Page 36 of Reactant

Peyton swallowed hard. “Come here,” he whispered, crooking his finger.

Will crawled up his body, settling on top of him. Will’s tongue was playful and lethargic against his own, jolts of pleasure running through Peyton. Not enough for him to want todoanything about it but enough that he wanted to bask in it.

They stayed wrapped around each other for a long time. Peyton wasn’t sure he wanted to let go. They were sweaty and sticking to each other, cum cooling between them, both of them in desperate need of a shower, and he still didn’t want to let go. Here, with nothing but their harsh breathing to soothe him and the rest of the world blocked out… It was the only place he felt safe from himself anymore.

AfterWillcoaxedPeytonto get up so they could shower, they collapsed back into bed. Barely twenty minutes later Will was already in that floaty space between sleep and awake. A knock at the door forced him to sit up, blinking blearily.

“Parker forget his key?” Will wondered, rubbing his eyes on a yawn.

“No, he said he was busy tonight and not to wait up,” Peyton said sleepily.

Will kissed his forehead before sliding out of the bed and tugging on a pair of sweatpants.

Peyton watched him from the bed, eyes half lidded and a lazy curl to his lips.

“Are you sore? Do you need something?” Will asked.

Peyton shook his head silently, already closing his eyes and snuggling back into the bedding. Will didn’t think it was that late in the evening, but he let him.

Will ran a hand through his still damp hair and padded his way through the three-bedroom apartment on the way to their front door. He went to open it and paused with his hand on the handle. After everything that had happened, a little more caution wouldn’t go astray.

Will braced his forearm on the wall beside the door instead of opening it. “Who is it?” he called out, tense as he waited for the response. He’d always thought that the locks they had on the doors were enough protection, but since someone had managed to pick the lock, dump a dead body,andleave without any of them noticing, they probably needed to look at some alternatives. A camera? Double bolt? Laser system like in spy movies, with the red laser line that set off an alarm or burnt you to a crisp when you crossed over it?

Will was going to vote for the laser.

“Pizza delivery.”

Will beamed as he recognised the voice and unlocked the door before flinging it open, catching it with his hand before it hit the wall. “What kind of pizza?” he asked.

Sebastian looked impeccable in his perfectly pressed black suit, with the two middle buttons of his jacket done up over his white shirt. He was wearing a plain black tie, sitting straight and clipped in place. A hand was tucked in his pocket, with his watch hooked on the side of it. His glasses pushed to the bridge of his nose, and a cocky smirk was on his face. He wasn’t wearing his eyebrow piercing; maybe he’d had a meeting?

Will gave him a slow once-over, a hot flush racing across him. Fucking hell, he was one of the sexiest men that Will had ever seen. All three of his men were stunning in different ways. He had no idea what he’d done to deserve so much good karma, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I’m not seeing a pizza.”

Sebastian held up his free hand, eyes widening in surprise as he turned it over. “Well, shit. I must have left it downstairs. Let me just—” He feigned turning to leave, and Will snagged his tie, twining his fingers around it. He dragged Sebastian in for a lingering kiss. Will’s body responded to the touch like a fire hit with gasoline.

“It’s cruel to tease me with pizza,” Will murmured.

Sebastian smiled against Will’s mouth. “Should I make it up to you?” he asked, his palms already sliding across Will’s chest and around to settle on his hips. The warmth seared beneath his skin and threatened to make his knees buckle. Sebastian wasintoxicating.

“Do you have some ideas?” Will asked. A rhetorical question, obviously. Will was up for anything that Sebastian wanted to do as long as it involved the two of them naked. Or at least one of them naked. Sebastian in his suit was hot enough that Will would accept that as a substitution.

“How about close the door?” Peyton suggested nearby.

Will twisted in Sebastian’s embrace to find his soldier standing beside the kitchenette counter, one hand on the dark laminate countertop. He hadn’t put pants on, and his briefs left nothing to the imagination, shaping his hips and bulge and putting his powerful thighs on display.

He was a snack, and Will was always hungry.

“You don’t want to give the neighbours a show?” he asked innocently.

“You can givemeone, instead,” Peyton replied, his lips curving. “After you close the door.”

Will made a show of closing it and flicking the lock.

Peyton licked his bottom lip and deliberately looked him up and down, setting Will on fire. “My show?”

Will opened his mouth to respond, but Sebastian’s stomach answered first.

Sebastian’s smile was sheepish. “Sorry.”

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