ON A BRIGHT DAY AT the end of June, Paul comes home to find Alex waiting for him in the living room.
“Where are the kids?” Paul asks as Alex practically launches himself at him the moment he steps into the room.
“Ali’s at dance class, the babies are napping, and nobody is due to come pick anybody up or drop anyone off for another hour.” Alex is already digging his hands into Paul’s pants. Paul would laugh at him and push him back — it’s been a long day, he’s exhausted, and Liam especially has been known to arrive early when the kids are involved — but it’s Alex and he just can’t.
They don’t make it to their bedroom or even upstairs. Alex drags Paul to the couch and drops to his knees, nipping and sucking at his stomach and hips as he pulls Paul’s jeans down to his ankles.
While Alex is
