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Chapter 13

Theo could barely keep it to himself as Joe took Daisy to school. He was so horny, it was absolutely frustrating. Fucking pills.
Taking a shower and cleaning up after jerking off once, he stood there in front of the mirror tempted to take the bandage off but decided against it in the end. He didn't want to see.

Joe was just walking into their bedroom as he came out of the bathroom in his robe. His husband was in a fitted white T-shirt and blue jeans. His biceps were stretching the short sleeves and his chest too was pushing against the fabric, showing off. Joe was not as muscular as he was, but he sure had nothing lacking in the ideal image of a 'masculine' man and Theo loved it.

Without a need for words, he leaped the distance in between, circled one arm around Joe's neck to bring him down as his other hand tugged at the blond hair at the back of the man's head. Theo kissed him in a desperate manner, his craving for Joe insatiable. He didn't let the man take control of their kiss. Twirling his tongue around the other's, he took it into his mouth, sucking on it, biting on it carefully all the while he pushed Joe against the wall. Their breathing was rough, the air around the growing hot, as he pushed his thigh in between Joe's legs. The low moan he received was gorgeous and the hardening cock he felt in his palm behind the thick fabric of the jeans had him drooling. His body wanted to be fucked so badly right now. His hole was contracting and his insides were tingling in anticipation in extreme need. Palming Joe with one hand, his other one came to the man's chest, groping it and feeling the nipple with his thumb over the shirt. Joe's hands were holding him close around his waist, obviously careful for both of them not to get in contact with Theo's stitched forehead. But he didn't care one bit. Even if they got torn apart, even if he were to bleed, he didn't care. All he cared about right now was the hot, wet tongue against his, playing with him and stringing him along to the point of an orgasm just from kissing. He wanted it so bad he started dry humping against the other. Joe indulged him, hands going down to knit his butt cheeks and pulling Theo closer to him, to his crotch. Groaning, he gave in to the lust entirely. Rocking his hips, he started biting on Joe's ear down the length of his neck. His husband was moaning in that hoarse voice, his lips wide open and his head thrown back against the wall. Theo licked his way back to those lips in one go, earning himself a surprised shudder when he bit on Joe's bottom lip rather hard.
Joe groaned, no, he fucking growled as he turned them around, trapping Theo in between himself and the wall. The surface felt warm from the heat the other's body left on it. Pushing the robe to the side, Joe was about to take his cock in hand when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Joe came to a halt, leaving Theo's lips waiting, his chest panting in desperation.
His husband huffed, lowering his head with a frown. "It's William. I told him to bring today's work here."

"And you're telling me this NOW?" Theo huffed, his pulsating cock clouding his rationality. He just wanted to be fucked so bad.

"You didn't give me a chance to talk, mister." Joe adjusted himself in his jeans first before pecking him on the lips quickly and going for the door.

"...fuck." Theo went back to the bathroom to take care of this by his fucking self again. shitty pills!!!!!!!

When he was all dressed and decent, he followed the two's voices into the living room. William was sitting on a cushion on the floor, Joe on the couch. They had a perfectly functioning table in the dining room but sure, sit on the floor. Whatever. Actually... it was nice to look at. William looked so cosy like this.

"Mr. Walton!" The boy was on his feet the moment his presence was known. "How are you?"

"I'm quite alright, William. Did you get any sleep last night? I'm sorry they called you instead of Joe."

Joe must have told their assistant they'd be working from home today because William was in a loose T-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans that weren't sticking to his flesh tightly like they were meant to because the boy was seriously under-weight.