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“Here we are.” Bran pointed to the menu. “Triple Chocolate Mousse cake. It has a layer of dark, milk, and white chocolate mousse.”
“Oh, that sounds wonderfully decadent.” Silas rubbed his hands together.
“Uh-huh. Can we please have that?”
“Oh, what a good, polite boy, to ask,” Bran murmured.
Silas grinned and called the waiter over, asking for three teas and a piece of the triple chocolate mousse cake.
“Are we good with all sharing?” He knew he was pretty full, but he couldn’t resist the chance of feeding Jamie the chocolate dessert.
“I think so, yes. It’s been an amazing meal.” Jamie beamed at him. “I’ve never had better, and I’ve had some great food.”
“It’s the company,” Bran said again.
Silas laughed, but he totally agreed.
“No, it is. No one wants me to be someone I’m not here.”
“That’s right. We want you just the way you are. You’re exactly who you should be.”
He looked at Bran, and they said it together, “Ours.”
“If you’re sure…” Sweet baby.
“We’re sure.” They managed to say that together too, and he grinned over at Bran.
He rubbed one foot along Bran’s calf, and the other along Jamie’s, letting his lovers know he was right there with them.
“I can’t believe you two want me. Not when you have each other.”
He reached for Bran’s hand and squeezed it. “I always said that Bran was my other half, but really, it’s my other third. We’re perfect for each other, but there’s still someone missing without our boy. Without you.”
“I guess that’s amazing. It feels pretty amazing.” Jamie lifted his wineglass. “To us?”
Bran and he lifted their drinks as well. “To us all.” They clinked their wineglasses together, looking into each other’s eyes.
They drank, and the dessert came, and he was glad they’d decided to share. The slab of cake was huge and came with whipped cream and edible glitter.
“Oh, my god!” Silas burst out laughing. “This is perfect for the three of us.”
“It’s amazing.” Jamie laughed. “It’s like a chocolate mousse disco ball!”
“Yes!” Silas grabbed his phone and took a picture. Then he made “lean together motions” and when they did, he took another picture with the two of them and the disco ball cake.
Jamie scooped up a fingerful of cream and sucked his finger clean, teasing them both.
They groaned together and Silas found himself swallowing. He wanted to lick the taste of that cream right from Jamie’s mouth, but they were in a fancy restaurant—one he wanted to come back to at that. He knew the anticipation would make everything sweeter when they got home, but damn…
He curled his toes, and he licked his lips as he watched. “Do it again?”
Jamie grinned and very slowly dragged his finger through some of the glitter-bombed icing, then gradually lifted it to his lips and licked the tip. Then the side, drawing the whole thing out.
He and Bran were hooked, eyes glued to that finger, that mouth, that tongue. Jamie was going to give him a damned heart attack.
“Our boy’s being naughty,” Bran croaked.
“Uh-huh.” And he was so here for it. Damn.
