A Second Round In Hell

Kyndal hummed to himself as he drew himself a bath, slipping into the tub of warm soapy water. He sank down, letting it come up to his nose, the suds hiding his face if someone were to look in. He reached an arm out of the tub to grab the pregnancy test he had lying there.
He had been dying for another kid lately. Cove was all grown and married and what fun was that? He had been sure to clench his cheeks together after Rhett came inside of him lately, keeping the release tight inside, wanting to help himself conceive. They sure as hell fucked enough. It was a miracle they didn't have hundreds of babies already. He knew he probably should have made sure Rhett wanted another but he knew his husband and assumed he would.
So every week he had been taking a test and so far they had all been negative. But he was feeling very sick this morning so he hoped for the best. He took the test and waited, his eyes snapping over as he heard the beeping sound.
Positive.
Hell yes.

Rhett was out back in the yard. He had a weight lifting set that he worked out with to keep in shape. He had been out there for a goof hour and a half, just trying to keep himself busy since he didn't have much else to do. Kyndal had not felt good that morning, and had abandoned him in favor of a bath. Cove was married, and spending all of his time with Leon. Trever was busy with Toni, and Rhett simply did not feel like going out to a bar. He must be getting old.
As the man pulled himself up on the metal bar, in the middle of his sixtieth pull up, he was struck with a feeling of nostalgia. He missed the days when he complained about not having the time to work out. That had been when Cove was a small child. He had spent all the time with his son, making sure the boy did nothing that Rhett couldn't see. He was there for Cove's first everything, he was there to play, and bathe his son. He read him books every night for bed. His son had been his life, and he still was, but Rhett didn't see the boy as much anymore. He understood that was a part of growing up but it still pained him. He missed the days when he could cradle his son in his arms, and bounce him on one knee. He missed when he and Kyndal where the only men in his son's life.
He simply missed his baby.

"Rhett!" Kyndal's voice rang throughout the home, hoping Rhett could hear him from wherever he was. He was excited to tell his lover but he was far too lazy to get out of the bath he had just made for himself. Plus, he and Rhett had been intimate the previous night and walking was such a chore, like always after they made love.

Rhett glanced over to his home, dropping himself to the ground in his hurry to get inside. Of course he figured Kyndal was just being his lazy arse like he always was, but Rhett never liked to chance something being wrong with him.
He found his way into the bathroom, opening the door with a grunt. "What doh ya want, shartstack?"

Kyndal grinned at seeing his lover's face, tugging the man down so he could kiss him softly.
"How would you feel about having another baby?"

Rhett paused as if the question had caught him off guard. He reached into the tub, a large hand rubbing down Kyndal's side. "Ah'm nowt realleh sure." He answered honestly. "Ah think ah would like ta ave' one though." His accent with thick as he mulled this over. "Ah actualleh think ah want one."

Kyndal's grin only grew at this.
"I'm glad to hear that." He nodded happily. "Cause it looks like we're having one." He pulled the test out that he had been hiding under the water, flashing it to his lover.

Rhett snatched it from him, eyes narrowed on Kyndal as he carefully examined the test. Soon though a large toothy smile split his face. Reaching into the water, he plucked Kyndal out, crashing the boy into a bone crushing hug.
"Yar givin' meh anothar'!"

Kyndal giggled happily as he wrapped his arms around Rhett's neck.
"Be careful you don't hurt it!" He laughed, beaming though as he was crushed in the man's tight grip.

"Ya know ah wont." Rhett pressed Kyndal close, though now he was wary of the others stomach. "Ah got ta call Treva." The man spoke aloud, his gears turning. They had to get ready for this baby. "Ya think weh could get new clothes er' use Coveh's old ones?"

"We can use Cove's old clothes if they'll fit. Cove was chubby." He giggled softly. "And we will need to buy some new ones because you got to make Cove all tough like you so I get to make this one a fierce little bitch!" Kyndal grinned, nodding his head.

"Oh noh yar nowt." Rhett shook his head, gently lowering Kyndal back into the water, but dropping to one knee so he could see be eye level with him. "Ya don' need ta put sexual ideas inta mah babeh."

"I'm not gonna make him be a slut." Kyndal whined. "I just want him to be pretty!" He flailed his arms around, leaning back in the water.

"Ah think when et comes out, et can decider fer etself what et wants ta beh." Rhett rolled his eyes, he would love Cove even if his son had wound up 'pretty' like Kyndal wanted. Though he was proud Cove was as strong as he was. Rhett still worried though, Cove didn't know it but Briley had received many threats when screwing around with him.

"Oh fine." Kyndal whined. "But I'm still buying it a lot of pink clothes." He nodded happily.

"Ya doh what ya will." Rhett paused in thought. "Et can wear pink if et es ah girl. Yar nowt going ta confuse et!" He whined shook his head, though he wore a large smile. "Yar alreadeh working on making tha poor thing gender f*cked."

"That is my job! If I had my way, Cove would be walking around in drag by now!" He laughed softly. "But I suppose I can be good and let it be whatever it wants." He pouted lightly.

Rhett laughed softly, leaning in to kiss Kyndal's cheek. His stubble tickling the boys face as he did so. "Ah hate ta disappoint ya love, but ah think Coveh would look horribleh as ah women.". But his baby was precious either way.

"He would." Kyndal nodded in agreement. "He's got your manly features." He stuck his tongue out.

"Makes him sexeh.". Rhett cracked a smile, rubbing his jaw. He was good looking and he knew it. It showed with how he carried himself, and it made him a very dangerous person. He could charm anyone.

"I suppose so." Kyndal winked. "Get in the bath with me." He whined, tugging at the collar of the man's shirt, pulling him down closer.

Rhett chuckled softly, his hands moving to remove his shirt. Muscles rippled under tight bronzed skin. His chest and abdomen chiseled to perfection. His arms were worthy of a God, on his right shoulder he had Cove's foot prints from when he was a baby, the boys nice written under them, along with his date of birth. It was marked as one of the happiest days of his life. On the wrist of that same arm, he had the date he married Kyndal, and the boys initials tattooed, along with a small bird. Almost like the one on his opposite arm, his bicep, he had another bird tattooed, upside down, its beak reaching for a heart. This is also one he had gotten with his short stack in mind. Kyndal reminded him of a bird, a free creature.
He removed his pants neck, winking down at his lover as his boxers fell away, his member dangling between his legs, thick and long.
He slipped into the tub, pulling Kyndal's back into his chest as he got himself comfortable.

Kyndal grinned back at him, leaning into his lover.
"You're so damned sexy." He purred, curling up to Rhett's chest as he let his eyes slip shut.

"Ah know ah am." Rhett watched his lover, large hands hooking together around Kyndal's slender waist. "An ah know someone else who isn 'alf bad theirselves."

"Who would that be?" Kyndal hummed, smiling softly as he moved to place his hands atop of Rhett's, squeezing them tightly.