I woke up and wanted a kid fic, so a kd fic you will get!
Washington woke to the press of lips against the nape of his
neck, the press up into his hair then up his jaw. He woke to the feeling of
hands crawling up and over his back, pressing and tickling over the skin as it
went. Wash moaned, groaning and turning his head to catch the lips with his.
Arms wrapped around his torso, like vice grips they pulled and held him against
the man’s chest.
One kiss turned to two and two turned to three—quick, simple
press, pucker and release. Three turned to four and Washington was able to
roll, turning to face the man who held him so kindly. Four opened to five; five
turned into tongue and eyes sliding closed a slow casual slide of tongue in the
early morning light washing out over them through the curtains.
A nice breeze through the open window catching on the
feather light curtains and causing them all aflutter. It was calming, a wave of
stillness—a peace floating, washing him up onto shore.
The bedroom door creaked further open and the cat bell
around the feline’s collar jingled as the animal bounded into side and under
Five turn to six—returning back to a press, pucker and
release. Six turned to seven, eight and nine when a child pushed his way into
the room and climbed all over the figures in bed.
Round, wide away eyes stared down at the pair and grinned. “Why’s
Daddy Felix sleeping on the couch?” The little girl pulled back the covers and
wormed her way in-between the two men.
Wash groaned, not wanting to move away from his partner but
did so anyways—he could never say no to cuddles from his daughter. Pretty
little thing with curly brown hair and brown skin, he booped her nose and she
giggled. “Daddy no,” she giggled tucking into the Washington’s partner as he
started tickling up the back of her neck, placing butterfly kisses to the tips
of her ears. “Papa help me!” she cried, laughing and trying to bury herself in
the chest of the other man.
“I heard cries for help,” Felix shouldered through the door
with his typical morning swagger—nothing giving way to the fact that came home
drunk after a night out with some buddies and couldn’t even make it to the bed.
His hair was a frightful mess that only a shower would fix.
“Daddy is kissing me!” the little girl shrilled as she
finally started to cover her ears. Her laughter weighting over the three men
and pulling at their lips until all had some variations of a smile.
Felix jumped, flopping onto the bed and into the pile of
bodies, “oh no,” he replied monotone, eyeing his two partners. “Whatever shall
we do.” Again with more monotone, the grin pulling at his lips had the little
girl howling with more laughter.
“No Daddy Felix!” her little hands pressing against Felix’s
lips. “Papa Locus, help me!” she cried and the man she was tucked into finally
took pity—he patted his partners away from their daughter, gathered her in his
arms and lifted her from the bed as he rolled out.
“Did you eat?” Locus inquired, patting out of the room and
towards the kitchen.
The little girl nodded, “Daddy Felix got me cereal when I
woke him up.”