“What can I say? You’re a good kisser.” He blinks, unamused.
“OrKemperis,” Byron snickers.
“That he definitely is,” I hum.
“But still, you didn’t know that when you were emulating him all up in my boyfriend’s mouth,” Ren natters on. “It was like, how you thought Kemperwouldbe…”
“Or how youwantedhim to be.” Trevel smirks.
“Was it the same with Angel?” Ren’s head slants.Evil motherfucker, I’m telling you.
“I don’t know…” I grunt. “For the millionth time, I don’t remember.”
“Yes, you do,” Byron sneers. “Because you remember whatyoufelt, as Dash.”
“Ah, good point.” Ren leans forward. “So… how was it?”
“Are you asking me how it felt to fuck myself?” I snort. “Because that’s not really a conversation I wanna have on my wedding day.”
“Yea, shut up.” Felix pouts. “This isn’t pre-wedding talk.”
“Yes, it is!” Ren snaps. “We’re talking about how his soon-to-be husband fucks. Even if it’s imaginary, I imagine Kemper to be quite the powerhouse.”
“Baby girl,” I croon, “you have no idea.”
I wink, and Ren shimmies. It has us all laughing like the nutballs we are.
“Are we ready in here?” Rook pokes his head in from outside. “Your groom’s getting antsy.”
“Awww! So cute,” Ren squeals, shaking me around. I stand up slowly while he fusses over my clothes and my hair. All of which are perfect, of course. “I love you.” He hugs onto me tightly while I chuckle.
“Why are you getting so sappy right now??”
“Because! I feel like my little brother is getting married.” Ren sniffles.
“Brothers don’t suck each other’s dicks, Warren,” I scold him.
“You sure about that?” He winks at Luthor, who’s just shaking his head.
My forehead lines. “What?”
“Nothing.” He grins, pinching my cheeks.
“So… yes? No? Why does everyone ignore me?” Rook grumbles from the sliding door that leads to the deck.
“It’s hard to get any spotlight when your partner hogs it,” Luthor mutters. “Trust me, I’m speaking from personal experience.”
Ren gasps in outrage.
“We’ll be right out,” I tell Rook, laughing. “I can’t wait for you guys to move out here with me! It’ll be this type of shitshow only every day!”
“Yea, I’m not jealous at all.” Byron pouts.
“Hey, you’ve still got me.” Felix grins, and Byron mirrors it.
“That’s true. We’re going to London without you buttheads.” He hugs Felix, sticking his tongue out at us.
“Realmature,” Ren mutters. “In other news, you’re both dead to me.”
