Strike Up the Band (Sequel to Blind Faith)

Two

By the Time he got home from the first Day at his new job as a middle school band director, Richie couldn't say that he wasn't absolutely bushed. He always had trouble sleeping the Night before something big, like starting a new job, so it wasn't any kinda surprise that he was so tired now. That, and it'd taken his shared wife rolling over and riding him almost into Oblivion–which'd left him tired in its own right–to really get to sleep. And that hadn't happened till easily after Midnight, despite knowing he'd to be up by at least six, or he was gonna be late on his first Day.

        Walking through the front door of the house he'd helped Rob pay for that'd only recently been finished couldn't have felt any better than it did. Even walking through the front door of their previous house for the first Time after having his cock filleted a few Years ago to repair damage done when former band mate Bret'd yanked him off his now-wife by his hair hadn't felt this good. And that was saying something, considering that he hadn't liked being stuck in the hospital, and definitely hadn't liked coming home cathed.

        He couldn't help the tired smile that crossed his face as he heard several giggles from the living room to his left as he snuck through the front hall. The first place he was going was his bedroom on what the builders called the second floor, but he called a loft area over the garage. After all, the house looked like it was only two stories from the exterior, so other than calling it some really weird kinda split-level, he didn't know what else to call it. What the younger brunette did know was that he wanted to put down what he'd taken to work with him, not to mention kick off his Chucks and take a piss before he got pounced on. He loved the kids–even the ones that belonged to his former band mate-turned-equivalent–but those few things came before even the kids.

        Practically as soon as he stepped outta his bathroom, Richie heard ecstatic cries of Daddy! and Daddy Rob! from the foyer, which meant said older brunette was now home, too. Heading down those few steps from the landing outside his bedroom door, he wasn't disappointed to see a grown man tackled and all but buried under a pile of happy kiddos.

        "Ack–Daddy...can no...breaves!" Rob feigned choking where he was sprawled on his back, no doubt where he'd purposely fallen so they wouldn't knock him down. "Gon'...dies!"

        "Nuuuu!" The kids all shrieked as he seemingly went limp and stopped breathing, his head now turned to the side.

        The younger brunette couldn't help a soft chuckle, which made the kids all gasp and look over at him.

        "Chu boogers gets off him, and I betcha him's breaving bags'll start working again," he chuckled, butting a shoulder up against the wall.

        Within seconds, the kids'd scrambled off the older brunette's prone form, his own daughter running over to practically attach herself to his leg.

        "Kill Daddy Bob!" she whimpered as he picked her up.

        "We must need to count down and use teh magick word," Richie chuckled. "One...two..."

        "Abracadabra!" the kids all screamed in unison.

        Rob's eyes flew open at the same Time he sucked in a sharp breath, and he knew he was the only one who'd seen his chest slowly falling as he let out the breath he'd been holding.

        "Ya nuts."

        Glancing over at the hallway that led to the living room, he wasn't disappointed to see their shared wife, who held the son he'd fathered against her swollen breasts.

        "It's a Wonder I've any Sanity left anymore," Lyric chuckled, letting the older brunette grab her hand to haul himself up once he'd reached up.