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I loved that he didn’t grab for the phone, but I also had a sense of how important his family was to him. I’d seen that in the way he’d interacted with Ethan the day before. I straddled Devon’s body and reached for the phone and handed it to him. “It might be important,” I said.

Devon’s hand rested on my thigh. He held my gaze for the longest time as he stroked my leg, then he finally looked at the phone. He started laughing, then handed me the phone.

Ethan’s text read,I can walk now. I’ll be over at 2 for “the talk.”

“What does it mean?” I asked.

“It means my brother gotreallylucky last night and now he’s ready for his revenge.”

“Revenge?” I asked in confusion.

Devon was rubbing both my thighs now and I could feel his dick hardening beneath my ass.

“Yeah, so Ethan came out to me before the rest of the family when he was a teenager. I felt it was my duty to explain things like safe sex and stuff to him. I’d only been with girls myself, so I wasn’t sure about how exactly things worked between two guys… I printed off these diagrams to show him and did the whole banana-condom demo. There was lots of lube involved too. Ethan told me he never ate a banana again after that,” Devon said with a chuckle.

I couldn’t help but laugh myself.

“Ethan saw the way I was looking at you yesterday and figured something was up.” Devon pumped his hips up at that exact moment and added, “No pun intended.” My own dick responded in kind. My lust began building rapidly. I quickly typed out a message on Devon’s phone, then showed it to him. He began laughing and hit send. Then he was pulling me down for a kiss. I was dimly aware of his phone beeping several times after that, but I paid it no heed. After all, I was pretty sure my message had gotten the point across and Ethan’s responding texts were ones of shock, surprise, and hopefully happiness.

Ethan, Devon no longer needs “the talk.” He has turned out to be an excellent student. Sorry, gotta go. I have a “headache.” -Sebastian

Epilogue

Devon

One YearLater

“They’re goingto eat me for breakfast,” Sebastian muttered nervously as he rubbed his hands together.

“No they’re not. They’re going to love you.”

“You don’t get it, Devon. They’re the most honest of critics. If you get it wrong with them, you lose them forever.” As he spoke, Sebastian began doing some of the stretching moves that never failed to turn me on. Well,alsoturn me on. Hell, the man didn’t even need to be in the same room with me and I could be turned on. All it would take was the thought of him laughing or the memory of his cries of pleasure or…

“Mr. Rhodes, they’re ready for you now,” Helena called from the doorway.

“Okay, I’m coming,” Sebastian said.

He leaned in to give me a big hug, but I couldn’t help but grab him and lay one on him. He was trembling by the time I was done.

“Damn it, Devon,” he growled.

I laughed because I knew exactly what he was pissed about. The cup he wore to support his package beneath his loose-fitting workout pants would be feeling a lot less supportive and a lot more constrictive now, courtesy of me.

“Sorry, can’t help myself,” I said as I gave him a dutiful kiss on the cheek. “She called you Mr. Rhodes.”

“I’ve been Mr. Rhodes for six months now,” he reminded me.

“Tell you what, baby. You get through this and the first thing I’ll do when I get you home is get that too-small cup off just the way you like.”

Sebastian flushed, then shoved me hard. “Jerk,” he groaned. I laughed. Sebastian had had to spend a lot of money replacing his thongs in the past year because I had a habit of ripping them off him even when I didn’t need to. Not that Sebastian ever complained about it. In fact, he was usually the one demanding it.

He went to move past me, so I grabbed him by the arm one more time. But this time I limited myself to a quick hug. “You’re going to do great, Bastian. I love you.”

He let out a rough sigh. “I love you, Devon.”

I kissed him chastely on the temple, then followed him into the room. I leaned against the doorframe as I watched Sebastian approach the small crowd of children and their parents.

“Hi everyone, who wants to learn how to dance today?”