Everett sent an emoji rolling its eyes, then followed up with,Barely.
Okay, fine, you’ve talked me up. No more than six hundred. Make sure you get the imitation gold foil for the kids—they won’t be able to tell the difference.
A moment passed where nothing was written. Figuring the conversation was over, Caleb placed his phone on his chest and stretched his legs until they were overextended, then fanned his toes. If Everett wasn’t going to come back to the condo with the kids, the day was his—he could do whatever he wanted. Which, honestly, would probably mean copious amounts of masturbation while catching up with the first season of the Netflix series Everett had already watched so they could binge season two together.
A text from Everett pulled Caleb from his thoughts.What are the rules?
Funny how four small words could make Caleb’s heart race.
Caleb’s thumb passed over the screen, but he couldn’t commit to a reply. Heat had flooded his cheeks and lewd thoughts occupied his mind, preventing him from thinking clearly.
Everett wanted to know how far he could go if he got a chance to get Jayne between the sheets.
He wanted Caleb’s permission.
Caleb’s limp cock turned to steel. He bit his lip and stretched his neck, his skin suddenly too warm for comfort. If his libido was the one calling the shots, there would be no rules—the idea of Everett and Jayne tumbling into bed together, kissing, touching, and then fucking turned Caleb on like nothing else. But even as Caleb wrapped his hand around his throbbing dick and started to stroke, his heart twisted itself up in protest. Yes, he wanted to see Everett and Jayne in bed together, and yes, he wanted to see them going at it like animals… but there was a reason why Caleb and Everett were a package deal.
Caleb wanted to hear the abandon in Everett’s voice when he came. He wanted to see Everett’s body go rigid moments before his hips bucked frantically into Jayne and his knot locked them together. He wanted to taste the sweet sweat on Everett’s lips and the musk on his tongue from when it had run along Jayne’s balls and up his shaft.
He wanted to be the one to hold Everett when all was said and done—wanted to be the one who’d tenderly kiss his nape and whisper sweet things against the back of his ear.
As much as Caleb wanted Everett to have fun, Caleb couldn’t be so selfless. Everett washis.Jayne knew it, too. If Jayne wanted to play with Caleb’s boyfriend, he would have to wait until all three of them were together.
Nothing below the belt unless I’m there with you,Caleb replied at last.If you get the chance, ask him if he’ll go out with us next weekend. When are you working?
I don’t know. I’ll ask my dad when I see him tonight.
Just make sure you get his number. If we’ve got it, we can make plans.
Now that his erection was thoroughly confused, Caleb gave up hopes of an orgasm and tucked his cock back into his soon-to-be-soot boxer-briefs. He dropped his legs from the top of the couch and stood, then stretched. It was too early for a drink, so he headed for the master bedroom, figuring a shower would help calm his nerves.
You got it,Everett shot back.I’m going to start driving, so I won’t be able to reply. Anything else we need to talk about before I get going?
Nope,Caleb wrote, then deleted. He nudged the bedroom door closed, then headed for the en suite bathroom.Actually, yeah, there is something I want to say. I fucking love you. Drive safe and have fun. Make a good impression and I won’t have to kick your ass when you get home.
My ass is too fine for you to want to kick.
Fuck, you’re right.Caleb grinned.I’ll have to spank it raw instead.
Driving now. Love you, too. I’ll text when I’m on my way home.
See you later.
With the conversation now decidedly over, Caleb tossed his phone on the bed, stripped out of his boxer-briefs, and tossed them in the trash. Fire would come later. If Everett did as well as Caleb anticipated he would, Caleb would probably want new underwear, anyway. Next weekend he’d have a second chance at making a good impression, after all. He wouldn’t let a wardrobe malfunction sabotage him again.
10
Everett
The Eggception was an unfortunately named restaurant located five minutes south of the condo Everett shared with Caleb. Somehow, it had evaded the outward expansion of the downtown core, a sole relic of the past amongst the towering skyscrapers of the future. Its broad, cheerful street-facing windows were often decorated for the season—snowy around Christmastime, painted with bright green grass and colorful eggs around Easter, and tastefully strung up with spiderwebs for Halloween. When Everett stole a glance at them while double-parked outside the restaurant’s front door, a month-long special had taken the place of its usual festive decorations, written in red, white, and blue.
“Should I get a table for us? I can make sure to snag an extra high chair for Penelope while I’m getting Parker settled,” Jayne asked as he stepped out of the car.
Everett nodded. “Please.”
“Great. See you in a few.”
Shep, who held Parker, glared at Everett, then exited the vehicle. Everett waited until he’d closed the door before he resumed driving. With street parking scarce, his best bet at finding a place to park was the subterranean parking garage down the street. As they rolled down the ramp toward the barricade, Everett glanced into the rearview mirror and spotted Bo looking forlorn, his forehead resting on the window.
