GOOD RIGHT REVEREND

CHAPTER THIRTY

LETTHERE BE LIGHT

Donovan leaned on the frame of kitchen's archway and watched Brocus remove items from the refrigerator and place them on the counter. He admired the shape of his ass when reach into the oven's bottom drawer and take out skillets to cook the items taken from the fridge. Once Brocus had everything on the stove and cooking he stood still to cut up fruit.

Donovan moved quietly behind him and pressed his erection against Brocus pajama clad bottom. Nothing turned him on like seeing Brocus in the role of a domestic. It made Donovan feel that things were proper in their relationship, that roles were being defined without having to discuss them, it felt natural.

"Sheesh," he giggled. "Get that thing away from me does it every relax? You and it should be exhausted after last night."

Donovan wrapped his arms around Brocus and pulled his back to his chest. "You're the reason it doesn't relax after all you called him in here," he said nibbling on Brocus' neck.

"Nope, I was in here minding my own business preparing a meal for you and your children. You and he came in here, remember? Making your presence known," he glared at him over his shoulder. "Now go find something to do like go take a shower or something."

"Uh uh, he heard you calling him loud and clear," Donovan growled. He placed one hand on the counter and the other he moved under Brocus' T-shirt sliding the hem up and ran his fingertips from one of Brocus' nipples to the other. Brocus relaxed his head on Donovan's chest, his resistance was failing. He moaned softly as Donovan slid his hand under the waistband of his pajamas. He was just seconds away from caving in to Donovan's advances. I think I we can get him under control pretty quickly I'm really close," Donovan whispered in his ear.

Brocus relax and laid his hands flat on the counter top just as he began to feel his pajama bottoms slide to his hips almost exposing his growing erection. "Where is Darius?" he moaned.

"In the shower," Donovan answered and began nibbling a path from his ear and down his throat. He then wrapped his hand around Brocus' cock and stroke him from base to tip and moaned in his ear.

"Where's Kiva?" Brocus panted.

"I'm here," Uncle Brocus, she announced. This caused both men to freeze in place. Donovan slowly removed his hand from inside of Brocus pajamas and tugged them back into place and dragged his T-shirt back down. Brocus could feel Donovan's lips that were pressed against his cheek curl into a smile.

"Morning Dunkin," Donovan said loudly. "You hungry?" he asked to give them both a moment, neither were presentable enough to turn around.

"Yes!" She shouted a little too loudly.

"Then I know you've washed your face and brushed your teeth," Brocus asked. They both sighed upon hearing her little feet patter against the floor as she ran from the room.

"All I needed was ten more minutes," Donovan laughed in Brocus' ear.

"Ten-minutes? Since when?" He giggled. "You better get used to being interrupted, you want a house full of kids so we'll never be as free as we once were."

"Fine, twenty minutes, Donovan chuckled. Babe, I don't care if we are outnumbered," Donovan smiled. I want to have a bunch of Carrington-Hightowers running around here. Why don't you go take your shower Babe I can finish in here," Donovan offered."

"You don't have to tell me twice because you'll use up all the hot water anyway," he grinned and stepped out of his embrace.

"Nope, this morning I'm going to take a nice long cold shower," he announced with a chuckle.