“Right, go have fun, tell them I say hello and I should hopefully be home around 8 tomorrow morning. Keep that sweet peach of mine nice and ready for me because I’m not sure how much restraint I’ll have once I see you in our bed.”
Jamie’s eyes flutter closed as his cheeks tint pink. He hums as he opens them with a smile. We shared love you’s and goodbyes before hanging up. I stretch out on the large bed in the cozy hotel suite I have for the night, order in their pizza special to the room and do as my boy told me and get to work.
***
It’s 7:58 a.m. when I unlock the door and step inside my home.
Jamie was told to be naked with his peach ready for me, so when I hear the coffee maker going, it confuses me for a second.
Abandoning my briefcase and coat along with my shoes at the front door, I make my way to the kitchen hoping to see Christian instead, but as I round the door, it seems to be neither of the curly-haired brothers.
A very naked, olive-skinned man stands drinking coffee from my favourite orange mug.
“What the hell are you doing naked in my house?” I demand, an incredulous look on my face, as he takes another long sip of my expensive Italian coffee before answering.
“Do you know you’re out of cream cheese?”
“I don’t buy it. I’ll ask again. Why are you in my house, naked I may add, Frankie?”
Jamie’s colleague shows me his bright white teeth in a smile before draining his coffee and taking himself over to the dishwasher to plop it inside. Shrugging, he just replies, “I didn’t think you bothered with the nakedness? You’re gay too.” A hand waves over me as if my aura is rainbow-coloured and on show.
“What has that go to do with me coming home and finding you naked in my kitchen, drinking my coffee, and still not covering up or offering an explanation?” I ask him as I head over and pull out more coffee for myself.
Frankie just yawns unfazed and points to his feet, which have on a pair of socks with a hole in one toe. I don’t entertain it and glare at him as I wait for a proper response.
“I came home with Christian; he’s sleeping. I wanted coffee. It was a late night, if you catch my drift,” he lets me know as he pumps his eyebrows.
“I, what? Christians not gay. What — ” Footsteps cut off my ramblings. Thank fuck, Jamie can make sense of this and get his dancing workmate to get dressed and piss off.
“Oh, now it’s a party. Didn’t know you had a naked house boy as well as Jamie, Sir.”
Oh, fuck my life.
“Freddie, shut up. Frankie, get dressed and get out of my house, but do the decent thing and see Christian before you do. And I am going to bed to find my boyfriend,” I declare as I pour a second mug of coffee and push past the two men who have ruined my morning. The faint sound of their laughter making me more agitated as I made my way upstairs.
“Jamie?” I enquire as I open the door to our room. The room feels warm and stuffy. My lover’s scent filling the room, and he is sprawled over the bed on both sides. The drool on my pillow indicating that he missed me, so he slept on my side of the bed.
“Honey, wake up. We need to talk,” I state as I place the coffees down on the side cabinet and rub his back in circles to wake him.
“Shit. What did Freddie do?” Jamie slurs, still in the early period of waking up.
“Nothing blondie. For once, it’s not him, it’s your brother.” I kiss him softly, petting his curls. With that admission, Jamie bolts upright.
“What? Is he okay? Did he say something?”
“Well no. In fact, I haven’t even seen him since coming home. Not to alarm you, but Frankie is here. And, well, he’s naked. And in the kitchen. He also drank from my favourite mug,” I grumble, agitated about the coffee more than my worry about how Jamie’s day was about to go.
“Uh, what? Why is Frankie here? Why is he naked?” Jamie gets dressed, and I almost regret not fucking him into the mattress first.
“FRANKIE?” Jamie hollers, and with that, drama follows.
Chapter 45
Jamie
I make my way to the kitchen, fully aware that there is still drool on my chin and lines on my face from having just woken up. But I needed to know what the hell Arnie is talking about.
Frankie stands completely naked in my kitchen, having a surreal conversation with Freddie, who is dressed and eating cereal at the island.
