Page 91 of Fitch

Leon quirked an eyebrow. “A boy?” He almost smiled but managed not to.

“He’s a bratty handful,” Nolan added.

I shot him a look. “Calling him that comes with privileges you do not have, my friend.”

The three of them laughed, and Marek’s eyes softened. “I’m happy for you. Do tell,” he said with a smirk. “And spare no details.”

“He’s friends with Nolan’s new guy. Though it’s a long story in which details cannot be shared, legally, I’m afraid.”

“Jesus, please tell me he’s legal,” Leon muttered. “Because I will inform the police, Dominic.”

I chuckled. “He’s almost twenty-one.”

Nolan sighed. “They’re deeply in love. It’s appalling.”

“Like you can talk,” I shot back.

Nolan pointed his chin at Leon and Marek. “Show them the photo,” he said, just like we’d planned.

I took out my phone and found the photo in particular. It was of the three of them on Nolan’s couch, though Benji’s face was hidden behind a cushion, Fitch’s face certainly was visible.

And Ky’s.

“Nolan’s boy’s laughing behind the cushion,” I said. “Fitch is the one wearing the shirt with Daddy’s Number One Boy on it. The other boy—” I paused. “—is their friend.”

We watched their reaction.

Stoic, calm, but Leon’s eyes widened a mere fraction, and Marek’s moustache twitched.

“I hope you two don’t ever play poker,” I said.

Their eyes met mine in unison. The cool and impassive stare would have made other men look away, but I knew them better than that.

“I take it you both know exactly who he is,” Leon said. “How? Did he say something?”

“Oh, heavens no,” I replied. “He wouldn’t say a word, not even to his friends. Nolan and I guessed. Assumed, perhaps. Though your reaction just now was all we needed.”

They still didn’t seem overly pleased, so Nolan put his glass on the table between us and explained. “We were all at my place and I happened to mention that Dominic should give you guys a call. I mentioned your names, and Ky turned around. As simple as that. Now, that kid can school his reactions on any subject, better than you two. But this was... reflex?” Nolan shrugged with a smile. “He gave nothing else away, though there was mention of him having two daddies, and Dom and I put two and two together.”

“We knew you had a regular boy,” I said. “And have done for some time. It just turns out thatheis best friends with ours.”

“Small world, huh?” Nolan said, smiling.

Marek sighed dramatically. “For the sake of transparency and our friendship, we have an NDA in place and cannot divulge any details.”

Fitch had mentioned the NDA, and I couldn’t say I was surprised. I wasn’t sure what they could or couldn’t talk about, so I went with something safe.

“So you know about the Only Fans?” I hedged.

“Yes,” Leon said. “Of course.”

Marek smirked. “I’m looking forward to watching.”

I snorted. “Same. I’ll only be watching Fitch, of course. Would feel weird to watch the other two, sorry.”

Nolan laughed. “Thank god you said that.”

Leon sighed, leaned forward in his chair, and held up his glass. “To the Wylde Street Boys,” he said. Their channel name was fitting and clever, given the play on words.

We all reached our glasses in, clinking in cheers. “To the Wylde Street Boys.”

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