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He grabbed Simon's hand and tugged him toward the ladder, eager to get settled in with Simon and Bay and get some sleep so they could play in the morning when Bay finally came to.

Rick's eyebrow rose when they walked in, his lip curling.

He went right up to the man, pushed into Rick's personal space. "I'm going to bed and Simon's coming with me. If you have a problem with that, I don't want to hear about it."

"You won't be the one to hear about sleeping with our clients, Kendrick."

"You telling me you didn't sleep with Bay?" He decided to trust Simon's instincts.

Those coffee and cream cheeks turned a deep pink. "What?"

Score one for Simon.

"You slept with Bay, so I don't see as how you could have anything to say about Simon sleeping with me."

"This is between O'Neal and me." Rick looked at him, then at Simon.

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm the one who wants Simon in bed with us -- it's got nothing to do with you."

"And your brother? Have you asked him what he wants?"

"What's it to you?" Bay would go along with whatever he wanted. Bay always did.

Him being happy made Bay happy.

"I happen to think Bay deserves to get what he wants." Rick sniffed, wrinkled his nose. "You might try thinking about it."

"Christ, lay off the kid, Rick. I'll go back out."

"No, stay right where you are, Simon. You're coming to bed with me."

He glared and got right up in Rick's face. "I don't like your

implications. I love Bay and you don't know anything about us. So back the fuck off."

"And if Bay wants me in bed with him?"

"Then you can fucking join us! I told Simon that." He rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go fuck."

"Jesus, you are a one note song, aren't you?" Rick growled, shook his head.

"I said lay off the kid, Rick." Simon's growl was lower, sharper.

"Go fuck yourself, O'Neal."

"No! I want him to go fuck me! And the only person who's having a problem with that is you and given that you fucked my brother, I don't see where you get off being such a fucking asshole!"

"Ken? What the fuck?" Bay stood by the door to the bedroom, wrapped in a white sheet and blinking at the light.

Rick turned toward Bay. "Hey, Bay. You're awake." "Yeah, there was yelling."

Bay looked at him and Ken went over and gave him a kiss. "Sorry, that was Rick's fault."

Rick walked over to Simon, bending low and whispering, dark hand on Simon's arm.

He sent a glare their way. "Simon was sleeping out in the barn. I want him to sleep with us. He's a really hot fuck. Rick's being an asshole about it."

"Oh."

"What? You have a problem all of a sudden with someone fucking me? You like watching."

"It's not that. Rick and Simon have a past." "So?"

Bay rolled his eyes. "So, maybe it would be awkward for them."

"They're big boys. They'll get over it. He's warm and he's hot and he makes me feel good, Bay. You could watch us, it'll be so fucking hot."

Bay smiled at him. "Whatever you want, Ken. But don't push them into something they don't want."

He rolled his eyes. God, Bay could be so, so, so fucking sweet.

Rick and Simon were heading outside, rumbling quietly.

"Hey!" He chased them down, Bay trailing him, hand on his arm.

"I thought you were coming to bed, Simon."

Simon opened his mouth, but Rick spoke. "O'Neal and I have some business to discuss, Ken. We won't be long."

He was gonna complain, but Bay squeezed his arm and tugged. "Let them talk, Ken. It's important."

"Fine." He glared until they left and then turned to give Bay a piece of his mind. His twin looked tired though and so he sighed and put his arm around Bay's shoulders.

"Okay, lets go sit and neck on the couch until they come back in."

Bay beamed at him and he leaned in to kiss his sweet mouth.

He sat down on the sofa and pulled Bay against him, touching and licking, making Bay feel good.

Bay was relaxed and easy against him, eyes soft and unfocused.

"You doing okay, Bay? Rick treat you all right?"

Bay gave him a sweet little smile. "Yeah. He took care of me. Made me feel okay, helped me get to sleep."

"So he did fuck you?" "We made love, yeah."

"Simon was right!" he crowed. "And that asshole is giving Simon shit for sleeping with clients while he slept with you!"

Bay bopped him. "They used to be lovers." "Yeah, so everyone keeps saying."

"It ended badly." He shrugged. "So?"

"Geez, Ken, how about a little empathy?"

"You and I fight all the time, we always kiss and make up after."

"Yeah well I don't think they did."

"Well then they should. A foursome would be fucking hot."

Bay gave him a small smile. "It would be. But not if they're not happy."

He sighed. "Okay, okay. You'd think they'd kiss and make up already so we could get it on though."

A funny sound came from outside and Bay looked toward the door. "You think they're okay?"

"Come on, maybe they've already gotten to the kiss and make up part and we don't want to miss that."

He tugged Bay up and toward the window.

The guys were fighting, one hard blow landing after another.

Bay gasped, sheet dropping as he hurried out the door. Fuck, Bay was going to catch his death.

"Stop it. Stop it!" shouted Bay, going to Rick and grabbing his arm.

Ken rolled his eyes and grabbed Bay around the waist, trying to pull his twin away -- you never got in between two grown men who were throwing punches.

"Get your asses inside, boys. This isn't about you." Simon was bleeding, panting, Rick in as bad shape.

"Stop it," yelled Bay, struggling in his arms. "You're supposed to be talking things out, not having a slug fest."

Bay was getting close to hysterics and Ken knew it was lack of sleep and the fucking pills which always took Bay a week to get used to, no matter how much the doctor insisted the side effects would only last a day to two, but it still grated on his nerves. He wanted to get in bed and curl up with Bay and Simon and Rick if the man wanted it.

And if Bay didn't stop he was going to make himself sick between the cold and damned epilepsy.

"Okay. Okay. Christ, Bay, calm the fuck down." Rick spat blood, stumbling a little.

"Are you okay? It's blood. You." Bay started shaking in his arms, almost unnoticeable at first and then the seizure went to town and Ken cradled his brother's body. Fuck. Shit. He hated this. It fucking scared the shit out of him when Bay seized.

Simon picked Bay up without a word, managing to carry Bay inside and get him on the sofa. Rick followed close behind, getting him inside.

The fit didn't last long, Bay stilling quickly and Ken pushed past Rick and Simon to kneel at Bay's side, hands sliding on the lax face.

"Bay? Come on, Bay, come back to me."

Bay's eyes blinked open and he whimpered softly. "It happened again?"

"Yeah." He stroked Bay's cheek and managed a cocky grin for his Bay. "You got them to work together though."

Simon brought over a damp cloth, Rick in the kitchen getting Bay a drink. "Here, Ken. Wipe his forehead off."

Bay's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault." He glared at Rick as the man came back in.

"I'm so tired," murmured Bay, eyes closing. "Everything hurts."

"Yeah, that's the seizure. Remember how you told me it's like getting zapped by electricity, so I found someone to do that to me? So I'd know?"

Bay smiled for him.

Simon chuckled softly and he glared over. "No. No offense.

When Sammy broke his arm when we were eight, I got a cast too, so I hear you."

Ken was somewhat mollified. He liked Simon.

He took the glass from Rick when it was delivered, holding it to Bay's lips. "Come on, just a bit."

More tears slipped from beneath Bay's eyelids. "It's all too much, Ken. I can't keep doing it." The words were slurred softly.

"Sure you can. In a few more days you'll be used to the drugs and the seizures will stop and you won't be so fucking emotional."

Well, maybe he would, Bay was the feeler between the two of them.

"You haven't had a chance to try my pancakes, Bay." Simon winked down, one eye starting to swell shut. "You can't give up 'til then."

"Better be
really
good pancakes," Bay murmured, eyes blinking slowly open again. "Rick? Aches. Hands felt good."

"You want me to rub your back, Bay?" Rick was washing his face, cleaning up.

"Please."

"I can do it, Bay."

"'S'okay. Like it when Rick does it."

"How do you know? I've never done it before."

Bay laughed softly. "Don't pout, Kenny. Need you most." "Simon, turn him over for me?"

Simon nodded to Rick. "Sure. Come on, buddy, let's move you now."

Ken watched as Simon got Bay onto his belly without breaking a sweat, those big muscles coming in handy. He settled on the floor next to Bay's head, but not after reaching out to slide his hand over Simon's arm.

Simon gave him a smile, wincing at the motion.

He grinned, thinking the rough and tumble look was pretty fucking hot.

"Be good, Ken." The words were whispered, Simon giving him a look.

He rolled his eyes. Man, these two were fucked up. Simon chuckled, swatting his butt before wandering off.

He pouted, watching Simon go before turning back to Bay with a sigh. His twin's eyes were closed, hands twitching now and then.

Rick was working on Bay's back, hands moving in circles, making Bay moan.

"You never asked me to give you a massage after a

seizure," he noted, pouting at his brother and the man who was making
his
Bay moan like that.

"You never offered." He snorted.

Rick looked at him. "He's all tense, I figure relaxing him can't hurt."

"I could fuck him -- that always relaxes him."

"And get yourself off, too. I'm stunned." Rick's tone was dry as the desert.

"That's usually how it works, big guy." Geez, what the fuck was Rick's problem?

He rubbed Bay's cheek. "Hey, Bay? Wanna fuck?"

"If you wanna, Kenny." Bay's words were slurred and soft as if he were already mostly asleep.

"Christ. Let the boy rest, Ken."

"Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" He bristled.

"Don' fight," Bay murmured, green eyes looking into his own.

"I'm not telling you what to do, Ken. He's exhausted. Love on him. Don't be a selfish prick."

"Fuck you!"

He glared at Rick and got up, stomping off, looking for Simon. At least there was someone around here who appreciated him.

***

Rick rubbed and stroked until Bay was asleep, relaxed and quiet. Then he went to clean up.