Jace was in his briefs, his hair tousled and his eyes closed. He yawned and stretched, his shoulders rising as he straightened his spine.
“You weren’t in bed,” he muttered, then opened his eyes and blinked. “Shit. Sebastian.”
Jace was obviously still half asleep and slow to cover himself. Callahan jumped off the couch and closed the space, wrapping his arms around Jace and walking him backward toward the bedroom.
“I didn’t know Sebastian was here,” Jace said once they reached the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his plaid pajama bottoms, pulling them on. “Do I need a shirt?”
“If you don’t mind.”
Jace scratched his chest, his eyes looking more alert. “You don’t have one on.”
“I’ve known Sebastian my whole life. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen.”
“Are you jealous?” Jace tilted his head to the side, a sleepy smirk playing on his lips.
“Possessive,” Callahan answered, tossing a shirt onto Jace’s lap.
Jace made an agreeable noise and pulled the shirt on, then reached for Callahan. He got his fingers hooked around the waistband of Callahan’s sweats and then he tugged, urging Callahan forward.
“I’m possessive too,” Jace whispered, slanting their mouths together when Callahan landed on the bed.
Jace kissed him like he had every right to Callahan’s body, and when he groaned into Jace’s mouth, Callahan realized he did. Callahan’s cock twitched between his legs and Jace reached down, making a fist around him and squeezing.
“Sebastian is out there,” he said against Jace’s lips.
“I know.”
“He’s upset,” Callahan said.
Jace dragged his hand over Callahan’s stomach and rested it against his hip. “So no morning blow job, then?”
“Maybe later in the morning.”
Jace huffed out a laugh and gave him a push. Callahan stood and adjusted himself, even though there was little help for him to hide his dick in his sweatpants. Jace made his own adjustments and followed Callahan out to the living room. Callahan took his seat on the couch again, and Jace settled into one of the chairs.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your morning,” Sebastian said, stretching across the table with one of the cups in his hand. “But I did bring drinks.”
“It’s early.” Jace accepted the cup and popped the lid off, sniffing the contents. “But I do love a good mimosa.”
“I know,” Sebastian said. “Callahan told me before.”
“I did?”
“You did?” Jace’s lips quirked and he took a tentative sip, then a larger swallow.
“He did,” Sebastian confirmed, his eyes shifting between Callahan and Jace, his look one of thorough appraisal and thought.
“So.” Callahan clapped his hands. “Did you want to come to dinner later?”
“I don’t want to intrude twice in one day.”
“You’re not intruding,” Jace answered. “Remington is a talker and he’s been talking to me for years. I’m sure he’d like someone new to chatter at.”
“If you’re sure,” Sebastian said with a frown.
“I am. We are.” Jace stood up and set his drink down on the table. “I’m going to go shower. You two look like you need to talk.”
Jace gave him a quick kiss, then disappeared back down the hallway, leaving Callahan and Sebastian alone again.
