Salvation [M/M]

24 - Twenty - Four - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

"Ambrose."

"No." I grunted, and stuffed my face further into his ribs, the spicy scent of his tickling my nose.

"You have work soon."

"Ugh, I should have called in." I groaned. Sitting up, I hated it. I fell back against the bed and snuggled back into Marco's side. "If I get fired, I get fired."

Marco wasn't having it, and actually got out of the bed, and I didn't have a choice but to get up then. "Marco, I thought you liked me." I whined.

"I do. That's why I'm going to feed you dinner before I send you to work."

I followed him to the kitchen, stretching out. "I'll get Wren." I muttered. I wanted baby cuddles before work.

Mochi was in the crib with him, and he was awake. But didn't cry. He was too busy with Mochi, who was grooming his little tufts of hair.

Stealing Wren from Mochi, I took him to the kitchen. He smiled at Marco when he saw him. He got all wiggly, and Marco and I swapped. I took the large spoon from him, and he took my wiggly baby.

Mochi made his way into the kitchen and meowed. He touched Wren's head before he made a disgusted face. "Why is his head so damp?"

"Mochi was performing his fatherly duties of grooming the naked kitten." I snorted.

"Sweet. But also disgusting. I didn't expect him to be damp."

"Mochi loves little Wren." I chuckled.

"Good. I'm glad your child likes mine." Marco muttered, tossing a piece of food from the dish to Mochi.

"My child?"

"Yes. Your fur child. Unless you don't view him—-"

"No, I do. I just didn't think you would."

"I never did, but then I thought you couldn't have a genuine bond with anyone. I thought it was a lie, but Wren changed that."

"That's good news for me, then. I best thank my favorite little man for making his father available to me." I chuckled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Wren's forehead. Stepping back, I went and got a drink and Marco scowled at me.

"You best not have just missed Wren and not me, Mr Grayson."

"If I did, what would you do about it, Mr Di Salvo?"

Marco set Wren in the high chair, made sure he was safe before he backed me into the counter, leaned down and let his lips brush my ear. "I'm keeping track. Don't think I'm not. I can't wait to drag every single orgasm out of you painfully slow and mind numbing. Four weeks, I should have plenty saved for then."

"You're just giving me something to look forward to, Marco. I'm counting down the time to when I can touch you. I want to devour you." I groaned, running my fingers down his chest.

"I could get you off right now, if you tell me how bad you need it." Marco whispered, pressing his lips to mine.

"Nope. If you want me to go to work, we can't do that or this. Or I will call in." I sighed.

Marco gave me space, and I hated it, but it was for the best. At least right now, while he was injured, when he was cleared for physical activities, that was an entirely different story.

After dinner, he gave me a long kiss. "Please be safe."

"I always do, Marco." I said, and he frowned.

"We both know that isn't true, or else we wouldn't have met," he said, and walked me to the front door. We reluctantly parted, and I headed off to work. I knew that as soon as I got done with work later, Marco would be waiting up for me.