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He kept the smile on his face with difficulty when he learned that Kodi had gone out with his brothers for the evening. He shook off the disquiet and watched his friend’s obliviousness until—he won his own bet—Frey noticed. Then, before the others could recover, Bowie blurted out the word ‘Daddy’.
Oh my god!
“What did you say?” Wilder asked, eyes narrowing, and Lennon jumped right in, not giving Wilder, who wasn’t always predictable, a chance to upset Bowie.
“There’s nothing wrong with Bowie having a Daddy, my brother is one.”
Bowie sniffed loudly, his eyes filming with tears.
“I never said there was,” Wilder responded vehemently. “Ziggy is dominant with Silas. So what difference is this? It’s just a different kink, right, Kari?”
Lennon relaxed at Wilder’s response, then Lennon’s lips trembled when Kari appeared fully on the screen and touched Bowie’s shoulder.
“Exactly.” Kari sat on the couch next to Bowie and gently ran a reassuring hand up and down his arm. “If you have any questions, then I’ll be happy to answer them.”
“Nooo, Daddy, they’ll have all the questions! And then Wilder will start talking about not getting any peen, and then where will we be?”
Bowie’s groan sounded pained, and Lennon couldn’t help the giggles bubbling up from escaping.
“Please, no talk of peen,” begged Hollis while settling with a full glass in his hand.
“I have two!” Monty declared, and though Lennon really didn’t want two, could see why Monty was bragging.
“That maybe so, but my Daddy’s peen has—”
When Kari placed a hand over Bowie’s mouth, effectively stopping him from saying more, they all burst out laughing.
“And that’s enough talk about my peen.”
Bowie darted back, freeing his mouth to announce boldly, “Teeth marks on it!”
“Oh, gods, I’ve created a monster,” Kari groaned, adding to the hilarity.
“Let’s see.” Trust Wilder to want to see.
Isley snorted. “Yeah, come on Kari.”
“N-Not on y-your life.” Kari eyed the screen shaking his head.
Hollis, sounding a little tipsy with the way he was giggling uncontrollably, suggested, “Maybe we need a brother peen competition?”
Stunned silence followed the suggestion, and then everyone was falling about laughing.
“Kendrick isn’t one of the brothers, but can we add him too cause his is a monster peen.” Wilder grinned cheekily, not at all abashed by his confession.
“Is it always like this?” Kari asked in alarm.
“No, sometimes we’re worse,” Wilder replied as he righted himself, “much worse.”
Bowie rested his head on Kari’s knee and grinned up at him. “Isn’t this great?”
“We’ll have no sappy stuff,” Lennon giggled. “Tonight is for cutting loose of our alphas.” The second the words left his mouth he realized what he’d said. He put his glass down and pushed it out of reach. Drinking was not such a great idea. He didn’t miss Bowie’s look of confusion. Lennon didn’t notice he had braced for whatever Bowie was going to say until Frey cast the spotlight back on Bowie and he wilted back against his couch like the air releasing from a balloon.
At the two men kissing on screen, Frey called out, “Enough of that! Let's get back to Monty. Have you done the double peen?”
“Fuck, that’s my brother you’re talking about.”
“It’s always best to drink on occasions like this,” supplied Hollis, his grin very lopsided. “It’s the only way to survive.”
