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“Yeah,” Tyler said, noticing Finn had said a guy. Not Dominic. A guy.
Finn sighed and sat back against the couch. “He likes you,” he said. “Holden.”
“I like him too,” Tyler said. “But he threw me out last night.”
“He did?”
“Yeah. Says we should stop.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“I don’t know. I think I’m just a cock to service him when he needs it. Which is often.”
Finn regarded him. “That’s not the impression I got from him.”
“It isn’t?”
“No. He likes you. He’s afraid of the obstacles there might be between you, but he likes you. He didn’t talk about you like you were just a cock to get him off. He’s not disrespectful.”
Tyler lowered his gaze.
“Now I know who plays pitcher and who plays catcher.”
Tyler whipped his head up to catch Finn smirking. He smiled reluctantly. A knock came at the door and his smile dissolved to a frown. More visitors than he’d ever had before. It had to be Holden this time.
“Be right back,” he told Finn, placing his cup on the side table before he stood. Sure enough, it was Holden at the door. He looked even paler and more anxious than Finn had looked and Tyler wondered if it was because he was regretting throwing him out the previous night or if something more was at play. “Hey,” he said, noticing the white shirt and jeans Holden wore and the few inches of smooth chest he could see. With difficulty, he forced himself not to look for that dark brush of nipples against the material again. He remembered mouthing those nipples the previous day with Holden astride his lap while Tyler fingered him. How they felt, small and bullet-hard under his lips, wet with saliva. The way Holden shuddered when Tyler licked them.
“It’s Finn,” Holden said without preamble. “I found…”
Tyler put his finger to his lips, effectively cutting him off. He jerked his head back towards the living room.
Holden’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to speak and closed it again.
“You found what?” Finn asked behind Tyler.
Tyler groaned inwardly. He suspected shit was about to get very heavy and wasn’t sure he could deal with it that morning. There was a lot to be said for sitting at your table sorting through stamps and ignoring the world around you. “Come in,” he told Holden.
“What did you find?” Finn repeated.
“Let’s sit down,” Tyler said, closing the door with a sickening feeling.
The two men were sat opposite each other when he went into the living room. He took a seat next to Holden and looked at his hands clenched on his knees. He suspected whatever it was, it wasn’t something to be shared with Finn.
Finn’s eyes were boring holes in Holden. By his side, Holden seemed to shrink in on himself. Tyler felt sorry for him. “It’s just… a newspaper article about the shooting,” he said. He was a shit liar and Tyler braced himself waiting.
“Try again.” Finn’s voice was cold and hard. “You found what about me?”
Tyler watched Holden. He bit his lip and worked his mouth. Those hands of his compulsively clenched his knees. He wanted to take one of them and squeeze it with reassurance. Instead he said, “Just calm down, Finn.”
Holden looked at him then and Tyler tried to project some reassurance.
“I can’t calm down,” Finn said with his face reddening. He clutched his head in his hands. “Oh God, you’ve seen me on the internet, haven’t you?”
One glance at Holden’s face showed Tyler that Finn had hit the jackpot.
“Finn,” both Tyler and Holden said at the same time and in almost exactly the same tone—sorrow, comfort and horror.
Finn leapt to his feet. “You’ve seen the video of me getting fucked, haven’t you?”
