Enzo’s eyes went wide. “Seconds? Really?”
Seven snickered. “You really don’t understand anything about fandom culture. I really wanted to go. I mean, we all did. But I…” He trailed off, his ears darkening to scarlet once more. “Never mind.”
“Oh, no. No way. You…what?” Enzo prodded, dying to know what it was that had Seven looking so embarrassed.
Once more, Seven’s gaze drifted from his. “When I was like…twelve, I wrote a letter to the actor who voices Ser Thalos and he wrote me back. I kind of hoped I could meet him, to show it to him, to see if he remembered me. It’s…stupid.”
“That’s…so cute,” Enzo said begrudgingly. “So, you’re gonna play tonight?”
Seven sighed heavily. “You know I can’t.”
Enzo frowned. “I do? Why can’t you play?”
Seven gave him a pained look. “How would I? My laptop can’t run a game likePaladin. The lag would get us killed. I need my PC, and since Jericho and Freckles couldn’t even get close enough to my place to get my clothes, I doubt they’ll be able to snag my whole set-up. Besides, I wouldn’t ask them to go to that kind of trouble.”
Enzo frowned. “Are there computers just for gaming? Like pre-made ones?”
“Mine’s custom, but yeah. You just have to have power, the right graphics card, stuff like that. We stream for extra money, so our set-ups are a little more elaborate, but you could walk into any electronics store and buy a decent system in a pinch. Why? You gonna start gaming?”
Enzo poked him in the belly. “Are you saying I’m too old to game?”
This time, it was Seven who cupped Enzo’s face, leaning in to ghost his lips over the older man’s. “I think you’ve played enough games.”
“Yeah?” Enzo’s tongue traced the seam of Seven’s lips until he opened for him.
Seven sighed into the kiss, tongue sliding over his. “Mm,” he said between kisses. “You’re benched. Or whatever sports metaphor you prefer. You’re all mine. No more games.”
The buzzing of Enzo’s landline had them both jumping back guiltily, then laughing when they made eye contact. Enzo wrapped an arm around Seven so he didn’t fall from his lap as he reached forward and pressed the speaker button.
“Morning, sunshine,” he said by way of greeting, well aware of who was at the other end of the conversation.
Drucilla ignored him. “I booked out the meeting room for ten o’clock. I’m assuming pastries are fine?”
“Yeah, as long as they’re from the Italian bakery on the corner. You know how picky my mother is.”
Your mother?Seven mouthed. Enzo held up a finger, letting him know he’d explain in a moment.
“Yeah, she’s almost as big a pain in the ass as you are,” Drucilla said, voice completely devoid of emotion.
“Oh, while I have you. I need you to draft a discovery motion for the case I forwarded you last night.”
“You want me to push aside everything else for this?” she asked.
Talking to her was like talking to a slightly less life-like chatbot. “Yes. This case is priority one.”
“‘Kay,” she said, then hung up.
“She’s definitely going to poison your coffee later,” Seven commented, tone conversational.
“That’s one of the many reasons I wouldn’t ask her—or anyone, for that matter—to make me coffee,” Enzo countered. “I’m not making an assassination attempt that easy on anyone.”
“Why is your mother coming?” Seven asked.
“Ourmothers are coming. I need to have a little fact-finding session with your mother, and of course, my mother is coming along as her muscle so I remember exactly what’s at stake.” Enzo’s gaze dropped to Seven’s lips before he dragged him in for another slow, thorough kiss. “As if I need reminding,” he said when they parted.
Seven sighed dreamily, eyelids slightly heavier and cock half-hard against Enzo’s. When he stood, Enzo started to protest, but he simply turned around before returning to Enzo’s lap. He then watched Seven type in his password at his computer, his brows shooting up in surprise. “How do you know my password?”
Seven snorted, giving him a look like he was stupid. “‘Cause you stuck it to the inside of your desk drawer on a sticky note, genius. I go in there every day to return your cup.”
