Gage grinned. Oh. He knew what he was doing. He leaned in and stole another kiss—deeper this time. With purpose. Fallon’s dick was getting hard and thick again, throbbing with more need. He shifted restlessly, and Gage’s smile widened.
“Let me take care of you.” His fingers moved toward the straps on the belt. “Yes?”
Fallon met his gaze and held it. Then, after a short forever, he nodded. Just once. “Yes.”
CHAPTER TEN
GAGE
The factthat Lucas knew made Gage’s life a thousand times easier. And there was a weight off as he approached the food truck and waited on the concrete wall until the line at his window began to trickle down to nothing.
When the last customer was gone, Gage walked up and knocked his familiar pattern on the side. Lucas appeared a second later with a huge grin.
“Heeeey,Daddy.”
“Oh my God, I will literally murder you in your truck and make you into pies.”
Lucas scoffed. “Okay, Sweeney Todd. Come inside though. It’s fucking freezing.” He paused halfway into turning around. “Is Fallon with you?”
“No. I’m just getting off work,” Gage told him.
Lucas nodded, then walked off, and Gage jogged around the truck, waiting for Lucas to unlock the door. He used to keep it open, propping it slightly ajar to help with the airflow, but since the issue with Charlie, he was locked up tight.
Lucas was a brave man, but he was not a fighter. He had a high pain tolerance, but being hurt would take him down at theknees. Gage still felt murderous whenever he thought about Charlie, and he had a feeling Lucas was the same.
Which was why he was there.
Locking the door behind him, he grabbed his stool while Lucas set the big, hand-painted BRB sign on the side, then closed the window.
“I know you’re not here to hang out,” Lucas said, leaning against his counter with his arms folded. He wasn’t wearing his prosthetics, so his eyelids were closed, but somehow, his expression still had Gage pinned. “What’s going on?”
He took a breath. “Charlie?—”
“Tell me he’s not fucking back.”
“No. God, no. Nothing like that. But…you know, right?”
“That he and Fallon bumped uglies?”
“Oh, who the fuck taught you that phrase? Gross.” Gage waved it away like he was clearing smoke. “They had sex.”
Lucas let out a small breath. “You really think it was consensual? I mean, you don’t think Fallon…?”
“No,” Gage said very quickly. “No. He would have told me.”
Lucas’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh,really…”
“Dude, it’s not—” He stopped. He couldn’t say it wasn’t like that because it was. But he hadn’t been given permission to tell Lucas that part of their secret.
Lucas scoffed. “Please. I clocked that shit between you months ago. From the moment we were in the hallway. Your pheromones almost choked me to death.”
“I didn’t have pheromones!”
“Yeah. You did, bud. And they almost murdered me to death. But I’m guessing it’s a secret?”
Gage groaned and put his hands over his face. “Yeah. Fuck. It’s not…I mean, we’re just friends, so?—”
“Ah. So, the denial stage. That’s cool. I’ve been there.” Lucas began to stim, his fingers dancing in the air as he gently rocked back and forth. “Are you in love with him?”
