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“What’s wrong?” Jules asked quietly, ever perceptive.

“Dinner. I didn’t finish. Hell, I barely started.”

“S’okay. Don’t worry about it.” Jules smirked. “Master of ordering out, remember?”

“You’re spoiling me, Daddy.”

“That’s pretty much my deal, baby boy.”

“Mmm, fine. Because I don’t wanna move. Like, ever again.” Brick laughed, stretching his legs and grunting from the ache. “Ever ever ever again.”

“You gotta move eventually,” Jules teased, “because I still aim to get my dick up in that sweet ass, and that sure as fuck ain’t the last time we’re doin’ that.”

“Okay, fair.” Brick sighed contentedly. “Mmm, that was amazing.” He winked. “You really are kinky as fuck, huh?”

“Maybe I just know how to have a good time.” Jules’s smile was downright smug.

“Some guys get all bent out of shape over that kinda stuff.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like the dildos.” Brick rolled his eyes. “I’ve been accused of being a size queen before.”

“So what if you are?” Jules shrugged. “I’m plenty happy with what I got. You want more, that’s what the toys are for.”

“How are you like this?” Brick laughed. “You’re just so…”

“What?” Jules traced Brick’s hairline and around his ear.

“Is your whole family like this?”

“What? Freaky?”

“No, I mean, uh. Are they all this… open-minded?”

Jules thought for a moment. “Well, my sister and her boyfriend got this thing goin’ on where he licks her shoes. And my brother gave his husband one of them big cross things for a wedding present. You know, the kind you strap somebody to.”

“A Saint Andrew’s cross?”

“Yeah, that thing. Heavy fucker too.” Jules shrugged again. “It’s not like any of us flaunt it, you know. There’s just always been this understandin’ that life can be a real bitch, so we do what feels good and fuck what anybody else thinks.”

“That’s pretty damn amazing.” Brick put his hand on Jules’s side, caressing his warm skin. “What about the rest of your family? They still around?”

“Drinkin’ put most of ’em in the grave, includin’ my old man. Mama died not long after. Bad heart.” Jules’s smile saddened for a moment. “She was a real good lady. Got one uncle left, but he’s livin’ out his days in a real swanky rehab place.”

“I’m sorry.” Brick squeezed Jules’s hip.

“S’okay, baby boy.” Jules brightened back up. “Shit happens. People get old, you know. What about you? Your folks still around, documentin’ your every move?”

Brick snorted. “Yeah, they are, but no, not so much now. My mom still has us pose for a family Christmas picture every year, which is hilarious because they’re both Buddhist. They have this thing about Christmas trees ’cause they had their first kiss in front of a big Christmas display in Korea.”

“Aw, ain’t that fuckin’ sweet.”

“Right? They’re adorable.”

“So are you.” Jules kissed Brick’s brow.

Brick beamed at the praise. “Well, how are you enjoying your time on the other team so far? Good?”

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