Micah rotated his shoulder and smiled.
“Go sit down, take a load off.” Gregory told him, gesturing toward the chairs with his head.
Micah tipped his head in thanks then put the six-pack in the fridge and took the empty seat beside Justin. Keith had taken a seat in the chair Gregory had been in and Aaron got everyone drinks before sitting back down.
Gregory sliced into the package of steaks and watched his friends laugh and interact with each other, with the exception of Keith who seemed far quieter than usual.
“Keith,” Gregory called, waving him over.
Keith glanced at Justin and hesitated, then stood up and joined Gregory at the grill.
“What’s going on?” Gregory asked with a furrowed brow.
“What?” Keith’s eyes were huge and he looked like a deer caught in headlights.
Gregory waved his finger from Keith toward the table. “You’re acting super weird. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine.” Keith was so skittish it was making Gregory nervous just being around him.
“You’re a liar.” Gregory dropped his voice into a range he rarely used and raised an eyebrow at Keith. He tossed the potatoes onto the flame and waited for Keith to talk.
“I fucked Micah.”
Gregory sputtered on a drink of his beer. “What?”
Gregory glanced back at the table and saw Micah, Justin, and Aaron laughing together happily.
“Sunday night. Justin invited me over.” Keith swallowed nervously and picked at the label on his beer. “We all…the three of us…kind of, we, I guess….” Keith stopped.
“You played?” Gregory provided.
Keith nodded, his cheeks crimson.
“And Justin had you fuck Micah?”
“Yeah.”
Gregory did his best to school his expression, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised to hear they’d brought in another person, especially someone out of their group of friends. Justin and Micah were extremely close, together for years, and Gregory had no doubt Keith’s inclusion hadn’t been a decision made on a whim. His lip tipped up in a smirk, feeling slightly bad for the pleasure he felt with Keith’s adorable awkwardness.
“Did you and Justin fuck?”
“No.” Keith shook his head.
Gregory pushed the potatoes to the back of the grill and put the steaks on. “Did you want to?”
“I wouldn’t have said no,” Keith answered.
“He topped you, though?”
“He did.” Keith peeled the label off his beer in one piece.
“Did you guys discuss it?” Gregory wanted to know more, but he didn’t want to pry into the dynamics of whatever they had going on. It wasn’t his relationship or his bed. But, damn, he really wanted to know.
“A bit.”
Gregory rolled his eyes. Keith was relatively new to their group of friends, someone they’d picked up along the way somewhere. He was younger than they were, not even thirty yet, and his waist was probably smaller than one of Aaron’s thighs, but Aaron had huge legs, so that wasn’t saying much.
Keith was also new to the lifestyle, to the scene, and Gregory had talked with him in the past at length about BDSM, but they’d never played, and they’d definitely never fucked. Gregory glanced over Keith’s mop of brown curls and found Justin staring at them intently. His look conveyed want, and ownership. Justin reached over and took Micah’s hand in his, then glanced at the ground between them.
