8
KIERAN
“Mmm,” Chad lets out another loud moan as he chews his lobster tempura.
I’m enjoying this meal as much as everyone else. I love Japanese food, but I don’t think I’ve ever made a noise that sounds so inherently sexual outside of actual sex.
Jace and I exchange another smirk from our spots across from him and John as we bite back our laughter. Chad has been doing this the entire meal. We have a semi-private room off to the side of the restaurant, separated by heavy curtains, so it feels like it’s just our little group tonight. Everything has been amazing, but the real entertainment has been watching Chad experience each course as if it’s the greatest thing he’s ever tasted combined with John’s glares and muttered warnings to Chad about being quieter.
Honestly though, I can’t tell if John is embarrassed bythe sounds, or if they’re making him uncomfortable because they’re turning him on.
John is very hard to read, and most of this weekend it has seemed like he’s pissed off about something. But last night when Jace and I finally made it back after spending some time with Patrick and Joey, the door to their room was open, and Chad and John were sleeping wrapped around each other.
So I don’t know what to think.
Chad lets out another moan after trying one of the sushi rolls, and John shifts in his seat. “Jesus, Chad,” John scolds. “Do you seriously not understand how you sound?”
Chad freezes mid-chewing with wide eyes as he shakes his head slowly. When he eventually swallows, he hesitantly smiles at John. “How do I sound?”
“Like you’re on a porn set, not at a fancy dinner,” John explains, and Jace finally gives in, laughing at their exchange.
Chad is as cheery and unfazed as ever. “Speaking of porn!” he says at full volume, turning to talk to our entire group. Thank god we’re in a private area of the restaurant. “Blake finally explained the whole flip fuck thing to me, and it had me thinking.”
“Dangerous,” John mutters, but Chad either doesn’t hear or chooses to ignore him.
“You were all talking about enjoying it, so does that mean you’re all vers? Is that the right word? And then I was thinking about how whoever is on top would still have an open hole, if you get what I mean, and if theyliked it filled, someone else could go there, right? But then same thing for who’s on bottom, their dick would be out of play unless someone was also under them. And it could just go on and on!”
Jace is cracking up next to me. “Oh my god,” I manage to get out through my own laughter. At this point of the weekend, I’m over trying to warn Chad when he’s being a little too loud. Embracing his chaos is way more fun.
“So then I was thinking about this group, and if you guys were into sharing?—”
“We aren’t,” Liam cuts in firmly.
Jace and I are still laughing too hard to agree with Liam. Chad waves him off and continues, still smiling widely. “Sure, sure. But if youwere, who would be on the end of this imaginary train?”
“You clearly don’t know what a train is,” John mutters.
Chad continues, sounding genuinely curious. “And where would Ash fit in?”
Ash coughs, probably trying not to choke on whatever he’d been eating, and Blake is laughing even louder than Jace now.
“What, I’m not good enough for this imagined orgy?” John deadpans, and I can’t tell if he’s offended or maybe even joking? Does John make jokes?
Chad turns to John quickly, and oh my god, I think Chad is blushing now. I didn’t think anything could embarrass that man. “Oh, I didn’t mean… Do you want to be in the orgy?”
“There’s no orgy to be in!” Liam reminds them, shaking his head, but he’s laughing too.
“Chad, why are you thinking about your friends all having sex with each other?” John presses.
Chad shrugs, letting out a short laugh while he looks around at everyone else for backup. “I don’t know. Don’t you guys think about sex a lot, too?”
Blake nods. “Sure. But I’m thinking about Liam and me having sex. I’m not picturing you having sex. Or any of you.”
“Well, I don’t have a Liam.” Chad pouts, like that’s all the explanation he needs.
“Can we talk about literally anything else?” John suggests.
Chad’s hand flies out to grab John’s arm as he gasps. “Oh my god! Guys, I didn’t tell you about last night!” John glares at Chad’s hand like it’s going to burn off his tattoos. “John was my knight in faded leather!”
