Page 72 of Method Acting

He was still obviously a little mad at me for all the sexual innuendos and offers I could throw at him. “Tacos.”

“Hell yes, tacos now and blow jobs later. Perfect night.”

He glared and I held his gaze because this kind of foreplay was my favorite. He quickly realized I was still playing, so he looked away and rolled his eyes. “Shut the fuck up.” He snatched up his phone and pretended I didn’t exist while I found my slides.

“Christ,” he mumbled.

I shot him a look. “If Jimmy posted that picture of us in bed, I will kill him. For real this time.”

Amos looked at me then. “Which one? The one he posted before?” He held up his phone and it was the first pic.

“No, he tried to take another one. You were asleep.” His eyes narrowed at me, and I held up both hands. “I threatened to kill him if he posted it.”

“Let’s go find him.”

Jimmy was in the living room, on the couch with his leg over the side armrest, scrolling on his phone. “Hey, dickbag,” I said, walking in.

“Oh look, it’s the Sleeping Beauties.”

“Stop posting shit,” I said. “You got no right to do that.”

He held his phone up. “Did you see how many likes you got? And about a thousand comments about how excited people are to watch the show when it airs.”

Amos stood beside me. “Post anything else without our consent and I’ll report you for stalking and invasion of privacy and have you expelled.”

Jimmy stared at him, and Amos held his gaze, unflinching.

I slid my arm around Amos while grinning at Jimmy, giving him the bird. “What he just said.” Then I looked at Amos. “Your lessons in consent are awesome. Though your lesson with me was much more fun.”

He rolled his eyes, though I caught the hint of a smile.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Jimmy said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t post the other one, and I can delete the first two.”

“It’s too late now. They’re out there and probably reposted a hundred times,” I replied. “Just don’t do it again.”

He stood up, his eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I am. I thought it’d be funny. I didn’t mean anything. I swear.”

I believed him. His apology was sincere.

“Funny?” Amos asked.

“Well, yeah. Because it’s Chase. He’s never done the boyfriend thing. He has an aversion to public displays of affection but now he’s all clingy and pathetic. It’s funny to see, that’s all.”

“Pathetic?” I stared at him. “Pathetic. I am not pathetic, fuck you very much.”

Jimmy just shrugged and half-smiled, and Amos didn’t argue. “Do you think I’m pathetic too?” I asked him.

“No,” he lied.

“Great. Generic and pathetic. That’s awesome. I love my life, love my friends.”

“Just keeping it real,” Amos replied.

“Well, if you could keep it real with less teeth when you’re sucking my dick later, that’d be great.”

Amos rolled his eyes at that, but he didn’t deny it.

“Wait,” Jimmy said. “What?”

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