Page 11 of Jamie
“I’m just a busy guy. Always distracted and running.” And he didn’t have a kitchen. He rented a “bedroom” with a microwave and a minifridge. It was fine, and if he squinted hard, he could pretend it wasn’t really a closet.
“You need a Daddy,” Bran told him.
“Or two.” Silas smiled at him, a hand sliding onto his thigh.
His lips parted. “I don’t—I haven’t ever, like that.”
Not with two men, and not with… daddism? Dadditude?
Silas stared at him, brown eyes seeing into him. “That’s not a no.”
“Yeah, but it should be. I’m not a safe bet, guys. Honest. I like you both, I think. Can we… are you willing to just be friends?” Eventually everyone found out about his former life.
“We’re happy to start as friends. But you should know that we’re interested in more—it would be dishonest not to let you know that.” Silas stroked his leg, the touch gentle, almost not there.
“What do you mean by not a safe bet?” Bran asked.
“I can’t say. It’s not illegal or anything… I’m not a criminal.”
“Hopefully, we’ll earn your trust and you’ll tell us one day.” Bran had such a deep, quiet voice.
“It’s just…” He sighed. “I should let you have your ice cream…”
This sucked.
“I don’t even like ice cream,” Bran reminded him. “And we’d rather spend time getting to know you better.”
Silas nodded vigorously. “Absolutely. You’re definitely better than ice cream.”
“We can’t just sit here, though…”
“No, they’ll probably kick us out fairly soon. Would you like to come back to ours?” Bran asked. “Jerusalem and Chrissy can vouch for us—you can also text them to let them know where you’ll be.”
It… would it be so bad, to simply go and hang out?
“We’ll be good, we promise,” Silas told him.
Bran snorted. “Speak for yourself.” Then he winked at James. “Of course we’ll be good.”
“All right. Just for a bit. Oh, wait. Where are you located?” He didn’t want to walk too far to a bus stop.
“We’re right downtown, in the old houses by the canal. We will also make sure to get you safely home.”
“It’s part of being good,” Silas added.
“Let me text my roommates.” He found the group text. He also sent a picture of them.
