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"As much as I get a kick out of watching you jump out of your clothes, you should watch out before you knock into something."
BANG!
"Bloody fuck!"
"Like the dresser."
Jonah moved to still his lover before he could sustain anymore injuries while fighting to take off his shirt with his jacket still on. He placed a steady hand on the small of Rip's back to still him then went on to unzip his leather jacket before attempting to remove his gray t-shirt. He moved onto undoing Rip's ridiculously tight jeans and shuffled them down to his feet to be kicked off. Once the British male was down to his briefs and in the process of toeing off his socks, Jonah went to work on getting out of his own clothes.
Rip didn't bother with pajamas, he went to his side of the bed and unceremoniously dropped onto the mattress. A moment later his boyfriend threw himself at his side clad in his boxers and white tank. He turned his head to face the bounty hunter, eyes looking over the calm expression the latter had.
"I should stop going to those stupid fucking meetings," the Englishman muttered.
"I don't blame you, those moms are ridiculous."
"You weren't there," Rip frowned, "You didn't hear what that Penny Mayes said to me."
Jonah wormed his arm out from under his body to cup Rip's cheek, he stroked from the apple of his cheek to the tail of Rip's brow.
"Tell me."
"I was speaking with the PTA at the fundraiser and the topic of discussion was troublesome children. They were all talking about how their daughters do this and their sons do that."
"Okay."
"I decided to contribute to the conversation by adding Mick's reoccurring theme of getting detention and how tiresome it has become having to lecture him on his misbehaviour." Rip closed his eyes, prompting Jonah to ghost his finger over his lids.
"And then?" Jonah questioned softly.
"And then Penny Mayes suggested oh so casually like we were discussing the sodding weather that if Mick is such a problem child that perhaps I should send him back to Child Serv-"
The older brunet's unruffled state quickly did a 180 and he was rising onto his elbows to stare at his younger lover with wide eyes.
"You're shitting me."
Rip let out a humourless laugh as he opened his eyes to stare blankly at him, "My thoughts exactly, darling."
"She treated the matter as if sending one of the kids away was like returning a chipped mug."
The former captain rolled onto his back, he trained his eyes on Jonah's face and just watched all the emotions clouding his eyes.
"I know you wouldn't give the kids back," Jonah stated.
"Thank you for that."
"Those kids down the hall are your family, they mean the world to you."
Rip lifted his hand to stroke the back of it against his lover's stubbly face.
"They aren't the only ones."
Jonah scooted closer while Rip followed suit to press their lips together. The kiss was sweet until the older male went from being next to his lover to caging him with his body, although Rip didn't mind one bit. His hands snaked under Jonah's tank to roam over each inch of hot skin until they rested lightly on the front of the latter's boxers. Jonah himself was busy swallowing the tiny moans that filled the small space between their mouths. Just when he started to rut against the smaller man's pelvis and grunt like a grizzly, he went still as a mountain.
Eyebrows raised and panting softly Rip spoke up, "Wha-"
"Kids," is all the answer he received as Jonah quickly pulled away to situate himself under the dark comforter.
That's when the soft knocks came and the actual parent of the couple understood. He laughed while telling whomever was on the other side to come in.
Leo pushed open the door with the hand that wasn't carrying Paddington.
"There's my little lion," Rip said still slightly out of breath as he pulled the comforter back to let his son in.
The four year old ran to jump onto the bed and army crawled in between the two adults. He tucked his teddy into his arm and pulled the blanket up to his chin. Comfortable, he looked up at the matching green eyes.
"Having trouble falling asleep, bub?" Jonah asked.
Leo nodded, "Mick's making scary ghost noises again."
The grown men paused and shared a look of abject horror.
"You wouldn’t happen to have seen a-a girl who isn't one of your sisters go into his room?"
He nodded.
They both started to chuckle at the absurdity of a little boy running from a brother making the beast with two backs to go to his father who was just getting started.
"All right, my little lion, I'll have a word with Mick in the morning about scaring you through the walls."
"Thanks, Daddy," Leo situated his stuffed bear to sleep beside him.
"In the meantime," Jonah said while reaching for the light switch, "Bedtime."