Seven pulled Enzo down, biting his lip. “It is pretty sexy. Even if I don’t understand half of what you’re singing.”
Enzo frowned. “You sure you’re okay? I can get you something. Hot tea? I have Throat Coat? Some meds? Anything?”
Seven’s expression softened, his cheeks darkening as he nodded. “I’m fine. Really.”
Enzo’s heart rate increased when someone on screen cleared their throat and another said, “This is disgusting.”
His gaze snapped to the large monitor, noticing several people staring at them. “You didn’t tell me we were already on camera,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You didn’t ask,” Seven shot back cheerily. “It’s just the guys. We’re not streaming yet.”
“Hey, Enzo,” Levi said with a smirk.
“Feel free to tell us all about Seven’s thank you gift,” Shiloh added with a laugh. “And why it involves Throat Coat tea?”
Enzo gave them a stern look. “I’ll leave that to Seven. A lady never kisses and tells.”
“Good thing you’re not a lady,” Levi shot back.
Enzo gave him the finger, earning another giggle from Shiloh, who was perched in Levi’s lap. He realized then that most of Seven’s friends seemed to have a similar configuration. The blue-haired boy, Arsen, had his Kewpie doll-faced boyfriend sitting in front of him, his pink hair tucked under the older boy’s chin. Nico sat in front of Mal, though, unlike Arsen, it was Nico handling the mouse, so maybe Mal was simply observing for the night. The only person flying solo was the blond boy with the pool blue eyes. Lake?
“I’ll let you play with your friends,” Enzo said, dropping another kiss on Seven’s head.
Seven dragged him back, sealing their lips together in a much filthier display before releasing him. “Sure you don’t want to watch?”
“We do,” Ever crowed.
“Didn’t ask you,” Seven said in a sing-song voice, eyes still locked on Enzo’s.
“It’s okay, brat. Have fun,” Enzo said, returning to his own desk.
“You guys ready yet?” Lake asked. “Or do I have to watch any more disgusting displays of coupledom?”
“You know you could just stop whining and find a boyfriend,” Nico suggested.
“That would mean he’d have to have a conversation with someone outside of our inner circle and we know that he doesn’t do that,” Levi countered.
“Anyway…” Lake said pointedly. “Let’s get going. People are waiting.”
There were a bunch of mumbled sounds that Enzo assumed were affirmative responses, then suddenly, Arsen said, “Hello, everyone. Thanks for tuning in to our latest Kids’ Table campaign. I’m calling this one ‘The Set-up, the Sugar Daddy, and the Skeleton King.’”
Seven huffed out an irritated noise through his nose at the words sugar daddy, making Enzo smile.
“Okay. Buffs up. I want this fight done before Nico starts trying to seduce the crown ghost,” Lake said.
Nico cackled. “I make no promises. That ghost is floatingrealsuggestively. I think he wants me.”
“You think everyone wants you,” Shiloh said dryly.
“Everyone does, but especially that ghost,” Nico said. “He’s just begging for it.”
“He’s not wrong,” Levi said. “Look at him. That’s not armor, it’s lingerie.”
Enzo meant to start working, but instead found himself just sitting in his chair watching Seven play with his friends.
“I’ve got eyes on the king. Taking the high ground,” Seven said.
“Naturally. You have that 3090 GPU elevation advantage now,” Levi taunted.
