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“No. I’m full, but they were so good, thank you.” He wiped his mouth.
“Delicious, but we’re good,” Bran answered.
“Maybe ice cream for dessert?” Silas suggested. “On the way home?”
“Do you ever not want ice cream?” Bran asked, chuckling. Silas only grinned in reply.
“Thank you so much for the invitation. I loved the tacos.” And he ought to go home. Nap. Fantasize a little.
“You’re welcome. Anytime. Really.” Jerusalem was a nice man. Chrissy was lucky.
“I hope to see you guys in the coffee shop again.” It made for an interesting day.
“I’m sure we’ll be back again soon.” Jerusalem stood and Chrissy got up with him.
The other two… didn’t get up.
Okay.
“Have a good night, guys.” Jerusalem gave them a wave, and Silas and Bran said thanks, waved back.
The other guys were all dispersing as well, mostly in couples and then it was just the three of them.
“I guess I should go. I don’t like to walk back in the dark.”
“Oh, we’ll make sure you get home safely,” Silas promised.
“We’d like to get to know you better,” Bran added.
“I—You would?” What was he supposed to say?
“Yes. We would.” Bran’s smile was so warm.
“This is a little weird. I mean, I’ve never had a threesome…”
Silas chuckled softly. “We forget that it isn’t normal for everyone. We’re so used to it.”
“I’m not judging, but… you didn’t ask if I was queer…”
Silas and Bran looked at each other, then back at him, and it was Bran who asked, voice very bland, “Are you queer?”
“Well… yes.” Not that he took advantage of that a lot. It was tough out there, but he wasn’t a virgin.
“This is my shocked face,” Bran told him, then winked.
Silas chuckled. “We only tease because we just know, you know? I imagine you could tell too, hmm? That Bran and I were gay?”
“It’s obvious that you two are super into each other.”
“We’re a couple,” Silas told him. “But like I said, we’re lopsided, and we know there’s a boy out there who’s ours.”
“Oh… you… it’s okay with both of you, then. That’s cool.”
“It is. We’ve had a number of lovers. Boys who needed us, but who weren’t ours, you know? Not a forever thing.”
“But we want to know about you,” Bran told him. “Everything from how old you are to your favorite color to your hobbies. Everything.”
Oh god. No. Absolutely not. So he went with the truth, but in the most wild way. “I’m totally in hiding from my former fame. Everything is a front.”
