“Do you have lube in your desk?”
Landon ripped open the top right drawer and slammed his hand around inside until he produced one of those mini-use plastic packages of lube. He handed it back to Gregory, who tore at it with his mouth. He slicked his shaft and notched the head of his cock against Landon’s ass, eager to claim him again. Gregory wanted to make Landon hurt and suffer, then come, and fly, as thanks for the trouble.
“You’re gonna need to be quiet or Callum will hear you cry,” Gregory whispered into Landon’s ear, sealing his hand over Landon’s stuffed mouth and pushing his way inside.
34
Landon
“Are you excited?”Gregory asked Landon, pressing a kiss just under his ear.
“Yeah,” Landon agreed, reaching behind him to pull Gregory’s arms around his waist and settle them on his stomach.
It was Sunday evening and Verity was on their way home. They’d insisted they didn’t need a ride, and assured Landon they’d come to Rapture as soon as their plane landed. Landon appreciated that, having made the trip recently himself and knowing how exhausting it was. But Verity had promised all they’d need to make it through the night was a hug from Landon. They’d also said they were bringing something back with them that Landon would love, and he couldn’t figure out what it could be, short of a box of bagels.
Landon and Gregory had gone to Rapture early and gotten the inventory done so they’d be free of tasks once Verity and the hopefully-bagels showed up. Landon was sitting on the bar, swinging his feet back and forth excitedly bumping his heels together when Callum ambled in.
Landon hadn’t seen Callum since last weekend, but he seemed to be in better spirits than he had before, but his brows were furrowed together in the middle. He raised a hand in greeting and Landon smiled at him.
“You’re looking more like yourself, except deeper in thought,” Landon observed.
Callum held up a nine-by-twelve manila envelope and tilted his head to the side. “That friend of yours just gave me this and took off.”
“What friend?”
“Uh, the curly-haired one? He said it was for Justin.”
Gregory shot Landon a worried look and held his hand out for the envelope. It was sealed closed with tape, but Gregory had a suspicion of what was inside. He took the envelope from Callum and patted it with his hands to try and determine the contents.
“I’ve gotta run to the storage room to grab some whiskey for the bar. I noticed the inventory down here was low last night, so I’ll be right back,” Callum informed them with a wave over his shoulder before he disappeared down the hallway.
“What do you think is in the envelope?” Landon asked as Gregory tossed it behind them onto the back of the bar.
“A collar,” Gregory mumbled, rubbing at the back of his neck.
Fuck.
That couldn’t be good.
Landon had only been home a week and had a limited understanding of what had transpired between Keith, Justin, and Micah during his absence, but Gregory had said they’d been together and then…not. Landon just hoped when they arrived tonight, this special delivery didn’t come as a surprise.
“I’m back, bitches!” Verity’s voice echoed through the empty club and Landon found himself far more excited than he’d anticipated. He’d known Verity for years, but hadn’t realized until the past few weeks how much he really enjoyed sharing space with them and having them around.
“I missed you!” Landon jogged to the front of the club to embrace Verity, then squealed like a little girl and jumped up and down clapping his hands.
“Jack!" he cried, pulling both of his friends together for a hug. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, you know me. Nothing like a little blood poisoning to put life in perspective,” Jack sassed.
“Joseph decided to follow Bowie to Kentucky, and Jack had no interest in painting his car primer gray, so he decided to come join us out here on the best coast,” Verity explained, pressing a friendly kiss to the side of Jack’s temple.
“You’re gonna stay with us a bit, right?” Landon asked, thrilled at the prospect of reuniting half of his best friends under one room. “Of course you are. Oh, God, you need to meet Gregory.”
Landon grabbed Jack’s hand and pulled him through the club.
“This is a nice space you’ve got here, Landon,” Jack told him, looking up and around as he was dragged through the main floor.
“Oh, I forgot! You’ve only seen pictures,” Landon said with a laugh. “I’ll give you the grand tour later, but this is Gregory.”
