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“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is we never crossed swords.”
I batted my eyelashes at them, trying to not break out laughing. It wasn’t easy.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh we’re sure,” Axel chimed in. “Last night was many, many things. But there wasn’t any sword-crossing.”
“That’s right,” Tyler agreed. “Crossed swords leads to friendly fire.”
Though I’d never heard the term in relation to sex, an image came to mind immediately. I giggled.
“Friendly fire,” I repeated.
“Yes,” Tyler agreed. “We don’t cross swords.”
Picking a fresh toothpick from my apron pocket, I sliced a line through the foam that connected the two beautiful yet obscene shafts that graced the surface of Tyler’s coffee.
“There. Is that better?”
Tyler couldn’t hold it together. He broke out laughing. “Not really. Now it looks like my dick is broken.”
“And do you know that’s your dick?” I asked matter-of-factly. I nodded to Axel. “It could be his dick.”
Axel squinted down. “Mine’s not that straight.”
“Or it could be Zane’s,” I said, letting my voice go low and sultry. “I mean, this doesn’t have to be a scene from last night. It could be from the night before. Or last week, when you boys decided to see which of you could make me—”
The door to the shop opened just then, the ringing bells heralding the end to our fun but filthy little conversation. Tyler and Axel stepped to the side as two new customers placed orders, followed by a third and fourth just afterward. The boys eventually sat down as the place got busy, and for the next twenty minutes I could only watch as my two hot boyfriends enjoyed their coffee, talking in low tones and smiling from time to time.
They’re all mine, I thought proudly to myself. Both of them.
It still didn’t seem real. There were times when I’d wake up wondering if my new life were just a dream. If so, I was going to be cataclysmically fucking disappointed when I finally woke up.
“Hey…”
Eventually I’d cleared the line just long enough for them to step back up to the counter, but I could already see new customers approaching from the street outside. They were blowing into their hands. It looked cold as hell out there.
“We should probably let you get back to work,” nodded Tyler. He slid me his mug, which was now empty except for some milk foam clinging to the sides. “Thanks for the dicks though.”
“They were good, right?”
“Delicious. Best I ever had.”
The door’s bells rang again. I wiped my hands on my apron.
“So what’s on the agenda this week?” I asked quickly.
“Well, we have a practice tonight, a game tomorrow. On Friday, Zane’s got that thing again.”
“That thing again…”
“Yeah.”
I squinted a bit skeptically. “I haven’t asked him outright,” I told them, “but whatever it is he’s been kinda secretive about it, don’t you think?”
Axel shrugged. “He does shit like this. We stopped asking long ago.”
