Page 64 of Game On

It should’ve been gross, considering Dorian had been eating two seconds ago. But this was Dorian. The man who’d understood Jamie’s weird metaphor about wonky Lucky Charms marshmallows. The man who’d welcomed Jamie into his home and ensured he felt welcome. The man who hadn’t just designed an app, but who had built in an automatic background checker to ensure users would be protected.

Dorian made another muffled sound against his lips, this one less surprised and more enraptured. He kissed like he did everything else—with confidence and fearlessness.

Jamie’s head spun. His senses narrowed down to the feel of Dorian’s mouth on his, Dorian’s fingers grasping the back of his neck, Dorian’s lithe body against his. Jamie backed Dorian up until his back hit the counter, earning himself a moan that was a mix of pleasure and surprise.

It was a heady moan, going straight to Jamie’s cock and making him wonder if he could tease out the sound again. Dorian tasted like chocolate and coconut, and he fit against Jamie so perfectly.

They were like two wonky Lucky Charms marshmallows in a box of perfect ones.

Groaning, Jamie pressed closer and carded his fingers through Dorian’s thick hair. Dorian wrapped his leg around his hip, slotting their erections together. The only noise was the wet sound of their kisses?—

Until someone cleared their throat and murmured, “Maybe we should go.”

To which Charlie responded with, “Why? This is better than any movie I’ve ever seen.”

Dorian pulled away with a quiet laugh. “Blair,” he said, gravelly and thick, gaze on Jamie’s.

Brawsiski grunted.

“Take Charlie home, will you? So I can ask Jamie why he’s kissing me in my kitchen.”

Jamie dipped his head to place a kiss on Dorian’s collarbone, earning himself a sharp inhale. “We can take it to the living room if you prefer.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

Yes. Of course Jamie knew that. Dorian wanted answers. That brain of his never stopped working, even during a hot kitchen make-out sesh.

Glass clinked behind Jamie and he turned—keeping Dorian tucked against him—to find Charlie collecting his empty jars. “We can put those in the recycling for you.”

“Do you know how expensive these are?” Charlie asked. “I take them back when I can. I want the ones in your fridge back too when you’re done with them.” He bent to pet Poppy. “Congrats on your new home, Poppy. Can’t say I’m disappointed because this means I get to come visit you all the time.”

“I mean...” Dorian shrugged a shoulder. “Not all the time.”

“That means I get to come visit you whenever Dorian deigns to have me over,” Charlie corrected.

“And whenever I drop her off with you.” At Charlie’s blank look, Dorian added, “When I have to travel with the Orcas. You don’t mind, right?”

“Obviously I don’t mind.” Charlie squished Poppy’s face between his hands. “You hear that? No boarding for you. You get to hang out with me when our people are on the road.”

“Okay,” Dorian said with a laugh. “Time to go.” He shepherded Charlie and Brawsiski out of the kitchen and toward the front door. “See you at Shore family brunch tomorrow. Bye now.”

Charlie and Brawsiski were laughing as they exited the house. Brawsiski waved over his shoulder. Leaning against the kitchen doorway, Jamie waved back even though his teammate could no longer see him.

Dorian slammed the door behind them, whirled to face Jamie, and planted his hands on his hips. “So.”

“So.”

“What was that?” Dorian gestured vaguely. “In there?”

Jamie shoved his hands in his pockets, the material of his sweatpants stretching over his crotch. “If I have to spell it out for you...”

Dorian huffed a laugh, but he sobered quickly. “Actually, yes. You do have to spell it out for me,” he said quietly. “Because just a few days ago, you said?—”

“I know what I said,” Jamie interrupted, forcing his mind on the conversation and not on the vision of tangled sheets in his head. “But how am I supposed to resist you when you chase away Ben and Rebecca with stories of poops and bitten fingers?”

Dorian’s chest puffed out. “Hear that, Poppy? I’m irresistible.”

“I don’t think that’s what I said.”

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