Re: Doug/TJ/The rest of the family?
"Not me. You're baked from the baking," TJ said with a laugh, wiggling the small piece of chocolate he had left in his hand before he ate it. "I don't bake...just get baked." There wasn't any other explanation. Or, who knew. Maybe there was. But, TJ was high and he had brownies and that made enough sense to him, as much as anything made sense.
And why try to make anything make sense when everything felt so relaxed. Nope, not worrying. "No more fighting," he agreed. Rolling his head to one side, he looked at the family and laughed some more. "They might be. Fuck, this awesome."
He missed this feeling, so relaxed and happy. Only thing better than this was that quiet, blissed out feeling coming down after really good sex. Snuggling in more comfortably against his brother, TJ sighed happily. Life was good, just like this.
"Why are you sticking your hand inside me and getting bloody? I'm not sick."