[OPEN] Like father like son.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled faintly, curling up against Britton and gazing at him lovingly. She figured she would have to have her mom get new carpet on the stairs. Eyes catching on her ring, she smiled and nestled even closer.

Connor yawned as Bandit was moved. He curled up, resting his head on Deacon's shoulder as he closed his eyes.

Tony groaned, smirking faintly at Marc's words. He kept his wings close so they weren't pressed awkwardly to the bed, arched as Marc worked his jeans off, leaving him in nothing but briefs and his beanie. He wrapped his legs up around him, pulling him closer.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt wrapped his arm around her, hugging her close. He pulled a leg up into the sofa, a yawn passing his lips. He gently ran his fingers up and down her side, leaning over to kiss the side of her head.

Deacon gently pulled Connor into his lap, holding him close. He rocked him gently.

Marc slowly moved his hips against Tony, pinning him gently to the bed as he kissed him deeply, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip before it found Tony's.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey yawned as she finished her pizza, closed her eyes. One hand was draped over her stomach, the other resting in Britton's lap again. She figured everybody would just crash and burn here tonight and she could explain to her mom in the morning.

Connor coughed huskily, but it was hard to tell if it was his pretty much ruined throat, or if the transplanted lings were already starting to go out again. He smiled faintly, breaths slow with sleep as he nestled close.

Tony whined, completely submissive. It was hard to believe he was the one to guide Marc through it the first time. He arched again, moving with hims slowly, and reached to tug at his jeans.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt held her close, patting his leg as Jack finished his pizza. The boy climbed into his lap and curled up, quickly falling asleep. Bandit, obviously frustrated that she couldn't get up and walk, started to cry, holding her arms up to Deacon. He leaned over, picking her up carefully and tucking her in between Connor and the couch.

Marc let him undo his jeans before he tugged them and his boxers off, pulling gently on Tony's briefs. "You sure it isn't gonna hurt?" He asked quietly, couldn't remember if they'd been together since he had the accident at school or not.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey gazed at Jack, then closed her eyes again, playing with Britton's fingers after she found his hand.
Connor stirred faintly as Bandit was lifted up. He shifted his weight, curled up again.

Tony worked his briefs off. "It shouldn't." He was beyond turned on, breathless. "I'll let you know if it does..."
It definitely would have if Nixon had listened to him today.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt turned his hand over, slowly tracing his fingers over the palm of her hand. He looked up at the TV, then back at Zoey as he rubbed her hand. "You wanna sleep down here?" He asked quietly.

Marc looked him over, just the sight of the boy turning him on more than he already was. And he wasn't sure that was possible until just now. "Then we'll go slow.." He breathed, leaning down to kiss him as he trailed his hand down the back of his leg.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey closed her eyes, content at the touch. She wrinkled her nose as she heard Tony make a sound upstairs.
"Uh, yeah." An amused breath passed her lips. "As long as you're comfortable, though.."

Tony smiled faintly, arched at the touches.

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A smirk passed his lips as small white feathers fluttered in the air around them, his beanie discarded on the floor somewhere. Tony tucked a hand under his head, lying on his side as he reached to pull Marcus close for a kiss.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt wrinkled his nose, shaking his head. "I sleep in a truck. Anywhere is comfortable."

"Can we turn the TV up or something? It sounds like a fucking porno from here." Deacon mumbled, and Britt snorted.

"I know, right? I guess it's not like any of us haven't done it."

"Me? Sexually active?" Deacon asked innocently.

"Said the married man." Britt smirked, reaching for the remote.

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"Fuck, Tony.." Marc breathed, pulling him close for a deep kiss. He wrapped his arms tightly around him, holding him close.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed softly, shaking her head. It was awkward thiugh, knowing what her little brother was up there doing. She curled up closer to Britton again, glanced at Deacon in question when Connor began to wheeze softly in his sleep, coughing occasionally.

Tony smiled at him sheepishly, but scooted as close as he could get. He let one wing drape off the edge of the bed, the other over himself.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Deacon held him close, gently running his hand up his back gently. He honestly hoped it was just a cold and that Connor wasn't actually getting sick. Or worse. "It's probably from crying.." He said quietly, hoping it was the truth.

"I dunno. It seems.. odd to think Connor's actually married and has a kid.. You think they'd be less like Satan and give him another shot.." Britt said quietly.

Marc gently pulled the blankets up over them, reaching over to run a hand through his hair. "You're always amazing.."