Page 129 of Two Guys One Puck
“You were stalking me?”
“I can’t believe you’re still seeing him!” Wolfe tries to turn it back on me, but I’m not having it.
“I can’t believe you stalked me,” I throw back.
“It had to be done, and what we found is worse than anything we ever expected!” Wolfe does look a little traumatized.
“If you didn’t want to see gay sex, maybe you shouldn’t have followed me.”
“I’m not even mad about seeing two dicks!” Wolfe starts.
Archangel cuts him off. “You’re not?”
“That doesn’t matter. We are here to focus on Seaborn!” Wolfe says, ignoring Archangel’s objections. “You two can’t keep doing this.”
“Why?” Ktytor asks. “It hurts no one unless you’re jealous because you want him.”
Wolfe goes a little pink. “It is not that. We are worried about him.”
“Right… this seems more than worry. Is weird. Like codependent. I think in your country, you say something like… get therapy.”
Archangel scoffs, and Wolfe doesn’t make eye contact.
“I need to get dinner out of the oven and come down Ktytor’s throat. Can you two fuck off?”
“The team isn’t going to trust you if they find out what’s going on.” Archangel tries a different angle, and it stings.
“I’ve helped us win two of three times playing them. You don’t think that speaks for itself?”
“You weren’t fucking him the whole time,” Archangel replies.
“I mean, he basically was,” Ktytor says before I can stop him.
Archangel and Wolfe turn on him.
He shrugs. “Are we done? I’d like to make sure Ronan doesn’t get blue balls.”
“He uses your first name?!” Wolfe says like that’s some great sin.
I bit back a laugh. “We can talk later.”
Wolfe sighs. “We are talking later.”
“Okay, big guy.” I slap his shoulder.
Archangel follows him out.
“I told you they’re gay.”
“Archangel is, yeah.”
“No, like I said, them together. Gay, yes?”
“No.” I turn like I could see their retreating forms outside. “Not at all.”
“Then why do they act like that?”
“Act like what?”
