"Talk to me, Jack." Riley was insistent.

"Nothing to say."

"I'm here if you need someone to listen." Jack looked at his husband, at his tall, sinful, well-muscled body. The hazel eyes stared at him intensely. So gorgeous. So much time had passed since they had done anything physical that connected them beyond hugging. He couldn't seem to get his head back into a serious discussion fixated, as he was, entirely on Riley and the idea of sex.

"Riley?" He shifted in his chair as his dick was filling at the thought of Riley on his knees in front of him. It was easy to imagine swallowing Riley to the hilt and bringing himself off to the noises he knew Riley would make.

Riley was mid gulp, and when he looked at Jack, he didn't appear to have anything to say other than, "Uh huh."

"I want to show you something," Jack said, and glanced back at Eddie, who met his questioning shrug with a nod.

"What?"

"Come with me…" He held out his hand, and Riley stood. He still kept hold of his beer and was looking more than a little confused. He didn't drop Jack's hand though and followed him through the closed door.

"What's this?" he asked.

Jack allowed him in fully and pulled the light cord. The room lit with the flickering of a bulb nearing the end of its life, and Jack looked around with eyes that weren't alcohol fogged as they normally were in this room. It looked okay—the floor looked clean, table looked clean. He shut the door and took the beer from Riley before backing his husband to the door.

"Oh," Riley huffed as Jack used his foot to widen Riley's stance, bringing his lover more to his height. He reached past him and locked the door, and as sudden as that, it was on.

Every single part of Jack was in the kiss, and Riley was responding with equal passion. The exhaustion, the anger, the temper, the love was all pushed between them, and the heat of them together was just right.

"Never wrong," Jack whispered against Riley's mouth.

He pulled Riley's lower lip between his teeth and then soothed the small bite. Holding tight to Riley's hands, he entwined their fingers and deepened the kiss. It had been way too long since they had kissed past a simple goodnight, let alone made love, and he was so close to just bending Riley over the table and fucking him here and now, apart from the fact there was no lube. He wouldn't, but the thought of pushing Riley flat was just one more erotic image he couldn't handle. He pressed harder, his dick hard and insistent against Riley, then he pulled back from the kiss and took in the gorgeous picture of Riley's heavily lidded eyes and pouty, swollen lips parted on a moan. Punctuating Riley's moan, Jack began an unrelenting rhythm, and his back arched as orgasm chased down his spine.

"Fuck… Jack…" Riley leaned closer for more kisses. "Please…"

But Jack had other ideas. Riley whined low in his throat as Jack pulled away, but Jack wasn't going far. At first he simply crouched in front of Riley, releasing the hold on his hands and instead pushing his fingers into the indentation of hip bone and stretched toned skin. Riley shifted under the hold, and there was another "Jack, please".

As slowly as he could allow himself, he unzipped Riley's pants, nearly losing it at the scent of his aroused lover. Riley was hard and needy, the tip of his dick slick with expectation, and a quick flick of Jack's tongue was enough to have Riley bucking up into his mouth. Jack pulled his lover's pants and black boxers down a little lower until he could bury himself in the dark curls at the base of his dick. Riley settled his hands on Jack's head, but there was no pressure there, just a twist of long fingers in Jack's hair to guide. Never to force or push.

Jack was worshipping Riley with his body; with lips and tongue and fingers, pushing and sucking and pulling until incoherent ramblings spilled from his husband's mouth. He had apparently been rendered incapable of saying anything other than a string of random pleas and sprawling praise.

Jack looked up. Riley was watching him, and it was never going to be a situation where Jack could hold himself back. He flicked open his own jeans, groaning around a mouthful of Riley as he pushed material away and circled his own dick, setting up a rhythm of his own. Fuck. This was insanely hot. He was getting off by sucking his lover to completion and just listening to the noises coming from Riley's mouth. Riley lost it first, coming hard and fast down Jack's throat. Jack heard every single word with Riley thanking him with over and over. Riley slid down the door in a crouch and stared right into Jack's eyes. Jack was so close, and he met Riley in a heated kiss. The taste of Riley between them had Jack coming seconds later, leaning against the hard expanse of Riley's warm chest and nearly whimpering his completion against his lover. Riley simply held him, settling into a kneeling position, pulling Jack close, and holding him tight.

"Jeez," Riley murmured into his ear, and Jack just smiled and whispered words of love and want and need. "D-do you… hot…" was all Riley could say, and suddenly, all Jack needed to hear. He had reduced Riley to a mess of fractured words and thoughts.

He had done that.

* * * *

Hayley was waiting for them in the kitchen. She had cookies and milk and wore an expression Riley hated from the minute he walked into the door. She looked angry, terrified, sad, all rolled into one pint-sized wall of angst. She left her drink and her cookies and walked out of the kitchen.

"I got this," Riley said, wishing he didn't have Jack's taste in his mouth and the need for Jack to be with him. Hayley was his daughter, and her witnessing them at odds with each other, while a part of life, was something he wanted to protect her from for a while.

"I like it here," she said mutinously from her perch on her bed. Riley sat down, but there was no smile from her as his weight caused her to roll. No comment about giants and breaking beds like he'd heard every night when he tucked her in. This was serious, and he needed to pull his head away from making love at the bar with his husband and back to his daughter.

"I like having you here," he offered cautiously. "I love having you here," he qualified.

"You argued with Jack. I like Jack."

Riley hesitated. She liked Jack. More than him? He knew he'd fuck this up. What did he know about having any kid, let alone a daughter?

"That's what—" Daddies do? Parents do? Jeez. "— we do," he finished lamely.

"Okay, I get that. Ebony's mom and dad argued a lot, and Ebony was really sad." Riley nodded his understanding. How did he explain that when there were two men and lots of testosterone in the room, not to mention men as volatile as he and Jack, sometimes arguments could happen?