There's three cocks on the couch
“Hey Chaz.” Aaron wraps me into a hug and Verity hovers next to him like they’re floating on air.
“Hey there.” I smile and shift my weight, hoping it’s not somehow obvious through my clothes that I have a giant rubber plug shoved up my ass. Raf smirks at me from the kitchen because he knows how uncomfortable I am.
“Move outta the way,” a voice from the hallway rings out, and Verity and Aaron are both jostled into the apartment. I see a mess of brown hair and a flash of green eyes and recognize Callum and Jack behind them. Callum is the other bartender at Rapture. He’s young and sweet, and Raf likes him a lot. Not in a sexual way but in a friend way. He’s married, anyway, to his Daddy. Jack.
Not that Jack is his actual father.
Everyone has their own kinks I suppose.
Raf joins me and taps the split of my ass cheeks, a reminder of exactly whatourkinks are.
“Thanks for coming,” I manage to say with a relatively clear voice. Raf slips an arm around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder in a shocking display of vanilla domesticity. It feels right, but wrong, and sometimes I hate that we aren’toutout to our friends, but from what I’ve seen the way we play is far beyond the way any of them play. Keith, Micah, and Justin are the closest, and after our time together in the loft I think they have a pretty good idea of how deep our depravity goes, but if they care or think it’s weird, they haven’t said anything about it yet.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” Micah is piling in now, shoving his way into the apartment. His eyes twinkle and he looks at me like he knows something I don’t, and I can’t begin to fathom what that means.
Verity’s group of friends has always interested me. They’re so in-tune with each other, and they always seem to be in the same place. Verity has known half of them since college and the others they’ve picked up along the way, and I’m jealous they have such a strong support system, even if it meant they stayed away from home, and away from me.
I think about home and miss it sometimes, even if it’s not home anymore. I sold the farm before I moved. Verity and Aaron had found a great buyer who needed the space for dogs they raised. I don’t miss farm life often, but I do miss Brittany and Lisa sometimes. They were troublemakers, but I couldn’t have asked for better goats.
“Where are you?” Raf whispers in my ear, drawing me back to the present.
“Here,” I answer, my voice thick in my throat. “With you.”
“Good. Would you like to go get your friends some drinks?”
“My friends?”
“Aren’t they?” Raf raises an eyebrow.
“Ours. I don’t know. I’m just the obligatory brother of one of the friends,” I say with a downcast look. I don’t know where this mood came from. I shake my head to clear it.
“You’re our friend.” Keith hugs me and follows Micah into the living room. “I need to get Justin a drink. Can you point me toward the kitchen?”
“I’ll take you.”
I walk with Keith and Micah into the kitchen while Raf ushers everyone else inside. It’s like Verity’s whole gang is here, and they’re apparently mine now too, and some of Raf’s other friends show up, but they mingle on the outskirts of things like they’re not quite sure what to make of me, or everyone, or this.
“Do you want beer, or wine, or something mixed?” I point toward the bottles of liquor.
“He asked for water,” Keith answers, and we all know what that means.
I grab a handful of water bottles out of the fridge and pass them off to Keith. He wanders through the crowd, back to Justin, and the night goes on.
It passes quickly, a flurry of faces, and activity, and a few potted plants as gifts. I’m arranging them on the windowsill when there’s a voice behind me.
“I got this for you.”
I turn.
Gregory, the boyfriend of Verity’s best friend Landon, is standing there and he has two multicolored taper candles in his hands with a bow around them.
“Thank you.” I take them and wonder where to put them. I don’t think I’d ever use them. They’re too lovely, the way the colored wax twists and swirls up their length. “I’ll put these somewhere safe.”
“You should leave them out,” Gregory says with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh. Alright.”
