“You can’t lie to me,” Sawyer said. “I can feel your trepidation, Ciaran. Your worry. I can feel everything.”
Fraser snorted, and Ciaran sighed.
Then Fray laughed. “So, do I get any details on the sex? Make it as graphic as possible, thanks.”
“No,” Ciaran shot back at him.
Sawyer leaned around Ciaran so he could see Fray better. “It was so fucking hot. Like hot, hot. Lava hot. His tentacles?—”
Fray let his head fall back as he gripped the wheel. “Ughhhh.” Then he righted himself and the look he gave Ciaran was comical. “You fucked in freeform? Dude!”
“More like a half shift,” Sawyer explained.
Fray gawped at Ciaran, obviously impressed.
“Please don’t encourage him,” Ciaran begged.
Fraser burst out laughing, eyes still wide. “Oh, come on! It’s been so long for me. I deserve all the details. A half shift? That’s freaky and fucking awesome.” He put one hand to his chest. “I’ve never been prouder.”
Ciaran buried his face in his hands. “Jesus Christ.”
Sawyer chuckled, pulling Ciaran’s hips to his, and whispered in Ciaran’s ear. “He’s right. It was fucking awesome.”
Ciaran laughed, resting his forehead on Sawyer’s shoulder for a few seconds before Ciaran gave Fray a look over his shoulder. “Tell anyone, and I’ll kill you.”
Fray laughed long and loud, his grin devilishly wide. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Ciaran’s eyes met Sawyer’s, his shoulders sagging. “That secret is not safe with him. Everyone will know before your bag is unpacked.”
Sawyer chuckled, feeling a bit better now that they’d laughed a little. But what Ciaran had said made him realise something... “Uh, so here’s something we probably should have talked about at some point over the past couple of days. Uh, where exactly am I unpacking my bag? Like, who’s place? Mine or yours?”
Ciaran smiled and made a low, happy rumbling sound. “I like how that sounds,” he said. “Mine, yours, ours. It doesn’t matter. Either, or both. Wherever we feel like staying that night.” His shy smile was adorably cute. “As long as I wake up next to you.”
Sawyer chuckled and, kinda forgetting they weren’t alone, ran his hand down to Ciaran’s arse?—
“Jesus Mildred Christ,” Fray whined. “Did you guys not just fuck for two days straight? Can you give me a break? I’m dying over here. I told you it’s been too long for me.”
Ciaran chuckled but made no attempt to put some distance between them. “I really need to talk to Tobin for you.”
Fray’s smile died, and he groaned. “Yeah, no. Of all the things you’re not gonna do, you’re not gonna do that the most.”
Wait...
“Fray and Tobin?” Sawyer asked.
Ciaran rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fray wishes so, but....” He made a face.
“Oh.” Sawyer felt a little sad about that.
“Tobin also doesn’t know,” Ciaran added. “Fray’s more of a suffer-in-silence, yearn-from-afar kind of romantic.”
“Hey, Ciar,” Fray said, making them both look at him. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his middle finger. “And don’t get any ideas about telling him anything. You also mispronounced ‘Thanks for coming out to get us. You’re the awesomest best friend ever.’”
“Thank you for coming out to get us,” Sawyer said. “Well, me. Thank you for coming out to get me. Pretty sure Ciaran could swim it easily enough.”
Ciaran chuckled, pressing his lips to Sawyer’s shoulder. “Thank you, Fray, for coming out to get us. You’re the awesomest best friend ever.”
Fray made a placated sound, but his smile won out. “Just as fucking well,” he said as they neared the Cove and he slowed the boat down.
