisfied and pleased.

“You love me in your ass,” Hugo breathed in Kevin’s ear when Kevin collapsed forward.

“I sure do. Always have. From the first time you dared to finger me.”

Hugo started drawing his finger in and out, feeling the pull of Kevin’s tightness holding on, trying to keep him there. With slow movements, Kevin rocked his body to help, to get Hugo deeper, to find the rhythm he liked before asking for more. Hugo dipped into that surplus of lube left on the outside of Kevin’s hole and slid another finger in. He pumped all the way in, trying to reach that wonderful spot. The angle was wrong, and he considered slipping his hand in between their bodies so he could come at it differently, but the way Kevin was moving told him not to stop.

“The fabric on the bra feels amazing on my nipples,” Kevin shared, and Hugo looked down and saw the velvet and satin teasing Kevin. Sure enough, his nipples were hard, so hard they were drawn into tight points, and he was barely brushing the tips against the textured fabric.

“You like that?” Hugo asked, caught by the sight and feeling powerful for getting Kevin that aroused. Kevin nodded. “You’ve never been that hard before.” And Hugo wasn’t talking about the rock-hard cock slotting into the hollow of Hugo’s hip, sliding alongside his own but with a silky, velvety barrier between.

“You’ve got to fuck me,” Kevin said. “You’ve got to fuck me right now. I can’t wait. But keep the panties on. Just shove ’em past your balls.” Kevin sounded desperate, as if he would go crazy if this didn’t happen right then.

Kevin straddled Hugo’s hips and lifted up while Hugo pushed the soft panties out of the way. “No. Further up,” Kevin said, readjusting the silk. “I want to feel the fabric on my legs.”

Hugo lubed his cock, looking down as Kevin started to lower himself, reaching back and holding Hugo in his hand. He sunk, opened up, groaned, and smiled the most beautiful smile as Hugo was buried to the root inside him.

“God, I love that. I love how you feel inside me,” Kevin said as he lifted up and dropped back down. “Fuck yes! Fill me.”

Hugo pressed his fingers into the flesh at Kevin’s hips, cupped the protruding hipbones, and started to thrust up into him, planting his feet flat on the bed so he could get even more leverage and strength behind him.

Kevin was loud and Hugo tried to shush him, but every time he lowered his decibel level, it shot right back up after about three hard thrusts. Hugo considered slowing his hips, making his movements subtler, but he didn’t want to. He just wanted to be a man fucking a man in that moment without the thought of kids down the hall. Very quickly, he reminded himself of closed bedroom doors and music playing. Even the white noise machines Rowan had gotten for the kids at Christmas. They were fine. They were fine.

Hugo pulled Kevin down closer again where they kissed. And then Hugo sat up slightly, losing some of the power he’d been using to fuck Kevin, but getting his mouth to Kevin’s gorgeous, pointy-hard nipple. He bit and sucked and Kevin helped hold him up by palming the back of Hugo’s head, even encouraging him to suck the other one.

“Now I see why you like it so much,” Kevin said after Hugo had paid attention to his nipple for a minute. “I can feel it in my balls. Fuck. Suck harder.”

After a time, Hugo collapsed to the bed, stomach muscles exhausted and sore. He planted his feet again and fucked and fucked and fucked into Kevin’s ass. Hugo stared at Kevin’s face as he started to fall apart above him, watching a drop of sweat trickle down from his forehead to his neck, over shadowed collarbones and strong pecs. It teased Kevin’s still hard, saliva-wet nipple and got lost among the shadows his abs made. Hugo’s attention was pulled away by Kevin’s cock, bouncing on Hugo’s belly, hitting him square in the center of his stomach time and time again. The foreskin was barely pushed back, just showing a tease of dark-pink head, flushed and wet-looking. Hugo loved that sleeve that protected the most sensitive part of Kevin, and he reached for it, rolled it back, and spread the collected precome all over Kevin’s frenulum.

That was the only place Hugo really touched Kevin, aside from the four fingers wrapped around his shaft for stability. He thumbed over that concentration of nerves and watched Kevin come and come and come, milky-white streaking all over Hugo’s stomach and chest, soiling the bra he’d entirely forgotten about.

The tight hug on Hugo’s cock, the spasm, the pull deeper combined with the sight of Kevin coming drew Hugo’s balls tight and he emptied himself, filling Kevin. Feeling so strong. Everything felt wetter and he smiled at the thought.

Muscles were limp—all of them—as Kevin collapsed on top of him. Hugo felt his knees fall apart, loose and relaxed as he fought for breath, as he fought for his mind to return from the wonderland of sex he’d just been to.

“I don’t even want to move,” Kevin mumbled into the curve of Hugo’s neck.

“I don’t ever want you to,” Hugo admitted, even as he felt his cock slipping. He tightened his hips, trying to stay inside Kevin, but he’d moved too far up when he fell forward and Hugo’s cock was tired. Very tired. The head slid out and they both groaned, saddened at the loss. “I’m sorry. He’s exhausted.”

Kevin breathed out a laugh. That’s all he could manage, it seemed. “’S okay. Sleeping now.”

Much later, Kevin shifted, tugging on Hugo’s skin and abruptly waking him.

“Ouch. Dried come.”

“Shit. I’m sorry,” Kevin said.

This was going to hurt Hugo more considering he had more hair on his belly than Kevin did.

“Uhm….” Kevin hovered above him, looking between their bodies at the mess they’d left behind. “How the fuck do we do this?”

Hugo assessed the damage and saw that most of their jizz was actually still wet, or damp at least. Just the edges had dried, so he took a deep breath, held it, and pushed Kevin away. It took his breath away where their come had glued them together, but it was only in a few places.

“Warn a guy next time,” Kevin said with a grimace. “At least count to three?”

“Sorry. I’m still a little fucked out.”

“You’re fucked out?
I’m
the one who is truly fucked out.” Kevin smiled and leaned in for a kiss, which Hugo gladly gave him. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

Kevin started the shower while Hugo pulled his underwear up and walked toward the bathroom. In the mirror, he saw the mess they’d made on his stomach and gently touched the red marks that had quickly formed around the spots where they’d just been unglued.

“Let’s get you out of these,” Kevin said as he unhooked the bra and allowed it to sensuously slide down Hugo’s arm, tickling all the way. Then Kevin knelt and helped Hugo step out of the black panties. “I’ll hand-wash them for you. Let me take care of it, okay?” Hugo nodded, avoiding looking in the mirror as Kevin put the lingerie on top of the pile of their dirty clothes.

In the shower, Hugo relaxed with the water pounding on his back and Kevin’s fingers massaging his muscles. They washed each other, spending much longer than necessary in certain areas, but no matter what, they were both spent and a second round wasn’t going to be happening that night.

As Kevin soaped over Hugo’s stomach, playing with the lean muscles there, he spoke. “You’re so quiet.”

Hugo shrugged in response, still not speaking.

“Did you feel that risk? Did you wonder if you were doing the right thing?”

Hugo turned and faced Kevin, looking up into his gray eyes that were filled with nothing but love and concern.

“Yeah. That’s exactly how I felt.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Kevin’s voice sounded worried.

Hugo nodded, thinking back to their conversation and his thoughts prior to leaving the bathroom. Not only had he felt risk, but he felt very much like a gay man. Kevin had found a way to give him exactly what he’d asked for, what he needed.

“Yeah. It was. It was just a little scarier than I expected.”

The worry on Kevin’s face spread.

“But that’s okay. I know it’s okay now. I’m just not sure if that’s something that’s going to happen very often. I hope that’s okay.”

Kevin mock pouted, his lip pushing out so far he would’ve given Finn a run for his money. Hugo sucked the bottom lip into his mouth and then pulled away laughing. “You really liked that, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. It was like parts of you were off-limits. I think that’s what I liked.”

“That’s easy enough to achieve without me being in women’s underwear,” Hugo said, confident they could play this way some more but modified a little. “I like being Cherrie, but cross-dressing isn’t really one of my kinks. I know that seems weird, considering. Cherrie is… different. I don’t see her as sexualized. Well, that’s not entirely true. She’s hypersexualized, in some ways, but I’m not her because I get off on it. Does that make any sense?” Hugo knew it was hard to explain.

“I think so. I didn’t mean to push you, to make you do something you didn’t want to.”

“No, it’s not that. I don’t know if I realized everything until you undressed me. Is it one of your kinks?” Hugo had to ask. “Do you get off on seeing me like that?”

Kevin shrugged, turning off the shower and handing Hugo a towel to dry off as Kevin started rubbing another one over his hair. “I don’t know. I like the limitations, the fact that only parts of you were exposed and naked. I liked that.”

“But not the girly fabric? I could be in men’s underwear just as easily?”

“I think so,” Kevin said as he further considered it. “Yeah. That’s exactly it. Well, except for the lips. I love the lips.”

Hugo freely laughed, relaxed and full of relief, if he were honest. “You can have the lips. That’s easy for me. That’s
really
easy for me.”

After Hugo thought Kevin was asleep, he admitted, “That made me feel stronger than I’ve ever felt.”

He didn’t realize Kevin was still awake until Kevin grinned and pressed that smiling mouth against his skin.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Dips & Valleys

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becoming more important to Hugo after the night Kevin pushed Hugo’s boundaries. Kevin knew that, not because Hugo told him, but because Hugo took it. Hugo took from Kevin and sought Kevin out and enticed Kevin throughout the day with looks and the way he’d shamelessly flirt while he cooked. He’d circle Kevin’s nipple as he palmed his chest when he passed or allowed a long, strong finger to graze over Kevin’s cock if they stood close enough and the kids were well occupied.

Kevin realized it was the stress level. It had gone down dramatically after work leveled off, the adoption study was completed, and as Summer’s pregnancy proceeded normally. Sure, there was still a lot to worry about, but Hugo seemed to be taking more time to enjoy life now. He took the kids to Uptown for several different activities, as well as the ones they were already partaking in on a regular basis in Edina. There was art class, yoga, and a dog-training class for kids where they learned more than the basic commands they already used with Lulu. Brooke and Finn loved the class and took it very seriously. As the weather started to warm, Hugo and the kids took advantage of any day that even closely resembled the start of spring by walking Lulu around Lake Calhoun and practicing her new skills. Most of the time they ended up playing instead.

Even on weekends Hugo would get the whole family in the car and head toward Uptown. He took them to unique restaurants where they ate vegetables the kids had never heard of or tried breads and cheeses with funny names. Hugo would stop in his favorite stores and talk to the employees as if they were long-lost friends. It was odd. These people actually
knew
Hugo, not just by name. They knew about his life and what he did for work, asking about his latest projects as if they’d read about them in the newspaper. When some of the people called Kevin by his name as well as their kids, Kevin didn’t know what to make of it. The most he was known for at one of the shops he frequented in the suburbs was that he liked their raspberry vinaigrette on his salad rather than any sort of creamy dressing. One guy at that one restaurant knew him as
raspberry dude
.

But Hugo seemed happy, happier than he’d been in a while, from what Kevin could see. It was a relief, especially after Kevin had found him in tears in the basement, stroking his old kitchen table. Walking in on that had made Kevin feel so helpless, but Hugo eventually came out of his funk. It helped that Hugo was able to work at home and was no longer flying back and forth for bigger projects. The negotiations he’d put his agent up to had paid off.

Hugo was now doing nearly every job locally. Minneapolis had a lot of really good sound studios, and Hugo had gotten Russell’s name out there and shown employers what sort of product he was capable of producing. Many of Hugo’s jobs were done in Russell’s studio with Russell behind the audio board. Because of that, Hugo and Russell were becoming even closer friends, almost like brothers. It wasn’t surprising, knowing both of them. They fed off each other’s creativity and often seemed to speak in code or even communicate nonverbally. Summer was usually in on what they were talking about when all four of them got together, with Kevin being the only one left out of many of the jokes. That was okay. Kevin was used to that. He’d always been more comfortable on the outside of social circles, unlike Hugo, who would blossom in most groups, except for with the game night folks.