Page 99 of High Stakes and Soulmates
Then he hops off the TV and scurries off.
Atticus smiles, looking proud of himself for some reason as he claps his hands. “Johnny. Go tell Yorick that I won that round.”
“Right away, sir,” Johnny says as they both leave the room.
“What…” I point my spoon at the spot where they were just standing. “What just happened there?”
“I think Yorick needed a moment to himself after that,” Julian says. “I know I would have.”
“How?” Ezio asks. “Absolutely no part of that was sexy! Nothing he said was sexy! I tried for ages to woo Cyrus with steak and flowers and my nude paintings, and that guy just…”
“I didn’t even see it and I can tell you it was sexier than anything you’ve ever done,” Casimir says, appearing just to make a jab at Ezio.
“You shits!” Ezio growls, which makes Julian and me laugh. “I can saunter too. Look at my saunter.” He saunters up toCasimir, of all people, and tips up his chin. “You make me so…horny.”
Julian laughs even harder, and I can’t tell whether it’s the weird smolder that Ezio is trying to do or the look of absolute disgust on Casimir’s face.
“Stop! It hurts to laugh and my ice cream is melting,” I cry.
Ezio throws his hands up in the air. “I give up. I will hold the TV for you.” He lifts the TV up so it’s hiding his face.
“I like it,” Julian says. “My favorite part is this whole thing going on up here.”
Casimir nods. “First time I’ve enjoyed seeing Ezio’s face. But… I think we can fix what’s going on down here,” he says, and then fast as that, he whips Ezio’s pants and underwear down.
Julian lets out a noise of delight as Casimir lets out a “Heh.”
“I am no longer friends withanyof you,” Ezio complains as he first tries to juggle the TV while pulling up his pants before resorting to using the TV to hide his dick. When he turns to glower at Casimir and Julian, he finds them both sneaking out while giggling to themselves.
He growls at them for some reason, even though they’re long gone. “So… Atticus walks in, speaks about vomit, and everyone is like, ‘Ooh wow, so sexy.’ Yet I get my pants whipped down and everyone treats it like a laugh track moment.”
I point my spoon at him. “Not everyone. I was impressed.”
“Were you?” he asks.
“I was. I don’t know too many people who would think to try to juggle the TV while pulling their pants up and not just use the TV right away to cover themselves.”
“So you were impressed by my delayed reaction? Is that what I’m hearing?”
That makes me laugh harder. “Maybe. God, I haven’t felt this good in forever. Or this full. I’m dying inside but I can’t stop eating this. And when I’m done eating, I’m going to sleepfor a very long time. Then when I wake up, I’m going to be all healed and ready to fuck people up and wear my new werewolf jockstrap.”
“Clearly, you have some splendid plans,” Ezio says. “I’m going to go steal their dresser so I have a place to put this.”
“Good plan,” I respond, assuming he’s joking until he’s hefting an entire dresser into the room. Then he sets the TV on it and beams at me, as though I should applaud his ability to rearrange Casimir’s home.
“What do you think?”
“Hmm… I think I liked it better when you were holding it with your pants down.”
“I see… I mean… if it’d make you a happy man, I will do whatever you want.”
“Alright then,” I say.
He eyes me then laughs. “I’m not… sure… what to do here. But I know the wrong thing to do would be to actually remove my pants.”
“Would it?” I ask.
“Would it?” he echoes. “Wait! Yes, it would. You are wounded.”
