He glares back. “Zach didn’t hold a gun to my head.”
Eli smirks. “But he did chain you up in a warehouse. Didn’t you pee your pants?”
Someone knocks on the door.
Merci slumps in his seat, crossing his arms. “Ugh, is your husband back already? I really don’t want to see his stupid face.”
I pause the movie, then get up to answer the door. Connor left before they showed up, partly to avoid Merci and partly to give me time with my friends. Maybe he forgot something?
But the moment I open the door, I huff out an audible breath, shoulders slumping. There goes my peaceful afternoon.
“Hey, Monster Cheeks.”
Merci springs up out of his chair. “Oh, fuck no. I’ll take Connor over him. Close the door. Don’t let him in.”
But my eyes drop to what Viktor is holding. “Is that?”
“You need your real best friend.” Viktor saunters into the room, smirking at Merci. “Plus, my princess misses you.”
I can’t stop the giant smile on my face. He barely has Mouse out of the crate before I scoop her up and cradle her against me. She growls and hisses but still curls against me.
“Hey, sassy girl.” I pet her soft fur and scratch under her chin.
Viktor sprawls out next to Eli on my bed, one arm tucked behind his head.
Merci puts his hands on his hips, glaring at him. “Oh, fuck no. That's Ryan's bed, you pretentious ass, not your personal throne. Get the fuck off and sit on the floor.”
Viktor helps himself to a whole handful of Sour Patch Kids, then pops one in his mouth and smiles. “Everything's my throne.”
“Yeah? Well, the hospital bed's gonna be the next one after I shove that entire bag up your ass.”
Merci lunges forward like he's going to grab the candy bag, so I snag his shirt. “Sit. Or would you like me to drag you on another run? Because I will.”
He glares at me, face scrunched. “Go ahead. I’ve been practicing.”
“Really? You’ve been practicing?”
He rolls his eyes and huffs. “Okay, fine. I'm lying.”
I let go of his shirt, and he flops back down into the chair, muttering under his breath as he grabs the bowl of popcorn off the desk. He shoves a bunch into his mouth, chewing vehemently.
Jesus fuck. These two are going to give me a headache.
I sit on Connor’s bed, scratching behind Mouse’s ear.
Eli looks at Viktor, brows furrowed. “Monster Cheeks?”
Viktor sits up and drapes an arm over Eli, then juts his chin at me. “Have you looked at his ass?”
I duck my head, heat crawling up my neck. They need to talk about literally anything else.
“And his husband is Baby Cheeks.” Victor winks at me.
My fingers tighten in Mouse's fur. Connor needs to start changing at home. Don’t want anyone else checking out my husband’s ass.
Eli covers his mouth, shoulders shaking as he giggles. “Because Connor's is small?”
Viktor grabs more candy from the bag. “Exactly.”
