Too Familiar

Her cool, freshly shaven knee brushed passed his under the table. Quinn’s eyes subtly steal a glance in that way he had perfected over the years. Just long enough for her to notice but not long enough to seem like he was really all that impressed. Just a little cheeky smirk in the corner of his mouth was all she needed to see for her to know he wouldn’t be getting the ′Purest Thoughts′ award. His movements were slow but meticulous. Every twitch of his mouth, every look, every turn of his head. The way his tongue glided over his lip. Even the cheeky way his eyes motioned towards his husband sitting right next to him as if to tell her to be a good girl, lest they get caught.

All these things had her heart racing 100m/h as her knee made even more deliberate contact with his. A little breathy chuckle escaped him as if just for her ears.

Quinn hated these things. School award ceremonies and concerts. Having to socialize with the ones who bred his daughter’s little friends into existence. But they wanted kids of their own so now they had to sit at these things while their beautiful girl got her awards and put on a play. But while his husband sat beaming at their girl, Quinn found this new way to entertain himself with the single mother perking her tits up next to him. Robby had mentioned once how curious it was that the single parents always ended up at whichever table the two cock-suckers were at. But Quinn was kind’a grateful for that. Mostly because besides poor widower Chris on the opposite end, they were surrounded by women. Which means the potential for entertainment was endless. Neither one of them had been with a woman since the wedding. Specifically, the last woman Quinn was with, was the one Robby got him as a bachelor present... to mark the event as the last. “Last...” with an added playful scowl... “... of your whoring, mister. Now don’t come back out here without smelling like bodily fluid.”

Now that was back in 2008. Exactly 11 years ago and this woman had been giving Quinn the eye all night. At first it made him uncomfortable. Her little comments about how cute he is and how he doesn’t look gay... Was he always like this? And how long is had been since he touched a woman? He wanted to get away desperately. Even going as far as to tell Robby that they should just get their daughter and go home. His husband of course found it hilarious that this woman caused such a problem. “Just tell her her tits are too big.” He snorted in response and continued to ignore the situation. Robby wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t Quinn’s type at all. If he still had a type. Is a guy still allowed to have a type in females if he’s been exclusively fucking a guy for ten years? But she’s hot. Quinn could admit that. Beautiful smooth legs, tanned skin and ‘fuck me’ eyes. Man, how inappropriate would it be to mess around at his daughter’s school even though his husband's right there? Just the kind of inappropriate that would’ve gotten his dick hard just a few years ago.

Slowly but surely, Quinn started getting more and more comfortable. Interested in the possibilities. And that’s when it started. His subtle flirtatious behavior. Moves he hasn’t had to pull in ages. Robby's so different. None of these things would work on him. Anything that has a direct connection to sex Robby found redundant and uninteresting. Quinn had had to work out all the ways that his best friend and husband ticks because some days it could be as weird as a certain food texture that ends up turning him on and other days it could be as effortless as just having to tell the guy to suck him off. These days however with two kids running around... and clever kids at that... it was as desperate as Robby turning to him in the kitchen with a “You know what’s super sexy? If you get the girls in bed 20 minutes early, we’d have time to take a shower.”

Quinn wouldn’t complain and neither would Robby. They knew what they were in for when they decided to start a family. It was worth it. Well... most days. But this had nothing to do with that. This was entertainment. And that was pretty much what Quinn told himself as his hand first reached up to scratch the back of his beanie while casually taking a look around before slipping under the table to glide his cold fingers over her knee. It was at that point that he took his eyes completely off the woman. Quinn is a smart boy. He knows that if he watches her, his actions would become far too obvious. So as his fingers made their way up her inner thigh, Quinn’s cheeky eyes were rather on the class below his daughter’s, putting their goddamn nativity play on.

It wasn’t till his fingers slipped past the fabric of her lace panties and Quinn felt the warm, soft and... wet folds of flesh that he so much as cleared his throat, adjusting his hips slightly as the initial rush of blood flooded his cock. With a quick swipe through her labia up to the hood of her clitoris where his middle finger rubbed the smallest of circles. It’s the easiest thing in the world. He had already worked her up, now he just has to work her out. And this was the fun part. Seeing how long she would last.

Next to him, Robby still sat with his hands neatly pressed together between his knees as he leaned forward to make sure he could see their oldest daughter Luna backstage and waiting for her turn to go on. It wasn’t gonna be for another 30 minutes but he was so excited. Just like her biological father, Quinn, Luna had anxiety and was prone to verbal diarrhoea when her nerves were on edge. Their youngest, on the other hand, was a confident social star like her father, Robby who leaned over towards his husband “Did you call the babysitter? Juno needs to take her medicine before bedtime.” and with the coolest expression in the world Quinn leaned in towards him, just as his fingers slipped inside the real object of his attention. “Don’t worry... I texted her 15 minutes ago. She’s on it.” And kissed the side of Robby’s head before straightening up again and quickly checking on the speechless woman surrounding his fingers. Her eyelids weak as her hands gripped the side of the table as subtly tortured as she could be. Quinn smirked and turned his attention back to the stage, flicking his fingers inside her.

The poor woman breathing heavily next to him, desperately trying not to give herself away but at the same time, trying to express to Quinn that she wanted more. She wanted his fucking cock. Her name was Kay and she’d had her eye on him since the day he and Robby put Luna in this school and finally getting her fucking chance... right here... right now. He must be so fucking starved for a woman’s touch. Her hand reaches out to his knees under the table and digs the tips of her acrylic nails in, to let him know how good it feels.

Quinn’s eye fall on his knee where the glittery nails start to slip up his leg. He knows where it’s going and he watches as her nerve gets stronger and stronger with every inch up his long leg. Quinn’s fingers push deeper and massage a little harder, encouraging her actions further. Quinn pushes his hips up as she reaches his thigh and watches the wild look in her eye as her fingertips make contact with the lovely seven inches pushing up against her palm. Her lips fall open with desire but the smirk on his face as his free hand moved to pry her’s off of him would kill you. He turned back to watch the performance as he now pulled his wet fingers from inside her with a scoff.

It took a second for her to register what the fuck had just happened. As the confusion starts to pull on her overly makeuped face. She watched frozen as Quinn’s hand make it’s way to his husband’s face. Quinn with a delicious smirk teased his fingers over Robby’s lips as the smaller man’s brows pulled together and his tongue slipped out to lick. “What’s that taste like?” Quinn asked his husband with a naughty grin creeping up on the side of his face.

Robby licked again and snorted immediately “Pussy.” And spun his head over to flash Quinn a curiously amused smile.

The woman watches in horror as Quinn’s fingers line his husband’s lips once again. “Do you miss it?” And further as Robby gives it another lick.

Robby pouts as his eyes finally find hers and he puts two and two together before flashing back to Quinn with an even more amused look. “Nope.” He says plainly, shrugging his shoulders.

Quinn leans in to place a sweet kiss on his husband’s lips. “Me neither.” And drops his hand to wipe off on his pants without giving a single glance further to Kay. “Hey...” he whisper’s in Robby’s ear, sending shivers down the smaller man’s spine, almost making him moan right there, cause if Quinn knew anything, it was how sensitive his man's neck is. “... if we leave right after Cleo gets her certificate, we could squeeze in time for a shower.”