“Whatever.”
“I told you to leave them alone.” This time it was Luke’s voice who echoed out from the speaker, and a big smile split Eddie’s face.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey there, kiddo.” A pause. “Charlie.”
“Luke.”
“What’s happening?” Leonidas whispered, still close to Andy’s side.
“It’s complicated.” He smirked. “Charlie’s husband’s dad is Cameron’s boyfriend.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“How did that go?” Leonidas asked.
“Eddie punched Cameron over it, and Cameron punched Charlie. I think they’re all better now.”
“Alright.”
Andy turned his head to the side and he brushed his lips against Leonidas’s mouth.
“Hey!” Cameron’s voice filled the room. “Charlie turn me back around. Hey there, Leo.”
“Hi,” Leonidas answered.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine.”
“You met Andy in France?” Cameron asked.
“Yes.”
“What was he like?”
“What do you mean?” A smile tugged at Leonidas’s mouth.
“He was so buttoned up before dad died, but now he’s a bit of an asshole like James. What was he like in Paris?”
Andy’s cheeks heated and he rolled his eyes, turning his attention toward his lap. He didn’t want Leonidas to give an answer to protect his feelings, but he had to admit he was nervous to hear what Leonidas’s first impression of him was.
“He was unhappy,” Leonidas answered.
“Do you make him happy?”
Andy thought about the electric thrill he’d felt, being pulled into the alleyway and having his kisses stolen with such feverish intent. He could remember everything about that moment. The heat of Leonidas’s tongue as it pushed into his mouth, the way he stilled when Andy asked him to, when Andy told him to. The way their cocks felt pressed against his palm as he jacked them both off, barely hidden.
“He does,” Andy answered before Leonidas could.
“Good. So you’ll be less mean when it’s Christmas?”
“You deserved it,” Andy countered, remembering the way he’d rightfully snapped at Cameron’s petulant attitude shortly after he’d gotten back from France.
“Yeah, believe me. Luke’s reminded me plenty of times.”
