Page 53 of Filthy Sweet

At the same time, both of our phones vibrate. Reality crashes back on me when I remember that we’re still waiting for word from my brother and that all this good could turn really, really bad at any moment.

Fox and I both pull our phones out, and I see a string of messages in our shared thread with Reggie. “Okay,” Fox says, his voice rough, then pushes a hand through his hair. “A bunch of texts.”

“Is a bunch good or bad?”

He taps his phone. “Let’s find out.” His eyes pop wide open. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” I ask, leaning forward.

He points his phone toward me. “It’s a couple pictures of us together at the concert.”

I pull up the messages on my own phone and start reading. “Just got home from work, and I gotta say, I love you guys so much!” I say, talking quickly. “You’re my two favorite people in the world! It’s so fucking cool to see you together and hanging out. You’re like baseballs and hot dogs.” I glance up at Fox. “I think that means we go together? And then he added a bunch of emojis of rainbows, and the one with two guys standing next to each other, and of course a baseball and a hotdog.” I rub my hand over my face. “I guess he got the note.”

“Shit,” Fox grunts, then pinches his nose.

“What?”

“I worried that Reggie would be mad, but we’ve got the opposite problem. He’s going to be way too fucking enthusiastic about this.”

We stare at each other, then both start laughing. All the anxious sensations that I’ve been swallowing today come bursting out of me, and the release makes me giddy.

“What are we supposed to say to him now?” I ask with happy tears in my eyes.

Fox sticks his phone out in front of him, pointing it back toward us. “I guess we should send a pic?”

“Sure!” I lean in close and smile up at the camera, and Fox throws his arm casually over my shoulder, holding me to him as the phone flashes.

“We love you too, buddy,” Fox says, typing it into his phone, then laughs and turns it back to me, showing Reggie’s quick reply, a selfie where he’s giving us a big thumbs up.

“Oh god,” I groan. “He’s in proud coach mode.”

Fox chuckles, then strokes the side of my head, his fingers gliding behind my ear. “Yeah. It’s going to be really annoying. But that’s still a lot better than how it could have gone.”

“Yeah,” I agree with a relieved sigh. “Totally.”

He leans closer. “And you know what this means?” he asks, practically purring it.

I blink, and my thoughts catch up. “We don’t have to cancel our date.”

Fox draws his hand down to my neck, tracing to my clavicle, and it sends another surge of pleasure through my body as precum wets my boxer briefs. “Back to my place?” he asks.

“Yes.” I rub the side of my bag and lean forward, close enough to whisper. “You can put part two of the surprise inside of me when we get there.”

Fox swallows, and I grin, proud that I’m working the same magic on him that he’s working on me. “Oh yeah?”

I pucker my lips. “A butt plug,” I whisper. “To warm me up for your cock.”

Fox’s grin grows even wider, almost wicked. “Oh yeah,” he says, breathing the words. “Fuck yeah. Just one thing, Owen.” He taps his finger against my puckered lips. “I’m going to need to put that butt plug inside of you before we leave this museum.”

Chapter Seventeen

Owen

Logically,rationally, this is fine. I’m allowed to bring guests into the office on the weekend, and there aren’t any security cameras beyond the lobby to the employee floor. The bathroom where I’m bringing Fox is tucked away at the back of the corridor, and if anyone were to enter this part of the building on a Sunday (highly unlikely), the main door will beep loud enough to give us plenty of warning.

Still, I can’t quite believe I’m actually doing this. Owen from a few months ago would be super impressed, and more than a little freaked out.

The lights flicker in the two-stalled bathroom, and Fox leans back, kicking a foot up against the wall. “I didn’t know you had a butt plug.”

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