“Why did you get up already? I wanted to stay in bed way longer.” I sound ridiculously needy right now, but do you think I care?
He spins around in my hold and links his arms around my neck. “We have to go out this morning, remember? Brunch.”
I let out a groan of realization. Of course. Every few weeks Will has Sunday brunch with his best friend Jamie and Jamie’s boyfriend...Shay Kelly. And yesterday Will asked me to come along this time.
I thought it was a bad idea yesterday, and I still think it’s a bad idea this morning, but it’s something Will wants so I’m going to do it. And I guess if our boyfriends are best friends, Kelly and I will be seeing a hell of a lot more of each other—we may as well get used to it.
“You know I’m only doing this because I love you, right?” I say.
He smiles. “I know. And I love you for doing it.”
Ah, was there ever a more beautiful sound than those words falling from Will’s lips? I lean in and seal my mouth against his, tugging him tighter against me as the kiss deepens. Our tongues tangle together desperately, each of us swallowing the other’s groans as our hard cocks slide together.
Breaking away for a moment, I reach toward the shower nook and retrieve a bottle of lube I keep there, handing it to Will. “We can be a little late to brunch, right?”
His eyes flare with desire as he takes the bottle from me. “Hands and knees. Now.”
* * *
“This place better have waffles,” I grumble in Will’s ear as we enter the restaurant.
Will looks horrified that I’d even ask such a thing. “Of course, it does! What do you take me for?”
He clasps my hand and leads me toward the hostess, who directs us to a table at the back where Jamie and Kelly are already seated. Kelly is leaning in close to his boyfriend, whispering something in his ear that is making Jamie blush so furiously his cheeks are almost the same color as his hair.
They’re an unlikely couple, given the almost twenty-year gap in their ages, but according to Will they’re perfect for each other. And I guess even I can grudgingly admit Kelly doesn’t look remotely close to his forty-three years, although he is starting to gray at the temples a little.
They glance up as we reach the table; Jamie beams, while Kelly casts me a flinty stare.
“Cox,” he says, animosity dripping from his voice.
“Kelly,” I reply in the same tone.
“Oh, for the love of god,” Will says with clear exasperation. “Can we at least use first names?”
I shrug. “Fine. Seamus.”
Across the table, Jamie bursts into a fit of giggles.
“Benedict Arnold,” Shay mutters to his boyfriend.
Jamie’s face lights up. “A good sort, that one. Proper British hero!”
Will and I take our seats opposite them and I don’t waste any time in finding Will’s hand under the table and threading my fingers through his.
“So, Spencer…you falsely accuse anyone else of selling you out recently?” Shay asks with an icy look, before letting out a yelp of pain and turning his ire on Jamie.
“You promised to behave,” Jamie says sternly.
“You didn’t have to kick me!”
Jamie shrugs. “You’re being a right wanker, and it’s my job to stop you from wankerish behavior at any cost. Trust me, babe, it hurt me more than it hurt you.”
“I really don’t think that’s true,” Shay grumbles.
“It’s fine,” I say with a sigh. “I kind of deserve that jab.”
“You think?” Jamie asks, an eyebrow raised pointedly.
Well that’s confusing…
“Okay guys, I know you’re looking out for me and I appreciate that,” Will says, “but what happened last week is all water under the bridge now. Spence and I have worked everything out, and I want you guys to just be happy that I’m happy.”
Still clasping Will’s hand, I lean toward him and brush my lips over his in a kiss full of gratitude.
“Fucking hell,” I hear Shay groan. “Okay, I can be tolerant, but happy’s a tough ask. Especially if you insist on sucking face right in front of me.”
“Seriously?” Will says, his voice packed with exasperation. “The amount of PDAs you two force me to endure and you can’t handle one little kiss?”
“Yes, but neither of us are the devil incarnate,” Shay says, gesturing between himself and Jamie.
“I don’t know about that,” I mutter under my breath.
“Oh, bloody hell!” Jamie exclaims with a roll of his eyes. “Seriously, Shay, it’s been six years, you need to let this go.”
Shay’s expression turns thoughtful for a moment before he finally draws in a deep breath and nods. “Okay, fine. I’ll let it go. If he admits it was a knock on.”
Jamie slumps back in his chair, clearly done trying to convince his boyfriend to be reasonable. I catch Will’s eye and see the tentative hope in his gaze, and all I can think is I’ll do anything to make you happy.
Drawing in a heavy breath, I return my gaze to Shay. “Fine. I’ll admit that it might have been a knock on but there’s no way of ever knowing for sure because it was six years ago and there’s no video footage of the incident.” Turning to Will, I say, “Sorry, babe, that’s the best I can do.”
The whole table stares at Shay as he mentally deliberates whether to accept my answer. Finally, he nods, seemingly satisfied. “Okay, that’ll do. We’ll consider the matter settled.”
I hold up a hand. “Not so fast. I need you to admit something too.”
Shay arches a brow at me. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”
I offer him a wry smirk. “That there’s no way in hell you’d have contradicted the ref’s call if it were your team who’d scored the winning try.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“Babe,” Jamie interjects, “he’s got you by the balls with that one. Don’t even try to deny it.”
Shay lets out a defeated sigh. “Fine. Just…please don’t ever mention Spencer Cox doing anything to my balls ever again.”
“Agreed,” Will and I say in unison.
Epilogue
Will
* * *
“I’m not sure about this,” Spencer says, his eyes fixed uneasily on the house across from where we’ve parked the Porsche.
“We don’t have to do it today,” I reason, reaching out to rub my hand over his. “We can come back another time. You could bring Emily with you.”
He shakes his head. “No. I don’t want her to know yet.”
I already know this. We’ve had different versions of this same conversation several times over the past couple months. Spencer doesn’t want to tell his sister just yet because he’s trying to protect her from any potential rejection.
I turn my gaze to the house. The one that belongs to Spencer’s mom and her new family. It’s a cute little family home that looks right out of a TV show about a middle-class New Jersey family, with neatly mowed front lawns, a basketball hoop over the garage, and a Christmas wreath hanging on the white front door.