Chore Day

Roddy stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He sat up and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He rolled over, draping his arm around Zak. "Time to get up, sugar," he sighed in his ear.

Zak moaned into his pillow. "Don't wanna," he whined.

Roddy smiled and nuzzled his lover's ear. "You gotta be a good boy and go to work."

"Nooo."

Roddy nuzzled his ear a second time before tickling it with his tongue. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey," he laughed.

"Stop it!" Zak giggled as Roddy nipped the shell of his ear. "Stop, you weirdo!"

"Om nom nom!" Roddy growled as he nibbled.

Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around both young men. "You having fun without me?" Hazard laughed as he hugged them.

"Roddy's trying to eat me!" Zak exclaimed.

"Zak's being a bad boy!" Roddy said in turn.

"Uh oh, does he need a spanking?" Hazard gave them a squeeze and grinned.

"He doesn't want to go to work," Roddy tattled.

"Well, you don't have to," Hazard said, "but you should. Builds character, teaches responsibility... Who am I kidding? Let's just stay in bed and fuck all day."

Roddy smiled and rolled onto his back. "As much as I would love that," he sighed, "today's chore day. We've got stuff to do."

"Oh, yeah," Hazard replied morosely.

The young man snuggled closer to him and soothed, "We can play around when we come home, Daddy. Come on, we've got to get a move on."

Grumbling, the other two left the bed.

Roddy smiled and followed suit. "Zaky, you'll be late at this rate," he said. "Get a move on, babe."

"I know, I know," Zak whined, picking his clothes from the floor. "Ugh, adult life sucks. I used to look forward to the weekends and summer!"

Hazard scoffed and rolled his eyes as he pulled on a pair of boxers. "Boy, you've got it easy," he s...

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...ir cat Dodo lazed. He gave her a pillow and a blanket before kissing her forehead and returning to the kitchen. "So, eggs?" He turned on the stove and began gathering what he needed. "Sis, if you decide you want some food, just let me know and I'll cook for you."

Cissy was silent.

Roddy sighed and continued with his cooking.

Hazard got to his feet and moved toward Roddy. "She seems to be getting worse," he said in the young man's ear.

"I know," Roddy replied morosely.

Hazard ran his fingers through his dark curls, murmuring, "She's been acting strange for a few days now. Maybe you should take her back to the psychiatrist."

"Perhaps," Roddy mumbled. His fist tightened around the handle of the pan in his hand. "But I'm sure she'll be fine."

Hazard looked down uncertainly. "Yeah..."

Roddy turned and smiled at him. "Enough negativity," he said sweetly. "Go wake up Isis."