“I happen to like how slutty you are,” Mickey said seriously. “It’s been kinda working in my favor.”
“Fuck you.” Roger jerked away from him.
“Goddammit, come here.” Mickey wrapped his arm around Roger’s waist and yanked him close. “Look, we all do shit we’re not proud of. Shit we wish we could change. But guess what? We can’t.”
“Wow, I feel better already.”
“Shut up. My point is you should try to focus on the future instead, on what isn’t set in stone yet. Think about what you want and go for it.”
“I want to watch Salvatore die very slowly, bury Crybaby, eat some lasagna, and fuck you. Like, a lot more often.”
“He will die, we’ll call a funeral home, I can figure out how to make fuckin’ lasagna, and we will definitely fuck more.” Mickey bit down on Roger’s shoulder to emphasize his point.
Roger moaned, immediately melting into Mickey’s hold. “Mmm, promise?”
“Absolutely.”
“I gotta call Scout,” Roger said suddenly. “Shit.”
“Crybaby’s lady?”
“Yeah. She doesn’t know.” Roger was getting upset again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. She doesn’t know yet.”
Mickey hugged Roger. “Hey, easy now. We can worry about that shit tomorrow. Okay? That’s tomorrow’s fuckin’ problem.”
“Stop telling me to shut up.”
“Stop sayin’ dumb shit and getting all freaked out—”
“I will fuckin’ punch you in the dick—” Roger started to snarl.
A low groan from down the hallway made them both freeze in place.
“Is that…?” Roger gasped.
There was another groan followed by deep grunting, and the very distinct sound of skin on skin. It was hard to tell who was who, but it was definitely Alistair and Cold.
“Yup. That’s exactly what it sounds like.”
“Called it!”
Chuckling, Mickey agreed, “I had my suspicions.”
“I fuckin’ knew it. Alistair totally has this ‘Fuck me harder, Daddy’ vibe thing going on. Pretty sure Cold tops, though.”
“Oh, definitely.”
Roger grinned. “Long live the fuckin’ gay mafia.”
Chapter 13
Mickey awoke the next morning with no covers, and he had been pushed to the very edge of the mattress. Roger was comfortably curled up in a ball and in possession of all the blankets. He’d never woken up with someone before, and it was nice to reach over and pull Roger back into his arms.
It felt… good.
Roger’s hand slid down Mickey’s stomach, slipping into his underwear and grabbing his cock.
Verygood.
