“Oh,” Steve said, swallowing. “I just wanted to check.”
“Communication is important,” Ryker agreed.
Ryker’s words reminded August of the whole Dylan miscommunication debacle, making him chuckle to himself. At Steve’s questioning look, he sat back down and pulled out his phone. The plane’s onboard WI-FI was terrible, but he managed to pull up the KinkMatch website and find the link to the questionnaire he, Ryker and Dylan had completed.
“We haven’t told you about our misunderstanding with Dylan, have we?” he asked, sending the link to Steve.
It would be interesting to see how he matched up with them.
“No?” Steve said, shifting a little in his seat. “What misunderstanding?”
“Do you remember how we told you that I met Dylan online and chatted with him for weeks before meeting up in person to do our roleplay?”
Steve nodded.
“Well, it turns out, the person I was chatting with wasn’t Dylan.”
August went on to explain how Dylan had made a mistake and gone to the wrong clinic for his appointment, inadvertently taking the place of the guy who had stood August up and finding himself unknowingly participating in a medical roleplay.
Steve and William looked incredulous.
“And he didn’t notice that you were just pretending to examine him?” William asked, his nose scrunched up in disbelief.
“I did examine him. I was just inappropriate about it.” August’s cock twitched at the memory of pushing Dylan into his pecs when he was listening to his lungs. When he’d let him up for air, Dylan had looked downright intoxicated. “And even if he was confused, he was eager to let me have my way with him.”
“Are you sure he was okay?” Steve asked, his face pinched with worry.
“Yes,” August said, choosing not to be offended by the question. “Dylan might look all cute and innocent, but he loves being dominated and put through his paces. That’s actually what the link I just sent you is about. It’s a questionnaire to see how all of our kinks line up, and how they don’t. Once you go through it, you’ll get a list of all the things you and Dylan matched on.”
Steve pulled out his phone and opened his messages.
“It’s taking a minute to load,” he said, frowning at his phone. He looked up. “Does it only show my matches with Dylan?”
August shook his head.
“No, it will show any kinks where you’re a match for me or Ryker, and it will give you a list of all the things we have in common.”
William made a frustrated sound, and when everyone looked at him, he exclaimed, “Could you talk about this later? I don’t need to know anything about how kinky my brother is!”
Steve went red, and as the KinkMatch website finally loaded on his phone, he angled the screen away from his brother and looked at August.
“He’s right, this should be a private conversation.”
“Sure,” August said, not caring one way or the other what William knew about his sex life. “You can do the questionnaire whenever you have the time.”
Steve nodded and then spent the next twenty minutes with his nose buried in his phone, very obviously going through the test. William shot him the occasional disgusted look, and when Steve’s mouth opened and he started breathing a little heavily, the young beta got up and went to the bathroom in protest.
“What?” Steve asked, realizing that August was smiling at him.
Ryker was staring out the window, mentally preparing for his upcoming fights and ignoring both of them.
“Nothing,” August said, his smile widening into a grin. “You’re cute when you concentrate.”
Steve ducked his head, blushing and looking pleased. He kept on filling out the questionnaire, looking up occasionally to see if August was still watching him. Every time he caught August looking, he blushed.
It was adorable.
A while later, William came back from the bathroom and Steve put his phone away. August felt his phone vibrate, and when he checked his email, he had a new message from KinkMatch asking him to accept Steve’s request to match with him. He happily accepted, glancing up at his mate-to-be and opening the link with their results.
