They were mid-fuck: a pretty, pink-cheeked man pressed up against the wall; a bigger, dark-haired man driving into him from behind.
The bottom noticed Jem first and screamed, “What the fuck?”
The top swore, jerked backward, and then tried to cover his dick with a washcloth.
Tean sidled into the shower and shut the door behind him, which was kind of impressive considering he also had a hand over his eyes.
“Hiya, boys,” Jem said.“Any chance either of you killed Gerald Fitzpatrick?”
16
In the wake of the question, the men stared at Jem.
“What?”the top said.
“What the fuck is going on?”the bottom said.He’d finally peeled himself away from the wall and stood with his arms folded, shoulders turned in.“This is a private shower, perverts.Get the fuck out!”
But the top said, “What’d you say about Gerald?”
“I asked if either of you killed him,” Jem said.“Or maybe you did it together.”
The bottom opened his mouth like he was about to shout at them again, but the words must have finally sunk in, because he shut it again and glanced at the top.They weren’t standing near each other.The top had jumped away when Jem had interrupted, and they hadn’t tried to move any closer to each other after.So, maybe not boyfriends.Or maybe notgoodboyfriends.
“He’s dead?”the top finally said.“What happened—”
“We didn’t kill him,” the bottom said.“We’ve been together the whole time.”
“Beck,” the top said in a dazed voice.
“What?We have.”
Jem did a finger gun at the bottom.“You are?”
“Fuck off,” the bottom said.
“That sounded like Beckett to me,” Jem said.“Did it sound like Beckett to you?”
Tean was peeking between his fingers.“Should we let them get dressed?”
“Nah, I don’t think so.That makes you Quinn, right?”
The top nodded.He still sounded like he was trying to catch up when he said, “I don’t understand.”
“There’s nothing to understand,” Beckett said.If anything, his cheeks were pinker.He was smaller than Quinn, blond and blue eyed, built like he wanted to be a twink for the rest of his life.He also didn’t seem to care about the fact that he was hanging wang in front of two strangers.“Let’s get out of here.”
“No,” Jem said.“I don’t think so.Not yet.”
“You can’t keep me here!”
Me, Jem noted.Notus.
“Here’s the deal,” Jem said.“Today’s a weird day.We’re snowed in.The staff is overworked and exhausted.And the lodge security has to deal with a murder.So, when I tell you that literally nobody is going to give a fuckwhatI do to you, I’m just being honest.Now, you can try to leave.And we’ll deal with that.And then we’ll have a conversation.Or we can, you know, skip the bad stuff and go straight to talking.”
Beckett glanced at Quinn.The bottom’s lips were parted, and his breaths sounded shrill.
Quinn’s dark hair was spiked up on the side, like maybe Beckett had grabbed it at some point.He was staring at the floor.A fan hummed in the ceiling.Finally, he mumbled, “Let’s hear what they have to say.”
Beckett let out a noise like this was unbelievable.
