"Well, that," he said, leaning in close, his lips grazing the line of Max's jaw before he took him by the chin and turned his face toward the living room, "Is in the hands of that little creep watching us from over there."

In his Jumperoo, Gus grinned happily, bouncing on his toes and blowing oblivious spit bubbles.

Nipping at the lobe of Max's ear, Brian gave his cock one last squeeze before stepping away.

"I think it's nap time. What do ya say, Sonny Boy?" Brian said, padding across the apartment to life his kid out of the little plastic bouncy seat.