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Dean just shrugs. “You get used to it, I guess. Or at least, I’m slowly getting used to it. I guess that’s the price we pay for wanting to sleep next to each other.”

“The idea of you having your own bed is sounding better and better,” Kassian says but by the grin on his face, he’s clearly joking.

It’s blowing my mind how much a difference a day can make. Yesterday, Kassian and I did this same exact thing. We came to this cafe, we helped people discover their abilities, we chatted with Finn and Mars. The entire time, there was this cloud of sadness tinging the air. There was something missing and no matter how smooth things were going, there was still this pit of gray clouding our vision.

Today, everything feels bright and new and clear. Dean is in the cafe, typing away on his laptop. He’s not even in the same room as us, but Kassian and I are happy. Everything feels right in the world. Everything feels like it’s the way it’s supposed to be.

I’m so glad this hotel has a decent gym set up. Sometimes, they claim to have a gym but it’s just a single treadmill and some dumbbells. This one has some nice equipment, some weight lifting machines and multiple cardio machines. I’m just finishing my last few reps when my phone dings with a message.

I finish up, sliding the weights back onto the rack before looking at my phone. There’s a message from Kassian, asking how much longer I’m going to be. I tell him I’m just finishing up. My phone pings again, this time reminding me that it’s my T shot day.

My stomach swoops as I reread the message. There’s something so intimate about Sundays. It’s the day that Kassian gives me my shot. His hands on my skin. His soft praise in my ear.

Will things feel different now that we’ve confessed our feelings for each other? Will things escalate in the way I’ve always dreamed for them? Will he kiss my shot location when he’s done?

Normally, I would head up to the room, let him give me my shot, and then jump in the shower so I could quickly jerk off. This time, I shower down in the gym area, wanting to be squeaky clean. I don’t anticipate anything happening but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be prepared. Just in case.

A man can have sexy hopes and dreams!

I make my way back up to our room, my body warm all over with anticipation. My stomach is tying itself into knots, but not the bad kind. No, it’s the kind that makes me wanna squeeze my thighs together, the kind that’s making my dick throb inside my boxers.

“I’m back!” I call out. I walk into the room, looking around, unable to see either of my partners. Boyfriends? No, I think I like partners better. My partners are nowhere to be found until I hear a giggle come from the bathroom.

“We’re in here,” Kassian says, opening the door and allowing me inside.

Dean is sitting up on the counter as Kassian does his makeup. He leans against the counter beside Dean’s hip, bringing his face close to the mirror as he applies some eyeliner. I stop in the door way, watching him work.

I’ve always found Kassian beautiful. When I was younger, I didn’t want anything to do with femininity. I shunned it because of the way it made me feel wrong in my skin. Kassian is the opposite. He’s embraced it in a way that’s his. He doesn’t shy away from pretty things, I admire that about him.

“How was your workout?”

“Really good,” I say, rolling up my sleeve and flexing my arm, showing off my muscles. Kassian whistles and even Dean watches me with a sparkle in his blue eyes. “They had proper weights and everything. It was awesome.”

“I’m glad. I know how much you miss it when you can’t work out.”

I walk into the bathroom properly and Dean taps me with his leg. When I’m close enough, he drags me closer, putting a hand around my bicep. He squeezes, feeling my muscles for myself.

“That’s impressive,” he says but there’s something in the tone of his voice that makes me pause. Something unsure yet undeniably sexy.

“Putting these T shots to work,” I say with a grin.

“Right! T shot time!” Kassian says, pulling away from the mirror and tossing his makeup on the counter. He runs back into the main room, rummaging through his bags.

I watch Kassian go with fondness warming my chest. When I look back up at Dean, he’s watching me. He lifts a hand, gently carding it through my hair and making me shiver.

All of our touches are still so tentative, so unsure. We’re still trying to gauge each other, figure out what we like and what we’re allowed to do.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Kassian says, coming back into the bathroom. “I was telling Dean about our T shot routine. I kinda implied it was, you know, our thing, but if you’re okay with it, I thought it would be alright if he stayed in here and watched. It might be good for him to know in case I’m not around for some reason.”

Dean’s eyes never leave my face. I swallow thickly. “Yeah,” I say softly. “I don't mind.”

“Thank you for including me,” Dean says.

Kassian pushes me forward until I’m slotted between Dean’s thighs. He’s bracketing me in, his hands going to my back and holding me tight. My pelvis is pressed against his where he’s sitting against the counter and I have to bite my bottom lip to keep myself from groaning.

“You two look so cozy like that,” Kassian says and I finally look away from Dean. Kassian is grinning as he works, pulling out an alcohol pad and the other supplies he needs to give me my shot.

“I feel real cozy,” I confess, leaning even harder against Dean. I swear I can feel his dick twitch against me. Both of our faces are red. My skin feels like there are little sparks dancing around it, goosebumps raising. “I’m right where I want to be.”