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Toren lay down on the floor and spread himself out like a starfish, closing his eyes and trying to picture his brother’s face. They’d had a whole life together, but as the days went on, it was harder—sometimes—to recall the memory of him. Tears prickled the backs of Toren’s eyelids, and he didn’t fight them. Trying to pretend he didn’t want to be sad about his brother never helped him be less sad. He hoped Riggs had learned the same lesson. He hoped Smith was patient when Riggs had those kinds of days.

“You would love him,” Toren whispered.

He lost track of how long he lay on the floor, half in the kitchen and half out, but the vibration of his phone from the other room pulled him out of the pause and back into the day. Toren rolled onto all fours, then pushed to his feet, ignoring the way his hip popped.

When he made it back into the art room, he found a text from Andrew.

Andrew

I kissed him with your cum on my tongue.

Heat flared between Toren’s legs.

Your cum is still inside of me.

Can I give you some more later?

You better.

Can I take you to LA this weekend?

Will you suck my cock where people can see?

This was the thing they’d been flirting with since the first trip to the club. This idea of public sex and exhibitionism. Toren knew Rapture was a safe place to explore those kinds of special interests, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to bring their intimacy out of the shadows yet.

Or I can suck you in the bathroom.

I can rub on you while you smoke outside, drive myself mad with want.

You do that anyway.

Let’s just go to LA. Whatever happens, happens.

I can do that. Now go back to work.

The only problem with going to Rapture was Donovan had been spending nearly every weekend there with his new friends. And while Donovan would never be one to begrudge the things that got another person off, Toren wasn’t sure he wanted to fuck in front of his best friend. He actually was one hundred percent sure he didn’t want to, but Rapture was big enough there could be room for them both.

He fired off a text to check.

Are you in LA this coming weekend?

Donovan

Wasn’t planning on it.

Why. Are you???

Andrew wanted to go.

Do we need a custody arrangement for the BDSM club?

No, it’s not like that.

I’m teasing. But no, I wasn’t going up this weekend. At least, not planning it atm.

Would you rather I stay? We can hang out.

Love that, but no.