"Can you do that?" someone asks.
"Technically, the house is private property," Caleb says without looking up. "And technically, I'm a law student who knows exactly how to word a cease and desist."
"My boyfriend's a genius," James says, completely deadpan.
Caleb's ears go pink, but he doesn't deny the boyfriend part.
Drew takes a breath. "Okay. Everyone agrees to be more careful? No more filming shit that can get us in trouble? And for the love of God, Rex, keep your pants on?”
A general murmur of agreement.
"Good. Now, does anyone else have anything to bring to the floor before I go drink myself into forgetting this meeting happened?"
Ian raises his hand. "Actually, yeah. Can we maybe talk about the, uh..." He gestures vaguely between the guys sitting around. "The excessive PDA in common areas?"
The temperature in the room drops about fifteen degrees.
Tyler's head snaps toward Ian. Gavin's arms tighten around me. Even James and Caleb look up from their laptops with matching glares.
"Excuse me?" Ethan's soft voice is ice cold. "The what?"
Ian's eyes go wide as he realizes he's made a terrible mistake. "No, no, not… it's not because you're… I'm not saying?—"
"Because we're what, Ian?" Tyler asks quietly, which is somehow scarier than yelling.
"It's not a gay thing!" Ian's practically flailing now. "It's all the couples! Het ones too! It's just... some of us are single, and it's really depressing when you're all making out everywhere, and I just thought maybe?—"
He doesn't get to finish.
Because Gavin turns my head with one big hand and kisses me absolutely senseless. Like, full tongue, hand in my hair, making me forget my own name, levels of kissing.
When I can finally see straight again, I realize Ethan has fully straddled Tyler in the armchair, and they're going at it like they're trying to win a competition. Tyler's hands are firmly on Ethan's ass.
And in the corner, James has abandoned his laptop to pull Caleb into what I can only describe as an aggressively passionate kiss. Caleb looks mildly surprised, but absolutely isn't complaining.
Ian makes a strangled noise.
Drew laughs so hard he has to sit down. "Sorry, man. We're not restricting the couples as long as clothes stay on. Same rules for everyone, gay, straight, and anybody else. You want less PDA, get a boyfriend."
"Or girlfriend," Emily adds helpfully. "I know some girls who think the sad single thing is cute."
Ian buries his face in his hands while the room howls with laughter.
Ethan and I exchange glances across the room, still half-glaring at Ian. Tyler catches it and grins at Gavin.
"I think our boyfriends are plotting Ian's demise," Tyler says.
"Probably," Gavin agrees cheerfully. "Doc holds a grudge."
"So does Ethan. Ian's gonna be finding glitter in his stuff for weeks."
"Noted," Ian mumbles into his hands. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll never speak again."
"Smart choice," Ethan says sweetly.
Drew wraps up the meeting, and I'm ready to drag Gavin back upstairs when a freshman pipes up. "Hey, since everyone's already here... party tonight?"
Drew and Tyler exchange looks.
