Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10
longer." Zach could hear the smile in Noah's voice without seeing him and shivered.
"Okay, well, off with your shirt, I have the stencil we agreed on."
Zach peeked through the window without even thinking about it. He looked on as Noah's shirt slipped off his body, revealing inch by inch of skin. Freckled skin. God, so many freckles. Zach bit his lip and after casting a gaze around for any clients he might have missed, he pressed the edge of his palm against the base of his cock, easing the stiffness while fighting not to lose it right then and there.
Noah had a wide back with perfectly outlined muscles, and as Zach's gaze slipped lower he couldn't look away from those two dips in the flesh just above Noah's pants. That is until it slipped lower and Zach was blinded by the sinful sight of an ass encased in leather. It hugged those cheeks, and Zach bet it felt smooth against Noah's skin, against his bare skin. Bare skin of his ass. Zach groaned almost painfully.
Then Jill cleared her voice, obviously amused, and introduced Zach to his next customer.
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Zach had cooled down by the time he'd picked Archer up from Michael and G. His baby was still sleepy, but happy enough, as he cuddled against Zach's neck. He missed his daddy just as much as Zach missed his son, and it was only luck that allowed him to leave the little one so often. With everyone but his uncles as of late, Archer wailed and cried when it came time for Zach to leave for work. He didn't want to part with his father and it all but broke Zach's heart to see his child cry so inconsolably.
As they walked into their apartment, Archer started chatting. His rumbling and gurgling little sounds were comforting when there was no one to greet them at home but silence.
"Are you happy to be home, Archer?" Zach asked as he dropped the bag on the chair and sat down on the couch, propping his child on his knees.
Archer leaned forward, gripping Zach's T-shirt with his little hands and smiling through a scream.
"Do you want to eat something?" Brought his hand to his mouth and tapped twice.
Archer laughed again and brought his own hand to his little mouth.
"Yeah, you're hungry, aren't you?" Zach picked him up again, kissing his cheek and giving him a finger to wrap his little fist around.
Zach made a bottle with Archer in his arms, who was trying to reach and grab everything around him despite having a pacifier in his mouth. It took skill to maneuver around without the baby knocking anything down and still stay focused on actually preparing food.
Archer was a good baby. Other than fussing when his teeth first started giving him pains and being upset when Zach and Austin used to argue, he seemed always happy and chatty.
Zach didn't understand his little words, but loved listening to the gurgles as if Archer told stories of knights and dragons. He might have been as far as Zach knew. Archer was certainly animated enough for that.
With the bottle done and Archer's eyes already slowly closing, Zach skipped the solid food again and changed his half sleeping baby before taking them both to the bedroom for a nap.
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He spent the afternoon playing with Archer, reading him stories, driving soft cars around him and watching over him as he gripped the edge of the couch in his attempts to stand – something that freaked Zach out, because babies weren't supposed to do that so early. Archer defied rules, which was apparently something more active children liked to do, and he bounced up and down on his little feet making G joke how he was preparing for the pole, training his hips just like his dad. Michael had smacked the back of his brother's head of course, but Zach was glad every time someone mentioned Archer acting or looking like him. Even when that comparison referred to strip dancing.
It was past eight in the evening when Carole came over and Archer was already nodding, getting ready to fall asleep. But he knew what Carole meant by then and suddenly he was wide awake, reaching for Zach with something close to panic in his eyes.
Archer knew that once Carole came over it was time for Zach to leave and while he was alright with that just a month ago, lately it seemed to be more than he could handle.
"Come to daddy, son," Zach said as he picked him up, feeling the little hands holding him tight.
"Daddy is going to get dressed now," he told him, heading toward the bedroom and motioning for Carole to follow.
It was embarrassing at first to let her stay in his
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