Kit shook his head. He wanted to stay in bed forever, holding onto Quin.
“Oh,” Quin said.
Kit peeked over to where Quin had a finger through a hole Kit had ripped in the sheet. “Sorry, Daddy.” He tried to look every inch the picture of apology. He perhaps evoked the crude cave painting of apology instead.
“You’re not sorry, are you?”
Kit bit his lip and looked up at Quin through his lashes. “Nope.”
“If I didn’t find you so adorable right now, I’d be mad.”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
One corner of Quin’s mouth ticked up. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”
Eventually, Quin persuaded Kit to leave the bed for a grand total of four minutes for Quin to change the sheets. Kit was very restrained and complained about it only twice. Or three times, if you counted when he fell to the floor in a dramatic heap.
“Someoneis feeling needy,” Quin said once they were tucked back up in bed.
The fresh sheets were soft on Kit’s skin as he stretched out. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”
Quin looked down to where Kit pressed every inch of his body to Quin’s. “No, of course not. I’m obviously making it all up.”
Quin passed out as Kit drew aimless patterns on his skin with his fingertips, tracing every dip and groove. Kit didn’t sleep, however. He dozed a little, as close to sleep as he could get during the night, but the cursed magic that powered his body didn’t let him slumber under the cover of darkness.
He grabbed his phone and opened up a game—one Shaun, Rake, and DJ’s company had released. Guilt crept up on Kit after a few minutes of watering virtual plants when his inbox was full of unanswered emails from his friends.
He switched to the mail app, his finger hovering over his latest unread email—this one from DJ—before opening it. Kit snorted as he skimmed DJ’s mostly safe-for-work recounting of the trio’s visit to a new kink club, which included a detailed breakdown of the amenities on offer in the style of a Yelp review.DJ, as always, finished his email by asking if Kit wanted to join them one time. He’d never taken the offer because being the outsider set his teeth on edge.
But now, with Quin in the picture, it all seemed so much less daunting. No having to do it by himself. No being the odd one out. No having to watch the three of them being so ridiculously in love with each other when he was alone.
Still, given the recent developments with his dreams, he wanted to stay on his home turf. So, he thumbed out a response, inviting them all to visit as soon as possible, then pressed send before he talked himself out of it.
The whoosh of the email sending made his stomach churn with unease. He didn’t know what he would do if they refused.
It took only a few seconds before a new email notification popped up on his screen, and he opened it immediately.
We’ll be there! Can’t wait! Rake will confirm the details - DJ
Kit let the phone fall screen-first onto his chest. They were going to come to see him.
And they were going to meet Quin.
Kit glanced over at Quin’s sleeping form. He wondered what the others would think of him. A frisson of possessiveness took hold of him, and he snuggled in closer to Quin. They all better not like Quintoomuch. They had enough boyfriends already.
Quin woke up a few times during the night—often startled by his own snoring—and he’d exchange a few words and sleepy kisses with Kit before falling back to sleep again.
If every night for the rest of Kit’s existence was anything like tonight, it might just have been worth everything he’d gone through to get it.
EIGHTEEN
Quin
Sayinggoodbye to Kit was difficult, despite him only leaving for a short time, to pack up what he needed from his flat before coming back to Quin’s.
Quin stood at his open front door for a long few seconds after Kit had sprinted away. He struggled with letting Kit go at all, even though he knew it wasn’t possible to have him in sight twenty-four-seven.
They’d spent the past few nights in bed together, only leaving for the occasional shower—which never ended up being the planned break from sex that they thought—and to walk Mabel. There had been no sign of whatever had affected Kit the other morning, but they intended to ask Kit’s friends if they’d experienced anything similar.
