“Maybe a bit of no-strings fun is exactly what you need,” Russel said. “I think it’ll do you good to let loose like that.”
“Maybe it’ll stop you being such an uptight prick,” Mac mused.
“I’m not…!” Michael shook his head as Mac beamed at him. “Fuck off, Mac.”
“You take over cooking, and I’ll gladly do that,” Mac said, patting Russel’s arse.
“Get a room,” Michael grumbled, unable to deny that he was envious of how perfect they were together.
“That’s what I’m suggesting!”
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” Russel said. He coaxed Mac round and draped his arms over the bigger man’s shoulders.
They exchanged kisses, light, noisy pecs that left Michael feeling like the third wheel. He missed having the connection they had, so damned much.
He waved his arm in a wide arc. “Guys? I’m right here!”
Mac flipped him the finger and then tongue-wrestled Russel in front of him. Michael shook his head but laughed at the same time. It was great seeing the two of them so happy together, though he couldn’t ignore the pang of jealousy that formed in his chest. He’d had a taste of the happiness they shared, and then it had been snatched from his fingers. Maybe that was all anyone had: one shot at happiness; one person in the whole universe that was right for them. Edward had been his Mr Right, but Edward was gone.
“For once, I think Russel’s right,” Mac said. “Some no-strings sex could snap you out of the funk you’ve been in recently.”
“I have not been in a funk.”
Mac stared at him incredulously. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. Look, you’ve clearly got the hots for the kid.”
“Who wouldn’t?” Russel interjected.
Mac glared at him.
“Sweetie, if I wasn’t already taken, I’d be all over him. And so would you.”
Mac shook his head and turned his attention back to Michael. “He’s clearly into you, and you’re both consenting adults, so why not?”
Michael raised his hands. “Hey, look, I’m not objecting.”
He’d had a lot of fun the previous night and couldn’t think of any reason why it wouldn’t be a good idea to continue like that as long as Jag was okay with hooking up again. God, he hoped Jag would want to fuck him again. The memory made him shiver. He’d dated younger men before—though not that much younger than him—but they’d always deferred to him. Having Jag call the shots had been sexy as hell.
“I still want details,” Russel pouted.
“Fuck off.”
“You keep telling us to fuck off,” Mac said. “But you still haven’t offered to take over the cooking so we can.”
“You guys are too horny for your own good,” Michael said. “You can have plenty of time to screw each other’s brains out after I’ve gone home.”
“Honey, there’s no such thing as beingtoohorny,” Russel told him. “As long as your partner can keep up,” he added with a wink.
“I can keep up, don’t you worry.” Mac waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Michael held his hand up. “Stop. You two just crossed the border from cute into revolting. Please keep it in your pants while you’ve got company.”
“We’ll stop flirting,” Mac assured him.
“But don’t expect us to stop prodding you towards casual sex with that adorable twink.” Russel turned to Mac. “Sweetheart, if Michael doesn’t want him, do you think maybe we could invite him into a threesome?”
“You know me, I’m up for just about anything.”
“Guys…” Michael warned.
