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“Even if we’re doing him a favor, eh? Shame.” He bit his bottom lip, watching the door where Jamie had disappeared as he pondered the situation.
“Come on. Let’s sit. He’ll come out, and we can talk to him.”
The boys were all sitting, whispering to each other, gossiping.
“You’re sure he’ll come out?” He wasn’t sure he had Bran’s faith. Maybe they ought to ask the boys. They’d have insight into another boy. Damn. Jamie had knocked him off his game if he wasn’t trusting his own instincts.
“Where else is he going to go?” Bran winked at him.
He started to chuckle, the sound starting soft and growing. “So you’re saying, we’ve backed off on kidnapping, but have moved into stalking?”
“Shut up, you.” Bran kissed him, good and hard, drawing catcalls. He didn’t care. The others could tease all they wanted, Bran’s kisses were worth anything and he simply reveled in it, his fingers curling around Bran’s shoulders.
He heard soft footsteps, and then Chrissy said, “Hey, James? You want to come have tacos later?”
“I don’t know…”
He stayed leaning against Bran, eyes focusing on Jamie. Such a lovely boy, and the need poured off him like a waterfall. He licked his lips.
“You should come,” Jerusalem said. “Tacos are better shared.”
“Maybe. I have to go shower. I’ll call and see if you’re still here when I’m done?”
“Of course. We’ll probably still be here,” Chrissy said, turning to his Master.
Jerusalem nodded. “We can wait.”
“Oh, please don’t. Just do whatever…”
Chrissy hugged Jamie. “James, dude. Tacos. Our treat. Go get on a real shirt.”
Silas chuckled, then turned to Jerusalem. “You’re inviting us to taco night, right?”
“Are you kidding? I’m going to watch taco night with advanced interest. This is going to be fun.”
Silas rolled his eyes, but he didn’t care really. He was just pleased that they were going have a chance to get to know Jamie better.
“You know we are living for this, don’t you?” Jerusalem winked over. “We love seeing you interested.”
“He’s a lovely lad.” And he wanted Bran to feel the same way he did.
“He—” The boys all looked at each other, then began to whisper and chat together.
Silas raised an eyebrow. He was torn between demanding to know what they were going to say, and wanting him and Bran to discover everything about Jamie for themselves. He settled on the latter. It was much more exciting that way. Besides, how boys perceived another boy was not always how a Daddy—or Daddies in their case—saw the same boy.
This was exciting, arousing, and he was buzzing. It was amazing. He looked at Bran, grinning. Was his lover feeling it too?
“You are incorrigible,” Bran teased him. “Utterly incorrigible.”
“But you’re going to be incorrigible with me, right?”
“Always.” There it was, that absolute truth.
He leaned in and kissed Bran in front of their friends once again.
The catcalls and hoots made Bran grin against his lips. He smiled right back, then slipped his tongue in to touch Bran’s. He loved this man, so very much.
“They’re so pretty together,” one of the boys sighed.
