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Bran’s eyes cracked open, and he got a smile, and a mouthed, “Love you.”
He mouthed it back and slid out his other leg. Go him, he didn’t seem to have woken their new boy. He hightailed it to the bathroom, doing his business and giving his teeth a quick brush.
They were going to have so much fun. He was buzzing with energy.
He headed back into the bedroom, eager to be with his lovers again.
Bran’s eyes were opened, petting Jamie gently. They were so pretty together, and it reinforced his gut instinct that this was right, Jamie was their boy.
Bran winked at him, blew him a kiss. Oh, his lover looked so happy. Just another tick in the yes column. He blew a kiss right back.
He glanced at the time. Just after 2 in the afternoon. They’d slept the rest of the morning away. Not a bad way to spend it in his opinion. But he’d bet their boy would be hungry. As if on cue, his own belly rumbled and he snorted at himself.
“Going to order sandwiches,” he whispered. “Something decadent and delicious.”
Bran nodded and licked his lips, eyes twinkling. Sexy fucker. The temptation to climb back into bed with them was huge, but he made himself go over to his pants and fish his phone out of the front pocket.
“I want something spicy, love,” Bran growled.
“I know.” He knew. He didn’t know what Jamie liked, though he did know he liked guacamole tacos best, so he ordered a southwestern sandwich, which included avocado on it, as well as a taco sandwich—that was a thing?—which included guacamole. He asked for extra guac. A steak sandwich, hold the cheese, extra onions for himself and a nitro chicken for Bran, extra hot sauce. He looked at the order for a moment, and added a buffalo chicken sandwich, a meatball sandwich, and a shrimp poboy. That way there would be plenty and they could chow down any leftovers for a late supper. They could even cut all the sandwiches in half and share so everyone got a good variety, if they all liked what was available. Then he added a dozen mini-doughnuts with powdered sugar to the order for something sweet. They had plenty of drinks already, so he didn’t bother ordering any. A press of the order button, confirm his address, and the pay now option, and lunch was ordered.
“All ordered?” Bran began to play with Jamie’s pretty pink nipples, their boy moaning in his sleep.
“All ordered and paid for. They’ll ring the bell and leave it at the door.” He climbed into bed. “He needs nipple rings, doesn’t he?”
“Mmm… that would be gorgeous.” He admired the ink that covered Jamie’s torso. It was beautiful—whorls of flowers in dozens of different colors. “He obviously likes body mods.”
“Yeah, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? Such a shame he always keeps them hidden.” Silas traced some of the flowers, the back of his hand touching Bran’s warm chest, making him hum.
Jamie’s eyes fluttered, his boy trying to wake up.
“You think he’ll panic when he wakes up?” Silas asked, snuggling up against Jamie’s back, giving him warmth and, hopefully, comfort. It was a lovely cocoon between him and Bran.
“No, maybe embarrassment. He knows he’s safe in his soul.”
“He is. We won’t harm him. And he knows that instinctively.” Silas reached past Jamie to stroke Bran’s cheek, then slid his hand along Jamie’s side to settle it on their boy’s hip.
“Mmm… I should get up and get something accomplished…” Jamie murmured.
God, that was so cute.
“Or you could just lie with us until lunch comes,” Silas suggested, kissing Jamie behind his ear.
“’m not lazy…” Jamie snuggled so well.
“Nobody said you were.” Bran kissed Jamie’s head next to his eye. “This is indulgence, not laziness.”
“Yeah…” Jamie leaned hard. “I can’t believe this.”
No, he guessed most people didn’t do this kind of thing. “We’re not normal,” he suggested, petting Jamie’s hip.
Bran laughed. “How about we go for unique?”
“Fascinating,” he chuckled softly.
“Better.” Bran nodded and pinched Jamie’s right nipple.
Jamie gasped and arched. “Oh!”
