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It was always just him and his dad. Jim, short for James, did not remember his mother, who had left them when he was an infant. Apparently, motherhood was too much for her and she couldn't do it. But it was okay. Aziraphale, his dad, was as good as two parents.
For the first few years of Jim's life, it was just the two of them. His dad was everything Jim needed, so he didn't really feel like something was missing. He hadn't even considered the alternative until he was introduced to his dad's friend several months ago.
After that, it was often him, his dad and Uncle Crowley. At first, Jim didn't understand why they needed another person in their lives. After all, he and his dad were the perfect team.
The first few weeks were difficult. Jim was a bit hesitant and shy around Crowley. He sometimes cried when his new uncle joined them in the activities that used to be just theirs.
“But that's our thing!” he pouted.
The boy couldn't know that, but every time his father heard his whining, it broke his heart.
Nonetheless, Uncle Crowley wasn't easily discouraged. He put a lot of effort into getting to know Jim, and slowly managed to win the boy's favour, just as he had won his father's heart.
Crowley turned out to be a fun uncle who was coming up with the best games and never said no to pranking his dad. Besides, Uncle Crowley earned the best nickname. Jim's father called him a demon quite often, and the boy thought it was the coolest thing. He once said that he wanted to be a demon too, which made the adults laugh.
When Jim pouted, Uncle Crowley told him, “You can't be a demon. Your dad's an angel.”
“But I want to! I can't be an angel. They're boring!”
“Am I boring to you?” his dad asked him.
The boy shrugged. He didn't really think that way, but he didn't want to be an angel either.
“You're the devil's spawn,” muttered his uncle.
“Crowley!”
The adults exchanged a brief glance.
“What's a spawn?” asked Jim.
“An offspring... a child,” his dad explained.
“Why am I the devil's spawn if my dad's an angel?” he asked his uncle.
“Because your dad is the devil in disguise!”
It made Jim giggle. “I like that,” he decided.
His dad shook his head and sighed, but he didn't comment on that further.
Uncle Crowley became an important part of their lives. He visited them almost daily, sometimes even staying overnight. Jim liked those nights because his uncle would read him bedside stories and make funnier voices than his dad. His father must have liked it too, because he smiled more and more every time Uncle Crowley spent the night at their house.
Breakfasts were also more fun with Uncle Crowley. He drank a lot of coffee and didn't eat much, but he knew how to make Jim giggle in no time. At some point, the boy started to wish his uncle would stay with them forever. It seemed that his father wanted that too.
The adults were weird in Jim's opinion. And his dad and uncle were no exception. On the contrary, they were a special kind of weirdo. He'd been gathering the evidence for a few weeks and hadn't told a single soul about it yet.
Jim was a curious and observant kid, but he kept many things to himself. At least until he understood them well enough to feel comfortable sharing them with his dad or his best friend.
Before Uncle Crowley came into his life, Jim's dad spent evenings cleaning or reading in his room. Jim knew that because sometimes he had trouble falling asleep after a bedtime story, or he woke up after an hour or so. One night he came up with the idea of becoming a spy, and since his father was the only other person in their house, he became a target. Jim quickly realised that his dad wasn't doing anything interesting when he thought he was asleep. After several futile attempts, he ceased to play a spy.
However, since Uncle Crowley was more fun than his dad, there was a chance that they would be doing something much more interesting while they thought he was sleeping. At the very least, they could be watching some action films that Uncle Crowley liked so much, and which Jim wasn't allowed to watch with him because according to his dad he was too young for them.
That was why when Uncle Crowley started staying the night, and Jim couldn't sleep, he decided to try his hand at spying again.
The first time it happened, his dad and uncle were in the living room, and the door wasn't entirely closed. Jim could hear that the TV was on, so he crept quietly to the door to peek, hoping they were watching one of Uncle Crowley's favourite films.
He couldn't see the entire screen from this angle, but what he saw wasn't interesting at all. There was no car race or fire. It looked like one of the boring things his dad watched once in a while. He called them documentaries if Jim remembered correctly.
Then Jim turned his attention to the sofa, where his father and uncle were sitting very close to each other. They appeared to be hugging, but he couldn't be sure, because he could only see the backs of their heads in the dim light of the TV.
His dad was humming or sighing. It was hard to tell because the sound was so faint. A moment later, Uncle Crowley's head dipped towards his father's lap. Jim thought that his uncle must have been sleepy and wondered if his dad would play with his hair to lull him. Jim loved it when his dad did that to him, and hoped that Uncle Crowley would like it too. Perhaps then he would move in with them permanently.
Jim decided to go back to bed and spy on his favourite adults another night. Maybe next time they would be doing something more exciting.
Crowley's hand was moving on his cock at a teasingly slow pace. It would have been a torture, if it hadn't felt so good. Crowley clearly knew what he was doing.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Aziraphale wished he could return the favour, but Crowley explicitly told him not to.
“Tonight's about you,” he mumbled against his neck.
Aziraphale was defenceless. He could not believe how lucky he was to have Crowley in his life. He had never felt like this before. So loved and desired. He'd never felt such a connection with anyone else, not even his ex-wife. Not even for a second.
It made him wonder if it was just because Crowley was a man. He didn't think so, but Aziraphale had been in the closet for so long that he could not be sure. He'd been so deep in the closet that it scared him. Crowley was the first man to flirt with him, kiss him and touch him. Part of Aziraphale hoped Crowley would remain the only man who would ever do those things to him. He knew that life was a fleeting thing, and all his plans and hopes could be shattered in an instant, but he longed to spend the rest of his life with this man. He longed to grow old with him.
Crowley was so patient with him, knowing that Aziraphale had no experience with men. It did not discourage him when Aziraphale told him. Crowley did not judge him and assured him he was worth waiting for. Those words turned Aziraphale's world upside down. They shook the wall he had been building around himself ever since his wife left.
Aziraphale and Crowley started off as friends. At first, Aziraphale didn't even realise that Crowley was flirting with him. Crowley had always been a flirt, but never with him. At least that was what he thought. That was how deep in the closet he was.
He would never forget the moment he realised he fancied his friend. It was a silly thing, but it meant a lot to Aziraphale. He accidentally left one of his favourite books on the bus. An old edition. Jim's teacher called him because Jim didn't feel well, and Aziraphale rushed to get to his son. It was nothing serious, but Jim was his priority. Later that day, he texted Crowley, telling him how silly he felt for being upset about the book. Crowley assured him it wasn't silly, and the next day he showed up at his door with the book he'd lost in hand. That was the moment Aziraphale realised how much this man meant to him. There must have been something in the way he looked at him, because Crowley whispered “angel” in a way he'd never said before. Aziraphale let him in so they could talk. Jim was already asleep, so they had to be quiet, but Crowley understood that completely. They talked half the night. Aziraphale had to explain his boundaries and concerns, and Crowley proved to be the most understanding and patient person Aziraphale had ever met.
From that day on, they were slowly building their relationship. They kissed for the first time three weeks after that memorable conversation. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, but when it happened, Aziraphale realised that he didn't want to live without it any more.
Their kisses became bolder and more passionate in the following days. Aziraphale knew that Crowley was eager to do more than that, but he never tried to pressure him into it.
“You set the pace,” Crowley kept reminding him. “You have to tell me what you're ready for. I won't try to assume anything.”
It wasn't easy and it took some time, but Aziraphale learned to express his needs without shame.
It all brought them to this moment. They had been kissing and giving each other handjobs so far, but Aziraphale felt he was ready for a bit more. In the past, he would have buried his needs deep in the closet, but Crowley had taught him better, so he told him what he wanted.
Crowley was thrilled to give it to him. He started with something Aziraphale was already familiar with: a maddeningly slow handjob. And Aziraphale hated how much he loved the torture.
His partner took his time. Aziraphale couldn't help but gasp and sigh. Just when he thought he was about to come like this, Crowley lowered his head and took his cock into his mouth.
The feeling was transcendent. Aziraphale had received a blowjob before, but it was nothing like this. His ex-wife treated it as an obligation in return for the oral sex he was giving her. He'd never demanded a blowjob in return, but she must have thought it was a given. Aziraphale wished she had that level of commitment to her motherhood.
Crowley managed to quickly banish all his bad memories. It was unbelievable how good he was at this. His tongue and throat worked on Aziraphale's cock while his hand played with his balls. In no time, Crowley took Aziraphale's cock to the root. That was impressive and Aziraphale hoped that one day he would learn to return the favour with the same finesse and skill.
Aziraphale came down his partner's throat in no time. It would have been embarrassing, if it hadn't been Crowley.
His lover released his cock with a pop and grinned cheekily at him before kissing him. There was something intoxicating about the taste of himself in Crowley's mouth. Aziraphale had never tasted cum before and he just couldn't wait to taste Crowley's.
The next time Jim couldn't sleep was the day before his 7th birthday. He was too excited about the small party and the presents he was going to get. Not to mention the birthday cake his dad was supposed to bake tonight. Uncle Crowley offered to help him with the task, even though Jim's dad was an excellent baker and didn't need any help. The boy didn't want to break his uncle's heart, so he didn't tell him that.
However, it all gave Jim another chance to play a spy.
The light in the kitchen was on, but the door was shut, so he could not take a look inside. Nevertheless, Jim sneaked up to the door in hopes of hearing what they were talking about. He knew that eavesdropping was not polite, but he was a spy and as such he was obliged to do certain things. Besides, they could be talking about his present and he really wanted to find out what he was going to get.
To his surprise, his dad and uncle talked about some cream, which was boring. The birthday cakes were delicious, but Jim wasn't interested in the process of making them if he wasn't allowed to mix the ingredients. He sighed, disappointed, and went back to him room.
They did a great job with Jim's birthday cake. It looked good and Aziraphale knew it would taste even better. He never thought that baking with another person could be so fun. Perhaps it just had to be the right person, and Crowley certainly qualified.
Now that the cake was ready and set aside to cool down, they should probably clean up the kitchen, but Aziraphale felt an urge to be a little naughty. He hoped Crowley would play along. After all, he had explicitly told him to express his needs directly.
“What is it, angel? What do you need?” Crowley asked. He must have noticed the glimmer in his eyes.
“When you said you liked my thighs, did you really mean that?” said Aziraphale tentatively.
Crowley raised his right eyebrow. “Of course. They're luscious. Why?”
“I'm not ready for full penetration yet, but I was wondering...” He hesitated.
“Yes?” Crowley enquired.
“Would you be interested in fucking my thighs?” asked Aziraphale, giving him a sheepish smile.
“Oh, angel... The things you do to me,” said Crowley in his husky voice.
“Is that a yes?” murmured Aziraphale.
Crowley groaned, took a couple of steps and pressed him lightly against the edge of the kitchen table. “Here?” he whispered into Aziraphale's ear.
“Yes.”
They stripped down at a surprising speed. There was no lube in the kitchen, but Aziraphale grabbed a bottle of olive oil instead. He hastily smeared it all over his thighs and turned around, presenting Crowley with his prominent backside. His man hummed in appreciation.
Aziraphale had read about intercrural sex and had taken a look at some pictures and short videos. He knew it could work in different positions, depending on the height difference between the partners, and he was interested in trying all of them, but for now the position he took seemed the most comfortable in this setting. He put his hands on the tabletop and leaned against it slightly.
Crowley did not waste time. He was hard and pushed his cock between Aziraphale's thighs and sighed contently. Aziraphale could not agree more with his reaction. The feeling was very mutual. Crowley aimed high with his thrusts, pressing against his testicles and penis. Moreover, Crowley was not solely focused on their nether regions. He pressed his lips to Aziraphale's neck and kissed it lovingly.
“Oh, Crowley...” he moaned as quietly as he could. Waking his son up with the sex sounds was the last thing he wanted to do.
The olive oil did the job nicely, letting Crowley thrust easily at any pace they wanted.
“Oh darling... you're going to cream all over the table...”
Aziraphale didn't know why he said that. It must have been because of their baking. The metaphor just slipped his mouth. He began to worry that it was too weird for his partner, but Crowley made a “Ngk” sound and started thrusting even more forcefully.
It gave Aziraphale courage to continue.
“Cream me... I wanna see your cream all over my body, darling... Help me cream all over yours...”
Crowley slid out from between his thighs, but before Aziraphale could express his protest, his partner turned him around in his arms and sat him on the table.
“Lie down, angel,” he whispered and Aziraphale happily obeyed.
Crowley put Aziraphale's legs in the air and with one swift thrust slid his cock back between his thighs.
It wasn't the most comfortable position, but Aziraphale didn't mind. He couldn't help but think it was a brilliant idea. Cowley was going to come all over his body, just like he asked him to. And Aziraphale would do the same.
They both were already very close and it didn't take them long to reach their climax. Aziraphale came first from overstimulation, but Crowley followed him a moment later, creaming all over his belly and chest. One clump of cum reached even Aziraphale's chin, but neither of them knew whose cum it was. Their loads blended perfectly, creating a beautiful painting on Aziraphale's body.
“You creamed me so nicely,” mumbled Aziraphale.
“And now I'm gonna clean you up,” he whispered and pressed his tongue to Aziraphale's skin.
“Oh, lord,” moaned Aziraphale.
The cleaning up was almost as enjoyable as making the mess. Crowley was very thorough. He paid extra attention to Aziraphale's dickhead and perked nipples. Aziraphale had no idea his nipples were so sensitive, but thanks to Crowley he had discovered so many new things about himself that he shouldn't have been so surprised.
He hoped that one day soon he would lick their mixed cum off Crowley's body as well. He had a feeling that Crowley would love it too.
It had been weeks since Jim had last had the chance to play in his spy game. It wasn't something he eagerly waited for, but when the opportunity arose, he couldn't ignore it.
This time he sneaked out of his room to see if the adults were up to something interesting instead of sleeping. At first the house seemed completely enveloped in darkness and silence. Jim was about to go back to bed and call off his spy mission when he heard a hushed voice coming from the bathroom.
It spiked his curiosity, so he came closer to the door and realised that the bathroom only appeared to be dark. The overhead light was off, but there was a faint beam of light coming from the crack under the door. Jim thought someone inside was using a torch or a candle and that was something new.
The boy wanted to find out if it was his father or his uncle. Finally, after all this time, he was given an interesting spy assignment. He moved closer to the door, as quietly as he could, and listened with held breath.
For a minute all he could hear was water, but then a breakthrough occurred in his investigation, and he heard not one but two familiar voices. His dad and Uncle Crowley were inside together and it looked like they were both having a bath.
That was a surprising news for Jim. He had no idea that two adults could bathe together. He heard from his friend at school that his younger twin sisters often did that, but they were 3 years old and very tiny. They could easily fit together in the bath. However, his dad and uncle were two grown men. It couldn't be comfortable for them to share a bath.
Jim wished he could sneak inside the bathroom and see how it worked, but that wasn't possible. Even if the door wasn't locked, he would reveal his presence, and that was something a spy couldn't do.
The boy tried to find out what they were talking about, because it could give him a clue as to why they were sharing a bath, but their voices were hushed and the sound of water made it impossible to understand anything.
After a few minutes of an uneventful eavesdropping, he returned to his room and bed. He had to come to terms with the thought that adults were simply weird.
Having a bath together in the light of scented candles after such a long and tiring day was a splendid idea. Aziraphale was so happy that Crowley had suggested it. And it gave him ideas that Crowley agreed to with great enthusiasm.
They had been pondering taking the first step towards anal sex for quite some time. Aziraphale knew that he wanted to at least try it to see if he liked it. He knew Crowley had done it with his former partners and that he enjoyed it both ways.
Crowley assured him countless times that he didn't expect Aziraphale to engage in anal sex and that he was fully content with the other things they did. However, the lack of interest in anal sex wasn't a problem here. Aziraphale wanted to give it a try and told Crowley so. The problem lay with Aziraphale's self-esteem and vulnerability. He'd never had anal sex with his wife or any other woman. The thought never even crossed his mind until he realised he wasn't straight.
To make the transition easier for him, Crowley offered to bottom for him for the first few times, or always, if that was something he wanted.
“You would have complete control over it,” Crowley told him once. “Maybe it would resemble something you know.”
Aziraphale knew that he meant the vaginal sex, but it would be nothing like a penis in a vagina. He didn't even want it to resemble what he had with his wife. That was probably the main reason why Aziraphale was so stubborn about being a bottom during their first time. Besides, the thought of being taken like that by Crowley was undeniably appealing to him. Aziraphale longed to feel his cock inside him. He wanted to find out if his prostate was particularly sensitive. And finally, he wanted to be filled to the brim with Crowley’s cum.
There was no other way than to slowly ease into the next stage in their sex life. That was why they were having a bath together now and Crowley was circling Aziraphale's puckered hole with his fingers. Aziraphale had to get used to fingering first, and it was much easier in the warm water where he could relax much quicker.
Crowley took his time. He didn't push in more than a fingertip at a time, giving Aziraphale time and space to adjust. Eventually, Aziraphale encouraged Crowley to push his finger deeper and his lover did so slowly, watching him closely all the time.
“I'm not made of glass,” Aziraphale mumbled and moaned as Crowley pressed his finger against what he assumed was his prostate. He hoped it would feel good, but it surpassed his expectations.
“Do you want more, angel?” asked Crowley in a hushed voice.
“Yes!”
Crowley added a second finger and soon a third one. Aziraphale's reactions were exquisitely encouraging. His sighs and muffled moans were music to Crowley's ears.
“Do you trust me?” Crowley asked suddenly.
“Yes.”
“Then turn around.”
Aziraphale looked at his lover questioningly.
“Don't worry. I won't push my cock inside you without your consent,” he assured him hastily.
“I know that.”
“I'd just like to taste you if that's okay with you,” whispered Crowley and licked his lips.
Aziraphale's eyes widened, but as soon as the realisation sank in, he turned around and gave Crowley better access to his hole.
“What a beautiful morsel you've been hiding all this time,” murmured Crowley before pressing his tongue against his hole.
Aziraphale hadn't been rimmed before, so he had no comparison, but Crowley deserved to be called the king of rimming in his book. He brought him to the edge simply by stimulating his hole. The climax was earth-shattering, and he was glad that Crowley thought of putting his hand over Aziraphale's mouth. Otherwise, he would surely have woken his son.
Jim almost gave up on his dream of becoming a spy. The last few times he woke up at night, the whole house was silent and enveloped in complete darkness. The last time this happened, Uncle Crowley wasn't even there because he had to go on a business trip. It had been a quiet week and his dad seemed sadder than he had been in a long time.
When Uncle Crowley returned, so did the smile to his dad's face. Jim even caught them kissing in the living room in the middle of the day.
“Yuk, I'll never kiss anyone!” he exclaimed, making the adults chuckle.
“We'll see in 10 years,” said his dad.
“No!”
“You may change your mind if you meet the right person,” his uncle told him.
“Is dad your right person?” the boy asked curiously.
Uncle Crowley looked at his dad and smiled softly. “Oh yeah... he is,” he said, making his father blush.
Jim did not change his mind. Adults were weird.
When he woke up the following night, he sneaked out of his room to practice his spying skills. Since Uncle Crowley stayed overnight, there was a chance that they were still awake. His dad had a habit of staying up late when Uncle Crowley was around, and they seemed to do a lot of things together then. This night was no exception.
Jim knew that Uncle Crowley slept in his dad's bedroom and not on the couch in the living room. No one ever tried to pretend otherwise.
There was only one bed in his dad's room, but he didn't think it was weird. When he had a sleepover at his friend's house, he also slept in the same bed as his friend. Besides, married couples often shared a bedroom, and although his dad and uncle weren't married, he thought they might marry someday. Jim wouldn't mind it at all. He thought it would be great to have Uncle Crowley around all the time. But it also made him wonder if his uncle would become his second dad then. He wouldn't mind that either. In fact, he quite liked the idea. His mum had left and was probably never coming back. He loved his dad very much and thought he was enough for him, but most kids had two parents. There was even one bully at school who made fun of him because he only had one. Jim would love to tell everyone someday that he had two dads now.
The boy pushed all those thoughts aside. He had a spy mission now and he should focus on that.
Jim quickly realised that his dad and uncle were in the bedroom, but they were not sleeping. The door was closed so he couldn't take a look inside, but the light was coming from under the door and he could hear some sounds.
Jim stepped closer and realised that it sounded like they were jumping on the bed. His imagination conjured up images of an epic pillow fight. But it did not seem like something his father would do. On the other hand, it sounded like the kind of fun Uncle Crowley might enjoy. Perhaps his uncle had talked his dad into having a pillow fight. He was a charmer after all, and his dad clearly liked him.
The boy listened for a moment longer and thought that if it wasn't a pillow fight, then maybe the adults were exercising. His father had recently mentioned that he wanted to get in shape. Uncle Crowley had replied: “you're in a great shape, angel,” which put a smile on his dad's face, but perhaps he decided to try to work on it anyway. Either way, it sounded like his dad and uncle were jumping, huffing and puffing.
Jim thought that they must be looking ridiculous, whether it was a pillow fight or workout. He wished he could see that with his own eyes, but that would blow his cover and upset the adults. As tempting as it was, he dismissed the idea and went back to bed. Just before falling asleep, he thought he was going to tell his best friend all about it.
Tonight was the night. Crowley had been away on a business trip all week, which gave Aziraphale time to think. He decided they had waited long enough and that he was ready for full anal experience.
Aziraphale trusted Crowley completely with their sex life. He knew that his partner would be gentle and patient. At least until Aziraphale told him to be rough and fast. Aziraphale wasn't sure how their first anal would turn out to be, but he knew Crowley would take care of him.
He had used the time Crowley was gone to start preparing his arse for penetration. He had bought a few sex toys a while back, but they'd only ever used them on Crowley. Every night that week, after he put Jim to bed and waited a decent amount of time, Aziraphale used one of the toys on himself to get used to the feeling of having something bigger than Crowley's fingers or tongue in his anus. Aziraphale started with the smallest toy and switched to the slightly larger one each night. He'd been doing that for the entire week Crowley was gone, and the thought that these toys had once been inside his lover thrilled him immensely.
Aziraphale told Crowley about it as soon as he was left alone with him in the living room. The man asked him if he was sure, and when he enthusiastically confirmed it, Crowley kissed him passionately. Of course that was the exact moment his son walked into the room and declared that he would never kiss anyone in his life. It was hilarious, but Aziraphale couldn't wait for Jim to go to bed tonight. He was hungry for his partner and truly needed that alone time with him. Aziraphale had never felt anything like this before in his life.
The time finally arrived. He was alone with Crowley in his bedroom. They slowly stripped each other and climbed on the bed. They began with kissing and touching, but Aziraphale was ready for more and soon demanded more.
“Bossy angel,” muttered Crowley teasingly, but his fingers finally reached for the lube, found Aziraphale's hole and breached it with his lubed fingers. There was barely any resistance, which made Crowley raise his eyebrows. “You really were busy when I was gone,” he said with a wink.
“I told you. Are you disappointed?”
“No at all, angel. Not at all.”
They had previously discussed the position they would take for Aziraphale's first anal penetration, so they both knew roughly what to expect. Aziraphale thought he'd be happy with any position, but Crowley insisted on giving him full control over pace, depth and everything else.
That is how Aziraphale found himself on top of Crowley, hoping to have the ride of his life. Crowley didn't enter him right away. They started by rubbing against each other, trying to set the right pace. The friction was delicious, but Aziraphale climbed on top of Crowley for more and he intended to get more.
When he finally sank on his partner's cock, it was a bit uncomfortable, but he knew that he just needed time to adjust. It was the same with his toys, so it didn't surprise him at all. Crowley remained still, giving him as much time as Aziraphale needed, even though it was clear that he wanted to thrust deeper inside him.
Aziraphale rewarded him with a sweet kiss and slowly began to move his hips, seeking the right angle. He knew that he could find it. He had found it before with his toys and Crowley had found it multiple times with his fingers. Aziraphale's prostate was there and he just needed to find the right angle to have Crowley's cock rub deliciously against it.
It took him longer than he wanted to admit, but he finally found the holy grail of his anatomy. And Crowley's cock was teasing it just the way Aziraphale wanted. He increased the pace slightly, sinking a little bit deeper on his lover's cock and thrusting more forcefully. After that it all escalated quickly. Aziraphale had no idea that he had so much strength in his pelvis and thighs. At one point, it felt more like a bouncing session than riding, and the sounds Crowley was making only encouraged him to continue.
Aziraphale wished it could go on for much longer, but the stimulation was too strong and soon he came with a moan, painting Crowley's chest and face with cum.
Crowley didn't last much longer and came deep inside Aziraphale with an even louder moan.
They were both panting loudly and as soon as Crowley opened his arms, Aziraphale fell into them.
“How did you like it, angel?” he whispered into his ear.
Aziraphale purred. “So much I want a repeat in the morning,” he mumbled.
“You'll be sore.”
“I don't care. But next time you should do all the hard work.”
Crowley chuckled. “As you wish, angel,” he said. “As you wish.”
It was a lazy Sunday morning. Jim's dad made pancakes for breakfast, humming cheerfully, while Uncle Crowley made cocoa for him, tea for his dad and coffee for himself.
It didn't skip Jim's attention that his uncle pinched his dad's thigh playfully, making him squirm. They were both grinning like crazy.
“Take a seat, dear,” his dad said to his uncle eventually. “Your coffee is getting cold and you like it hot.”
“There are other things I like hot, angel,” replied Crowley with a wink, but did as he was asked.
Jim looked at him curiously. “What other things?” he asked innocently.
His dad barely contained his laughter while his uncle looked a little panicked. “All sorts of things,” he said quickly. “I just don't like being cold.”
The first pancake landed on Jim's plate and it was delicious. His dad called them crêpes, but Jim didn't care which name was corrected. They were one of Jim's favourite foods either way. He was just about to tell Uncle Crowley about it when his dad sat down next to him with a cup of tea in his hand and an untouched pancake on his plate.
Jim looked at him questioningly and noticed that his dad was looking at him too.
“You're not eating,” he pointed out. “They're really good.”
“I'll eat them in a moment, but I want to ask you something first,” his dad said and glanced at Uncle Crowley for a second.
“We want to ask you something,” his uncle chimed in.
Jim became a little suspicious. “Is it bad?” he asked.
“Not bad,” his dad assured him. “We have an idea and we want to hear your opinion. Please remember that we won't do anything you're not okay with.”
“What is it?”
Aziraphale took a deep breath and asked, “What would you say if Uncle Crowley moved in with us?”
Jim's eyes widened. “He'd stay with us every night?” he asked enthusiastically.
“It would be his home too,” his dad clarified.
“You can say no. I won't be upset,” Uncle Crowley assured him.
“But I want you to stay with us,” said Jim. “I like it when you read me bedtime stories.”
“I like reading to you too.”
A beam spread over Jim's face. “When can you move in? Can I help you pack?”
Both adults looked amused and relieved.
“Dad, we need to make room for uncle's things,” he said decisively.
“You're more happy about it than your dad,” muttered Crowley, as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Dad's happy too,” Jim assured him. “Is that why you were jumping on his bed last night? Because you were happy?”
Uncle Crowley spat out his coffee and his dad gasped. They both looked stunned.
“What's wrong?” asked Jim.
“Did... did we wake you last night?” his dad asked. He was paler than usual.
“No. I just couldn't sleep,” he said sheepishly.
“Is... is everything alright then?”
“Yes! I jump on my bed too when I'm happy about something. Why?” the boy asked.
“Your dad is just embarrassed to admit that adults bounce on their beds too when they're very happy,” said Uncle Crowley. “Adults generally don't want their kids to know this. We look weird when we do that.”
“Crowley...”
“That's silly,” Jim decided. “Adults are so weird.”
“Agreed,” said his uncle with a wink.
Jim looked at him closely, pondering a question.
“What is it, kid?” asked Crowley.
“So... you're moving in with us,” he began hesitantly. “Does it... Does it mean you're going to marry my dad?” he finally dared to ask.
This time it was Jim's dad who spat out his beverage. He and Uncle Crowley exchanged a quick glance.
“I am. One day. If he'll have me.”
Jim noticed a small smile on his dad's face.
“He will,” the boy said confidently.
“So you're okay with it? Do I have your permission to propose?” asked Crowley in an innocent tone.
“Yes!”
“Great.”
“I'm glad to hear that,” said his dad. Jim couldn't see that because he was looking at his uncle, but Aziraphale visibly relaxed.
It did not escape Crowley's attention, though.
“Do you have any other questions, kid?”
Jim pondered for a short while and then nodded.
“Go on,” Uncle Crowley encouraged him while his dad remained surprisingly quiet.
“If you marry my dad... will that make you my dad too?” he asked shyly.
Crowley looked him in the eye and asked, “Would you like that?”
“Very much.”
His uncle smiled at him and said, “Then I'd be happy to call you my son and officially adopt you if your dad agrees.”
Jim looked at his father and noticed tears in his eyes. “Are you sad?” he asked.
“These are happy tears,” his dad explained hastily. “I'm just so happy that you two get on together.”
“Will you let Uncle Crowley adopt me then?” asked Jim.
“Well... he has to propose first and then marry me.”
“He will!”
Jim had no doubts about that and he wasn't wrong. Uncle Crowley proposed to his father a month later, during their family trip to the South Downs, and his dad said yes. From then on, Jim started officially calling Crowley his father and none of the adults tried to correct him.
Crowley applied to adopt Jim as soon as it was possible. They received the positive decision just before their wedding, and it was the best gift they could have asked for.
Jim hadn't known that his family was missing anything until he met Crowley. Now he had two wonderful fathers who loved him very much. He stopped spying on them at night after his friend explained to him that adults did all sorts of strange things when they thought their kids were sleeping, and that it was how his friend got his baby sisters.
Jim wouldn't mind having a sibling, so one day at breakfast he asked his parents about it. They both choked on their beverages.
“You need to stop asking us these questions when we're drinking something,” said Crowley, amused.
“My thoughts exactly.” Aziraphale took a deep breath. “Darling, neither me nor your papa can get pregnant and carry a child.”
“Why not?”
“We don't have a uterus. It's a sac in the belly that can carry a baby,” he explained. “Your mother was born with one, but we weren't.”
“That's fine,” said Jim with a sigh. “Could I have a pet then? A bunny or a snake?”
“That's an interesting range of pets,” Crowley chimed in.
“A cat or a dog then? Maybe a hamster?”
Jim's list of potential pets was long.
“We'll think about it,” Aziraphale told him and looked at his husband pleadingly.
They ended up having a bunny, which made Jim very happy. Aziraphale and Crowley hadn't told him yet, but they were considering adopting a child together. Their son planted this idea in their heads and it grew on them. This time, however, they wanted to make the decision themselves. It was too delicate and important to let Jim help them make it. With their son's infectious enthusiasm, they would most likely end up adopting triplets and they were not ready for that.