SONS OF ANARCHY meets BREAKING BAD (...buy super gay)
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Young and naïve, Everett's preference for bad boys lands him under the protection of a handsome biker named Knox. When a dangerous new attraction blossoms, will the two live lo...
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❥ YEARS LATER
When Everett rolls to a stop in the driveway of his home, seeing several cars parked randomly around the front yard makes him curse under his breath.
"Everyone is here already? Shit. I didn't get time to wrap the twins' presents," he mutters while exiting the car in a hurry not to get spotted.
He pops the trunk to grab a pair of plush lions from his latest conservation project in Africa, along with several other unwrapped gifts. He juggles them awkwardly as he makes his way up to the front door.
It swings open before he can balance the presents to fumble for his keys.
"Need help?" Knox greets him with an amused grin while taking a portion of the gifts. "What's the frown for?"
"I should've listened to you," Everett says with a pout as they step inside together. "I should've bought the gifts earlier instead of at the last minute. I didn't get time to wrap them because my meeting ran over—"
"Calm down, kitten." Knox's strong arms wrap around him from behind once their hands are free. Everett allows himself a moment to melt into the man's warmth. "They're just kids. They don't give a shit whether their gifts are wrapped or not."
"Watch your mouth!" Everett playfully scolds. "They might hear you."
"Not possible. We're still in the foyer, and they're too busy kicking Finn's ass to notice."
Just then, Everett hears the lively shrieks coming from the living room.
He orders Knox to hide the gifts in one of the spare bedrooms before making his way over to greet the birthday boy and girl. He finds Finn, red-faced from exertion, trying in vain to wrangle his and Rachel's twins and keep them from jumping on the couch cushions.
"What's going on in here? Sounds like a party is happening without me," Everett announces, his arms open wide. "Come here, munchkins."
"Uncle Eve! Uncle Eve!" Two small bodies scramble off the couch and barrel into him at high speed, nearly knocking the breath out of his lungs. "Happy Birthday, Uncle Eve!" Lillian giggles.
"Hey, it's not my birthday, silly girl. It's you and your brother's birthday today." Everett chuckles, tousling the twins' hair before they start to run circles around him. "Slow down before you hurt yourselves! I don't want to get yelled at by your mama."
The kids laugh him off and return to play fighting with Finn.
"When are you and Knox gonna be available for weekend sleepovers?" Finn asks, only half-joking.
Everett snorts. "I love you guys, but literally never."
The front door opens again and in walks Alissa and Michael, their arms laden with dishes covered in aluminum foil. The smell of grilled pork and beef has Everett's stomach rumbling louder than Finn's pained wail after Finley Jr. accidentally socks him in the eye.
