“Don’t say that too loud. You can barely fit their egos in the door as it is.”
“Don’t let him boss you around, Lois,” Asa said. “You can tell us how hot we are all you want.”
“Yeah,” Avi added.
“Excuse me,” Felix said, his tone withering.
Avi immediately looked contrite. “What? I’m just saying if he wants to admire the sheer perfection before him, you shouldn’t stop him, kitten.”
“See what you started?” Felix teased.
“I love you,” Zane said.
“I know,” Felix said, smacking a kiss on the top of his wet head. “I love you, too.”
“Aww,” Asa and Avi crooned mockingly.
“I hate them.”
“No, you don’t,” Felix said with a sigh. “I don’t either…unfortunately,” he said, emphasizing the last word loudly.
The two laughed, inflated egos more than intact.
His mother would have a stroke if she could see him now. Not only had he married a billionaire, created this insanely successful niche for himself as a crime blogger and fiction writer, but he had Felix and Avi, too. She would be horrified by their relationship with each other. Not like the rumors weren’t already out there swirling around, but now, the rumors were true.
Zane grinned to himself. The rumors were true. He’d essentially had his first orgy.
“What are you smiling about, Lois?” Asa asked, suspicious.
He shrugged. “Nothing… Nothing at all.”
Even though the sun was blazing through the windows, Felix and Zane were still in bed. Not their own separate beds, but the bed in the spare room. The group bed. Zane had never changed out of his black and red checkered pajama pants—the perks of working from home—but Felix had gone through all the effort of readying himself for the day, only to end up back in Zane’s sweatpants and Avi’s sleeveless shirt.
It wasn’t often the two were home all alone, but when they were it was usually all snuggles and movies. All the things that made Asa and Avi fidget and whine. While the twins were polar opposites in many ways, when it came to sitting still for any length of time, they were like toddlers, squirming and complaining and finding any excuse to escape the confines of the sofa.
Felix wasn’t supposed to be home. He was supposed to be at his loft, sketching new designs for the spring line. But he just couldn’t do it. He’d done all the things. He’d gotten up, showered, gotten dressed, kissed Zane and Asa goodbye and then he and Avi had left for work.
Once there, Felix had made his tea and opened his email. And that was when everything had fallen apart. He shouldn’t have let it bother him. It was just a stupid, one-off article. Not even an article. More like a blog post. But he’d been running on fumes before he’d even gotten out of bed and that had been the last straw.
Which was how he’d come to be in Zane’s arms, snuggling in the group bed. Zane sat with his back against the headboard, Felix propped between his open legs, his head resting on Zane’s belly.
“Who even reads fashion blogs,” Zane assured him. “Especially by some nobody named Bradley Fuckface?” Actually, it was Fredrickson, but fuckface worked for Felix. He was a fuckface.
Felix nodded, accepting another piece of popcorn, letting his eyes close as Zane carded his fingers through Felix’s hair. “I know, right? Doeshehave his own fashion label?”
“Nope,” Zane said, popping his p’s.
“Did he design a dress for the Oscars?” Felix asked.
“He did not.”
“Exactly,” Felix said, letting delicate fingers toy with the skin just above the waistband of his pajama pants, smiling when Zane made that happy little sound he made whenever someone gave him unprompted affection. Felix rolled onto his stomach, inching his way up until his head was on Zane’s chest, snaking his arms around him.
Zane was one of Felix’s safest spaces, second only to Avi. He was soft and radiated warmth and sunshine like a puppy. He was the light in their world of darkness. The thought made Felix smile wider. Avi called Felix an alley cat in a rhinestone collar. Yet, he’d somehow married a golden retriever. And now he had his very own squirmy Labrador puppy who wanted nothingmore than to snuggle with Felix all day and get as many pets as he could manage.
Felix’s eyes widened. Well, maybe not nothing more. Changing position made it obvious that Zane was half hard beneath him. It wasn’t like it didn’t happen. Asa and Avi understood full well the relationship Felix and Zane shared. There was affection, love, a weirdly familial connection that sometimes became sexual.
There were boundaries. Of course, there were. They were both married to other people. Happily married. Blissfully married. But the four of them were also a unit. But there were rules. Felix and Zane could kiss. Make out. Jerk each other off. Even rub off on each other. But no penetration. Not with fingers or anything else. Blow jobs and eating out were only allowed when Asa and Avi were present and participating.
