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I want you to enjoy being in love.

I can have friends and be in love.

Have fun at Rapture this weekend. I’ll see you and Andrew next week.

Toren typed out a message and deleted it, typed it out again, hit send.

Have you given any thought to meeting your brothers?

Donovan’s answer came quickly.

No.

CHAPTER 18

Andrew

They went up after work Friday, too late to get dinner with his brothers, but with plenty of time to catch them for drinks. The mission was two-fold, partly to introduce Toren to his brothers officially as his boyfriend and partly to make sure none of them were planning to venture to Rapture that weekend.

Once Andrew confirmed the coast was clear, he and Toren set off for the old church, pulling into the parking lot just before midnight. He turned off the car and dropped his head against the headrest, angling his face toward Toren, who was already looking at him with one brow raised. Toren had the passenger window cracked and the end of a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling and wafting out the window into the night air. Andrew tried to ignore the bolt of arousal that struck him, but Toren saw right through him.

“Tell me,” Toren said. “You’re thinking something disgusting. I know it.”

“How do you even know that?”

“Your brows knit together and your cheeks turn pink. It’s different from your normal kind of embarrassment.”

Andrew did not want to tell the truth, but he also refused to keep a secret from Toren after the first one. “I was thinking about you sucking me off while you smoke.”

“Not sure I can do both at the same time.”

“Not literally at the same time.” Andrew glanced again at the wisps of smoke being carried into the sky.

“Oh.” Toren hummed. “You’re thinking about me blowing smoke on your cock and then sucking it. Thinking about me having it in my mouth when you come.”

None of it was a question and Andrew wasn’t sure he liked being seen so clearly.

“Maybe later,” he grumbled.

“Not here, then?”

They hadn’t talked about their limits for the night, which was what Andrew had wanted to do before he found himself distracted by Toren and his damn smoking.

“Would you do that here?” he asked.

Toren exhaled a long breath, bouncing his head side to side in thought. “Maybe not here, but only because I can’t smoke inside, and I don’t think I want to get on my knees on that concrete patio again.”

“It’s concrete at home.”

“We have pillows at home,” Toren said.

They did have pillows at home, and Andrew smiled at how quickly they’d both fallen into cohabitation and domestication. Sure, his house was a little more cramped, but it felt more like home than it had before Toren moved in. What Andrew loved the most was when Toren called it theirs, not his.

“So no outside fooling around,” Andrew said.

Toren reared back. “I said I didn’t want to kneel on concrete. I didn’t say anything about not fooling around on the patio.”

Andrew’s cock pulsed and he made a mental note about it.