Picture of little Matthias Brennan.

I loved spending the evenings with my family, and this evening wasn't any exception. And with Josh finally having a few days off, it was more than perfect. After having dinner, and an hour-long talk with Matt about his day, we ended up in front of the TV watching some silly movie, enjoying the fact we were all together.

It wasn't like we didn't have time to spend together on any other day, but with our working schedules, we usually ended up asleep by midnight either because I had to wake up early or because Josh was exhausted from having to work overtime. Being young, healthy men, we always found time to fool around and satisfy our needs. But spending time together as a family, lazying around, didn't happen that often, so we had to grab this opportunity and squeeze the best out of it.

Joshua was an account manager in an advertising agency, and his job could sometimes be extremely time-consuming. Apart from keeping in contact with many customers and having to deal with their over-the-top requirements, he had to go on a lot of business trips, which was still something I was getting used to. He could be gone for three days or longer, and it was always hard to endure it. Just three months ago, he had to leave for two weeks for Europe to meet a client. It was one of the worst experiences in my life, and I didn't want to go through such torture ever again. Of course, we were talking to each other every day through either mobile phone or Skype, but it just wasn't the same. There was a bright side to it though, I had to acknowledge that much. Experiencing phone sex for the first time was an exciting and completely new experience, and I wouldn't mind doing it once in a while. It was not as good as real sex, obviously, but still, the pleasure was intense. However, despite such an incredible encounter with a new way of enjoying ourselves, I would rather have him home with us than thousand of miles away.

***

We were currently sitting in our living room, watching closing credits of the movie we were watching a while ago and enjoying the homey atmosphere that surrounded us. I could feel the sleep creeping its way into my consciousness, making my eyelids drop with each second. It was a long day, and I was ready to burrow my body into the soft warmness of my bed and enjoy the much-needed sleep.

"Daddy, I'm sleepy," my angel whined and yawned to demonstrate his words, eyes glistering. Looking at him and ruffling his hair, I smiled. I was not the only one who was exhausted. Checking the clock hanging from our wall, my eyes widened. No wonder he was sleepy, it was already way past his bedtime.

Stretching my somehow tensed shoulders, I was readying myself to get Matt to his room when Josh's hand squeezed my shoulder.

"I will put him to the bed, stay here and relax some more before I come back," he whispered, making my body tremble with desire, the sleepiness long forgotten. I loved it when he used his low seductive voice like that, and he was well aware of what it did to me.

"Alright," I whispered back and leaned against the couch. After a while, I was sure I would end up falling asleep if I stayed sitting there, so I got up and went to the kitchen. There was still a little bit of a mess left behind after our dinner, so I decided to clean it up before Joshua got back. Better to clean it now than wake up into the mess the next day.

I was just putting last dirty dishes into the dishwasher when Josh hugged me from behind, startling me to death, and bent down to kiss my nape.

"Leave it for tomorrow, let's go to the shower, babe. Matty is sleeping, and we can enjoy the shower together," biting my bottom lip, I moaned and pushed my ass into his crotch, moaning even more, when I felt his hardness pressing against it.

I was starting to think I was becoming a bit obsessed with sex; I was horny whenever he touched me when we were alone.

Was it normal?

"Josh," I whined and turned, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. He was right, the dishes could wait. My body, on the other hand, needed to get release as soon as possible.

"Let's go." Grabbing his hand, I started for the bathroom, warm all over, lust taking complete control of my body. I couldn't wait any longer. It was four days since the last time after all.

It took only a few seconds for us to take off our clothes and get into the shower, which was thankfully big enough for both of us.

"Ollie, I don't think I can wait much longer," said Joshua after we washed each other's backs, pinning me against the wall from behind and biting my earlobe. I almost came when he did that. It was one of my weak spots, and he never forgot to use that information to rile me up.

The warm water falling down on us washed away all the soap, making my already hard cock harder with each drop, turning me into a whimpering mess. He was not the only one who was about to burst!

"Great! Put that showpiece of yours in!" I growled, pushing my ass into his groin to show him how fucking eager I was, moaning when he grabbed my hips and slid inside of me, grunting with satisfaction when he was buried deep inside of my hole.

"Fuck, Ollie, you are going to kill me one day with that dirty little mouth of yours." He laughed, a bit breathless, and kissed the side of my neck, continuing down my back as far as he could reach while staying inside of me. I could feel my cheeks turning red when he said that, feeling a bit embarrassed. But it was gone in a split second as he started to slide out and back in slow motions, getting faster with each thrust. The feeling of his hot raw member filling my hole was making me tremble in pleasure. I couldn't wait to feel his cum filling my insides.

Several weeks ago, we decided to try having our own little bundle of happiness, our very own child. After taking a test to see if there was any illness, with the expected results of us both healthy and well, we threw away all the condoms in our house.

When I told my family, my parents were overjoyed, but Kyle was a bit skeptical, saying we were rushing it, saying something about us being together for only two years, and having a child so soon was risky. But we were in love. What more, we knew each other for a little over three years, and I was sure Josh would never betray me. You thought the same about your ex, said Kyle, stabbing me right where it hurt. Yeah, that was true, but this was different. Joshua was patient, kind, loving, and devoted to me and Matty. He was ready to settle down too. He wasn't the kind of guy who wanted to spend nights out. He drank alcohol only on special occasions, and he remembered every anniversary we had. What more, even though he earned quite a lot of money, he never spent it on useless things. Victor was different. I could finally see it now. He was the typical cheater. He loved late-night parties, always enjoying alcohol and the company of other people. He loved expensive things, giving me unnecessary presents and spending an enormous amount of money on our dinner dates. I always thought it was because he loved me and because he wanted to show off, but after the two years with Josh, I could see what real love meant. Victor was just trying to hide his real nature behind all that shit, and I was glad I found that side of him sooner rather than later. If Matthias grew up with that prick as a father, he would end up rotten just like him. And just for that, I was glad I never told Victor he had a son. Not that I knew I was pregnant when I left him. I found out a few weeks after our break up, and although I felt like he had the right to know about him, I was able to silence that side of me.

Josh suddenly slipped out of me, turned me around, and smiled mischievously, bringing my mind back to reality.

"Jump up, Oliver," whispering, he spread out his arms and grinned, waiting, his hard member standing at attention. I couldn't help the laughter that escaped my lips. He looked ridiculous. But that was one of many things I loved about him. He didn't take himself too seriously and didn't mind looking silly.

"You are an idiot," I chuckled, but did what he asked me to do anyway. I jumped up, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, moaning loudly when he thrust inside of me once again, holding my tights and pressing me against the wall. Oh, sweet Jesus, I loved this position. His cock was always so deep, and mine was rubbing against his stomach whenever he moved. He wasn't overly muscular, so his soft belly was exactly what my aroused member needed to get off.

"Josh," I whispered, pulling at his hair playfully and resting my head against his, "go faster, I'm almost there." He grunted, quickening his thrusts. By the tension in his shoulders, I could see he was getting close as well. He moved his head, making me look at him, and kissed me while going even faster. I could feel the climax coming, making me threw my head back and scream in pleasure, my cum dirtying both of our stomachs. The pleasure and hotness that erupted within me were so sudden I almost let go of Josh. My blood boiled inside of me, the orgasm almost making me see stars.

"Joshua," I whined, enjoying the pleasure, holding onto him tightly. He was still driving into me, grunting here and there, kissing and nipping at my neck.

"Oli, I'm going to cum," he whispered breathlessly. "I'm going to fill you with my cum and make you pregnant with my baby," he was growling at the end, suddenly stopping his movements, buried deep inside of me and filling me up just like he said. I could feel the hot liquid inside of me and couldn't help the smile. Just the thought of a baby with Joshua's eyes and dimples was making me the happiest man on the Earth.

When the soft trembling of Josh's back subsided, and the flow of his sperm stopped, he exhaled slowly and looked into my eyes. There was so much love in them it was overwhelming. Sometimes I couldn't believe this man was mine and mine alone.

"Stay like this for a while. I don't want it to leak out too soon." I entangled my fingers in his hair, playing with it aimlessly.

Joshua nodded with a lazy smile and kissed me gently, exploring the insides of my mouth with his tongue and fighting my own. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes before he slid out and washed both of our bodies once again.

It was a quarter to one in the morning when we got into our bed, but I couldn't be more satisfied. I snuggled up to Josh and fell asleep with his arms around me, and a satisfied smile plastered on my face.

The morning after was cruel. Matt decided it was a good idea to drag us out from our beautifully warm and comfy bed at eight o'clock, which was extremely hard for me as I was still exhausted from our little shower play yesterday. It took a while for me to actually wake up, but by the end of our breakfast, I was awake enough to go out. We planned a picnic for the afternoon, so I decided to go buy some food for it as there was almost nothing suitable in the fridge. Of course, Josh wanted to go instead of me, but he was hopeless when it came to grocery shopping, so I had him stay at home and finish the cleaning from last night and this morning.

***

"Good morning!" I yelled when I walked into my shop, startling Lindsey to the point of almost dropping the plate with two deliciously looking coffees she was carrying when she whipped around. Her tense expression changed into an annoyed one though, realizing it was just me.

"God, Oli, don't do this ever again. You almost gave me a heart attack!" she snapped, placed the coffee in front of the customers, and came back to the bar counter. Charlie was already there, preparing fresh coffee, and I could hear the clinking of dishes from the kitchen, which meant Finley was up to his ears in work at the moment.

"Hello, apple!" I cheered, looking up at Charlie and grinning happily. I loved to see my friends work when I had days off. It was weirdly satisfying.

Yeah, I was a prick, and I enjoyed it from time to time.

"Olive," said Charlie, placing a cup of my favorite coffee in front of me and smiling triumphantly, as if he knew I was going to come at this exact moment.

Addressing Charlie as an apple and him calling me an olive had a great story behind it, and I was glad we didn't stop doing so. It was proof of our friendship, after all.

When we met at the restaurant after the catastrophe with Victor, we used to call each other not-so-nice names for several weeks. It was mostly due to the fact we worked the same shifts, which was Charlie's idea of getting over the events and our mutual hostility. He specifically asked the boss to arrange our shifts together behind my back. I was seriously not happy about that. There were even times I was about to punch him in the face. It took a few weeks for me to get over the fact he slept with my ex. I knew he wasn't at fault, but it still took some time to get rid of the pictures haunting my dreams. At that point, our name-calling turned into something a bit different, and we started to call each other different kinds of names, which didn't make any sense if you asked me. Sometimes he was a door, fork, or mud, another time I was a lemon, dry grass, or a piano. It was childish and stupid, but we needed it because it helped us relax around each other. We even laughed at times. It was the start of our friendship, and since then, we sometimes called each other apple and olive because those names stuck in our minds due to me being called Oliver and Charlie being obsessed with green apples. It became our reminder of the past, and of the fact that even bad things could sometimes lead to something great and precious.

"Thank you!" I cheered and took a sip of the delicious beverage, enjoying the taste of it.

"What brings you here today? Wanted to see us in the torturous daily routine?"

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.

Torturous.

Right.

There was no way this kind of work was torturous. It could get hectic and busy, but all of us enjoyed it despite that. And there was no nagging boss behind their backs, so they had it really good. Sometimes I thought they honestly underappreciated me.

"Funny, Charlie, really funny. No, I just came for some sandwiches and cakes. We are having a picnic in the afternoon, and our fridge is almost empty." I smiled, taking another sip of the coffee and looking at all the sweets in the refrigerators. Everything looked delicious.

"Ollie, you are in the way! Go sit down or do whatever you need to do, but don't stand here," said Lindsey when she came back again with new orders. I turned to her, an angelic smile plastered on my face, remotely noticing the door opened. I looked who was entering the shop, to see whether it was a regular or someone new, and my smile turned into a big frightened and shocked scowl. I could feel the blood draining from my face, definitely making me look unhealthily pale.

"Oli, seriously, move!" Lindsey snapped again, but my body was frozen. Nelson Peterson, the very best friend of my ex, was standing in the entrance, staring at me, looking just as shocked as me.