Ezra snorted. “Excuses,” he said. “You know you’ll have to make up for this now, right?”
“Counting on it.” Mike swooped in, reaching out to thread his fingers through Ezra’s hair as he kissed him, hard and eager, wanting him to know that he was the person Mike wanted most in the world. Always.
He moaned happily as Ezra kissed back, parting his lips to give Ezra’s tongue access, sighing happily at the brush of the tip over his palate, the way Ezra’s fingers were digging into his sweater. Kissing Ezra was his favorite thing to do now.
“Oh for the love of—” Finn said from where he’d just turned the corner, making both Mike and Ezra turn to look at him.
Mike chuckled nervously, cheeks burning, but Ezra burst into laughter.
“See this?” Ezra said. “This is payback. You deserve this.”
Finn rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You don’t forget a damned thing, do you?”
“I caught him making out with Nolantwicewhen that was a new thing,” Ezra explained. “So he doesn’t get to complain about this.”
Mike smiled at the thought. He liked Nolan, and he and Finn were adorable together.
“Yeah, well… I’d rather do this without an audience, if it’s all the same,” Mike said.
“Home?” Ezra suggested, reaching out to grab Mike’s hand.
“Home.”
