A New Family Unit

Devon, Cillian, Sam & Taylor

"This is a nice size room," Cillian said as he followed Devon into the bedroom that would be his.

"And, just like me, Cillie, you've got your own spacious bathroom." Devon used his best game show host voice while mimicking the models showing off the ensuite bathroom.

The redhead shook his head and giggled at his new friend's antics. "You're silly."

The teen grinned and squealed as Devon adorably growled and pounced, tackling Cillian to the floor. The teens giggled and rolled around, trading tickles and playful slaps back and forth. Cillian came up a winner when he pinned the other teen and rapidly tickled his sides and pits until he shrieked and laughed his surrender.

"I love how playful and cute you are, Devie." Cillian wrapped the teen in his arms, cuddling against him.
"You're an awesome tickler and cuddler." Devon giggled and snuggled against the redhead. "You're warm and like a breathing teddy bear." His hands slowly worked their way toward Cillian's hips.
"Devie, don't even think..."

Cillian suddenly started kicking and squirming. His squeals filled the room when Devon's fingers wiggled and squeezed just above his hips. The tickling brunet giggled and straddled his prey's legs. He leaned down and blew raspberries on the soft bare stomach.

"Deeevvvvviiiieeee!!! Not the raspberrieeeessss." Cillian screeched, and his laughter went silent as he bucked and kicked, trying to get free.

Devon giggled and licked his lips. "Not the raspberries, huh." He paused as if in deep thought. "What about this?" He asked as he lightly drilled his index finger in the redhead's deep belly button crevice and twisted.

"That's just as bad if not worse."

Cillian writhed and pushed at the playful brunet while his sock-clad feet slid and pushed against the floor. Devon smiled and stopped the tickle attack. He went and got a washcloth, dampened it, wiped the redhead's sweaty forehead then laid beside him.

"That was awesome." Cillian softly giggled and played with Devon's hair.

"We're gonna have a blast together, Cillie."

Devon smiled, kissed the other teen's lips, and gently massaged his chest. Cillian returned the affection. The boys softly giggled and started discovering each other's various tickle spots. Finally, they got up and started unpacking the boxes and setting up Cillian's room.

Cillian had a great time showing Devon his things. He stopped when he got to one box. "Devie, this is why I wouldn't ever think of making fun of you and your stuffed Snoopy." The redhead opened the box and revealed a Woodstock stuffed animal that was a little smaller than Devon's Snoopy.

Devon's face brightened, and he squealed happily. "Cillie, this is awesome. I love him." He giggled and gently cuddled the yellow stuffed bird. "Snoopy can finally have a buddy." He paused. "We'll have to take turns letting them have sleepovers." The brunet giggled and handed Woodstock back to Cillian.

The red-haired teen giggled. "Maybe now that he's got Woodstock to back him up, Snoopy will start obeying the attack command."

"It's worth a try." Devon gently poked Cillian's ribs.

"Hey, that's cheating." The redhead jumped and giggled as he ran to his bed. "Yeah! Except, I think Woodstock's as ticklish as Snoop." Cillian giggled and wiggled his toes in his socks.

"We'll have to test that out."

Devon sat beside Cillian. He leaned over, grasped the redhead's hand, and laid his head on the teen's shoulder. Cillian sighed. He leaned into Devon and laid his head against the brunet's head. The teens giggled and squirmed when one would lightly tickle the other one with their sock-clad feet. Neither one of them saw Tayler standing just outside the doorway, smiling and taking a picture of them with his phone. Taylor put his phone in his pocket and softly giggled as he walked downstairs. He left a note on the front door that he was on the other side with Sam.

Taylor opened the door to Sam's side of the house. He slipped his size twelve and a half shoes off and quietly walked upstairs in his white athletic ankle socks. The redhead stood outside Sam's door and couldn't stop smiling. The younger man looked so cute, sprawled out across his queen-sized bed. His delicious bare upturned soles were wrinkled at his arches. Taylor licked his lips and slowly approached the slumbering man. He remembered Sam telling him how he loved the idea of them being able to wake each other with playful tickles and loving caresses.

Taylor leaned down and lightly grazed his nose across Sam's scrunched toes. He softly giggled when he saw the plump digits start slightly wiggling and flexing. He stuck his tongue out and lightly ran the tip across the fleshy pads. Soft whispery giggles escaped Sam's slightly parted lips and floated into Taylor's ears, making him smile. The redhead stroked his fingers down along the sides of his sleeping boyfriend's feet, delighted by the quivers and squirms it elicited from the brunet.

Sam's feet started squirming, and he softly giggled. He knew this had to be Taylor since Devon would've been more torturous and playful. Despite wanting to stretch the perception he was still sleeping out longer, Sam was way too ticklish to pull it off. He was on the precipice of breaking as it was, let alone prolonging it.

"Does my adorable Sammy have ticklish feet?" Taylor whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Sam giggled and wiggled his toes. "Sammy's definitely not ticklish and sleeping." The giggles continued and made Sam sound just like his teenage son.

"Really, little Sam's not ticklish? Even a little bit? Like maybe here, perhaps?" Tayler snickered and stroked his fingertips across the base of the younger man's toes.

In seconds the room came alive with the sound of Sam's boyish giggles and cackles. The brunet's toes scrunched, and he quickly pulled his feet closer to his body. Sam looked up at Taylor, his eyes sparkling and his smile bright. "You give a great wake-up call, but you're a few hours too early, Tay-Bear."

Taylor's eyes glittered with happiness about the new nickname. "Tay-Bear, huh?" He giggled. "I love it."

Sam smiled. "I thought it was cute and appropriate." He paused. "Where are our boys?"

Taylor gasped and gently held Sam's hand. "Babe, do you realize you just said "our boys?"

Sam nodded and pulled Taylor down and snuggled into him. "I know, just like I"m sure you know you just called me babe."

"I do know that, my sweet Sam-Pup." Taylor sighed and softly kissed Sam's head. "Our kids are playing in Cillie's room." He laid his head on Sam's shoulder. "Devie and Cill are adorable."

"I love Sam-Pup." The brunet giggled and lightly stroked his big toe along Taylor's bare foot.

"That tickles." Taylor started squirming, and he giggled as his plump toes slightly flexed.

"Sweet! Tay-Bear's got ticklish feet." Sam chuckled and kissed Taylor's cheek as he pulled the older man's arm over him. The two men settled down for a mid-afternoon nap.

"What if they're doing...you know?" Cillian asked as he and Devon crept up the steps.

Devon softly giggled. "They're not, Cillie. We'd hear it through the walls and the vent in the living room."

The teens snickered, then admonished one another as they got closer to the bedroom door. Devon and Cillian looked in and saw their Dad's peacefully resting with their feet entwined.

"Devie, they look so perfect together. I almost don't wanna wake them." Cillian smiled, held Devon's hand, and kissed his cheek.

"I know our Dads are so cute." Devon wiped his eyes. "I'm glad we all came together, Cillie." He giggled, placed his finger to his lips, and led Cillian into his Dad's bedroom.

Devon stood by Taylor's side of the bed and Cillian at Sam's side. The teens locked eyes and silently counted down. When they got to one, Devon and Cillian pounced. The bedroom erupted with the sound of Sam and Taylor's giggles and cackles. The men twisted and jerked around in the bed as the teens tickled their bare feet.

"Shit! C'mon, Devie." Taylor giggled and wriggled under the brunet teenager, sitting on his legs. His feet pushed against the bedsheets as they tried evading the ticklish assault. The older man's soles creased and wrinkled at his high curved arches. His laughter increased when Devon's fingers worked their way between the ten scrunched toes and under them to tickle the bases.

"Cillieee! Not the balls of my feeeeetttt." Sam's squeals were loud enough to almost drown out the other three people's laughter and giggles. The twenty-nine-year-old squirmed and attempted to pull his defenseless ticklish soles away from the treacherous teen tickler. Sam's plump, round toes struggled against the redhead's hand as it pushed them back. The brunet's cackles got even louder when Cillian's nails lightly scratched back and forth across the exposed base of his toes.

Devon and Cillian were having a blast, making their Dads laugh. However, the teens forgot that they were not as strong as the two men they were tickling. They also didn't realize how close their feet were to Sam and Taylor's hands. Devon suddenly jumped and instantly let go of Taylor's feet when he felt Sam's fingers skitter and tickle along his smaller creased arch. At the same time, Cillian had the same reaction when Taylor's fingers found their way to his ticklish sole. Sam worked his way from under Cillian and had the giggly redhead pinned face down and helpless. Beside him, his counterpart, Devon, was trapped in the same manner.

Cillian giggled and squirmed under Sam's weight. "I love you, Daddy-Sam." The redhead turned his head and tried giving the brunet his best cute puppy eyes.

"Yeah, Daddy-Taylor, what he said." Devon mirrored Cillian's actions.

"You two are soo dead. Cute but dead." Sam giggled. He high-fived Taylor and then kissed the redhead's lips.

The men smirked, and with no warning, they lightly dragged their index fingernails up and down the center of their respective boy's soft arches. The teens cackled and squealed. Devon's feet twisted left and right as Taylor's finger traced random lines and circles on the pinkish wrinkling skin. His pitch and volume rose when the tickling finger lightly stroked across the balls of his feet and toes.

"Coochie coochie Devie." Taylor teased as he lightly tickled inside each one of the creases of the teen's wrinkling feet.

"Don't tickle tease, Daddddyyyy-Taaaayyyyy." Devon pleaded through his squealing. The fourteen-year-old pounded the bed with his fists as he tried getting his foot free.

Cillian wasn't faring any better than Devon. The redhead's toes desperately tried curling to protect themselves. His hair flew around him and made the teen's head look like an animated fireball.

"Tickle tickle, Cillie." Sam pulled the teen's toes back. Then rapidly strummed his nails up and down the stretched soles.

"I GIVE!!! UNCLE!!! UNCLE!!!" The boys screeched in unison a couple minutes later. The dads stopped the assault and cuddled their ticklish victims.

"Hey, Cillie."

"Yeah, Devie."

"Next time we do this, we gotta eat our Wheaties and drink our milk."

Devon's statement caused everyone in the room to crack up laughing and earned the teen a three-way group hug and kisses. The new family unit's cuddlefest was interrupted by Sam's alarm and Taylor's phone alerting him to a new message. Sam turned his phone off and smiled as he kissed the teen's foreheads and Taylor's shoulder.

"Damn, I gotta go to the gym for a little bit." Taylor closed his eyes and followed Sam's previous action.

"That sucks." Sam giggled and squirmed when Devon smirked and tickled his sides.

"That's not a thing Daddy's should say." The younger brunet giggled and squealed when Sam blew a raspberry on his neck.

Taylor shook his head and chuckled at the father and son's antics. Suddenly, he jumped, and his chuckles increased when Cillian tickled his hips.

"What? I didn't want you to be left out of the tickles." The teen squealed and wriggled in Taylor's arms as a raspberry was blown on his stomach.

Sam snapped his fingers. "Tay, why not take the boys with you to the gym?"

Taylor smiled and nodded his agreement to the idea. "That's a great idea, baby boy."

Sam stood up and hefted both Cillian and Devon over his shoulders. The teens giggled and kicked their legs when Taylor took the opportunity to tickle the back of their legs, then their knees, and finally their feet.