Page 38 of Splintered Hearts

“Apparently, you were a real asshole to him.”

“That’s what he said, huh?” Jamie laughs, but I don’t like this one. It’s bitter and tinged with something like resentment. Not at all like the warm, rich ones I’ve been getting. I want those back.

“What happened—” The door opens down the hall. “Fuck, they’re awake. I gotta go. Um, have a good night Jam—”

“Noah.”

“What?”

“You can text me. You have my consent.” I laugh. “Sweet dreams,” he says before hanging up.

Pulling the phone back, I stare at it.

“What are you doing?”

Hunter walks in behind Mark. “Is that my phone? What are you doing?”

“Watching some pretty extreme porn.” I slide the phone across the table as Jamie’s words float through my mind.

Sweet dreams.

“You can’t watch porn on your own phone?”

“Don’t want to give my phone a virus.” Mark ignores me, walking to the fridge to grab a drink. “Dehydrated? It sounded like you lost a lot of fluid.”

“Fuck off, Noah,” Hunter sighs.

“Can you even hear after all that?” I ask Hunter. “No wonder Jamie was a dick to you. Poor baby probably got zero sleep.” Rubbing my ears, I glare at Mark.

“Jamie was a dick to me because Jamie is a dick.”

“I’m sorry, no, you said it wrong. Has... Has a nice dick.”

Mark groans, burying his face into Hunter’s hair. “I am so tired of hearing about his glitter rainbow cock!“

Hunter twists his head up at Mark. “What?”

“If I have to be subjected to banshee wails every night it’s only fair! The big man upstairs is probably sick and tired of you using his name in vain. You will not see the pearly gates, my friend.”

“Well, if the bigots are right, I’ve already made my peace with that.” Mark leans in, kissing Hunter’s neck. “We weren’t even that loud.”

Hunter cranes his neck to look at him. “No...weweren’t.”

“Fuck off.” Mark laughs at him then bites his ear lightly. “Can’t blame me when the dick is incredible.” I glare as Mark wraps his arms around Hunter’s neck, kissing him. Maybe I should start another fight. This shit is unbearable.

“I’ve had to listen to you come three times tonight. How are either of you walking right now? You should be husks. Tumbleweeds in the wind! How is there any fluid left in either of your bodies!”

Hunter cranes his neck, looking back at Mark whose chin now rests on his shoulder.

Fuck, they’re cute.

And disgusting.

“You came four times. Seems like my good boy can be quiet.” He boops his nose.

“I’m going to throw up. How are you even walking?”

“You assume I bottomed.” Hunter and I both look at Mark flatly. “Fuck you both.”

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