Smutty Advent - Day 23
Adam looked at Hutch, eyes wide. "You bought the littles a trampoline?" Visions of broken legs and arms filled his mind like evil sugarplums.
"You know they're going to love it. And they'll follow the rules. Plus, they make them with these netting things around the outside, so you can't bounce off the trampoline onto the ground."
"Uh-huh." He blinked again. "Did you get Bri a motorcycle?"
"Are you crazy?" Hutch laughed and took him in the strong arms. "We talked about this after the bouncy castle party."
"After which one?" The best parts of bouncy castle parties was getting to jump after the teenagers were tired and the littles were asleep.
"Now you're just trying to distract me."
It was working, too, Hutch's cheeks slightly red, his crotch taking on a distinct swelling.
"Just having fond memories of a certain last night, a few drinks..."
"Uh-huh." Hutch's lips closed over the skin of his throat, the kiss hot, wet and sucking.
"Oh." Oh, maybe... Maybe a trampoline wasn't such a bad idea.
Merry Christmas to all of them.
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