Jake’s face went tight when too many expressions collided between disgust and laughter. “And thank you for making me nauseous.”
Allen’s laughter was pretty, and it filled Jake’s soul with light and goo all over again.
“You’re welcome, Mouse. It’s the least I could do after waking up and finding the mess you left for me.”
Ah, yes. The mess.
Jake had woken from a dream about Allen and decided to make it a reality. Allen really did love it when Jake fucked him while he was asleep, so it had been easy enough to pull his panties to the side and push inside him after a little prep.
And by request, Jake did the bare minimum of cleanup because Allen’s favourite part was waking up feeling used and seeing the sticky evidence between his thighs. Jake hadn’t known this kind of kink existed before he’d met Allen, but he was certainly enjoying the results.
It didn’t help that his dreams were on overdrive lately, harassing him with images of Riley and Kingston in their bed, or using them in the same way he used Allen.
“You look constipated.”
Jake smirked and loosened the death grip he had on the steering wheel. Allen’s comment had quickly doused the simmering heat that had been moving south, saving him from embarrassment.
“I was…thinking about them,” Jake admitted. “In the inappropriate way.”
Allen giggled and nudged him with his elbow. “Oh, I’ve been thinking about them, too. I jerked off in the shower thinking about you and Riley fucking me at the same time.”
Same time? Jake didn’t know which way Allen meant, and now he couldn’t ask because they were almost at the restaurant and he didn’t want to pop a boner before he made it to their private room.
“Now you look really constipated. Sorry, love.”
Jake grumbled his response and focused on parking the car, falling silent so Allen wouldn’t say anything else about sex.
Allen was still snickering when Jake shut the car off, but he held back any additional remarks even though he could have kept the teasing up longer. But Allen understood that when they weren’t at home, Jake was less tolerant in these situations, and that’s what made him the perfect boyfriend.
Jake offered his arm, and Allen took it, allowing him to lead the way into the restaurant. They were greeted at the door by staff who informed them that Riley and Kingston had arrived as they ushered them to Jake’s usual room and relieved them of their coats.
Riley looked up from his menu when Allen and Jake entered, but Kingston was too captivated by the food choices to offer more than a grunt in greeting. Jake had to do a double-take when he saw that the tworivalswere sitting together and not on opposite sides of the table, their arms touching because of how close they were.
“Oh my god,” Allen said, moving past Jake to sit in the spot opposite Kingston. “Who asked who first? I know you guys are perfect for each other, but I wasn’t expecting you to make things official so soon.”
Jake watched as Kingston turned to scowl at Riley, who was blushing from all the attention. “How did the pipsqueak know? Did you tell him?”
Riley sighed and dropped his head into his hands, groaning softly. “No, he just knows because his superpower is his nosiness.”
Jake hadn’t left the doorway, still caught somewhere between confusion and processing, his body lagging behind his thoughts.
Allen couldn’t speak around his laughter, so he gave up on words and lifted a hand, curling his fingers in a quiet summons. That was all it took for Jake to push off the door and cross the room, drawn in by the silent command. He slid into the seat beside his boyfriend without hesitation, claiming the space as his.
“What’s happening?” he asked.
Riley lifted the menu to hide his face from Jake’s view, and Allen wouldn’t stop laughing, so it was Kingston who answered him.
“Riley asked me to be his boyfriend, and I said yes.”
It made perfect sense—Jake just couldn’t figure out why it was funny. The two of them had chemistry too obvious to ignore, even for Jake. The outcome had always been inevitable in Jake’s eyes.
Dating a guy would be new for Riley, sure, but Jake knew he’d handle it just fine. Men and women were different in ways that mattered, and while Riley had been great with his past girlfriends, there was something about Kingston that fit him better. Something easier and more natural.
Jake felt a quiet swell of satisfaction at the realization. His stubborn friend had finally opened his eyes, and faster than Jake would’ve expected. More than that, he was proud of Riley forleaning into it, for recognizing this part of himself instead of shying away from it.
“I’m happy for you both,” Jake said, smiling as Riley’s blushing face came back into view from behind his menu. “I like Kingston. He’s sweet.”
“Huh?” Kingston smacked his hand on the table, rattling the drinks. “How do you find me sweet? I’m literally an asshole.”
