“Why are you punishing me?!” Mark growls.
Noah takes a loud sip of his drink. “It has to be something we all want. Not whatever kinks you have rolling around in your brain, Puck Daddy.”
“Well, how about the winner gets to choose what their prize is. Nothing crazy.” Hunter suggests.
“A prize they can cash in at any time,” Bowen adds. “That sounds good.”
“I like that,” Mark agrees.
“You know that thing I’ve been wanting to try?” Noah grins at Jamie. “That’s going to be my prize.” He beams. “With the straps and the soft pink—”
“I got it, Noah.” Jamie just shakes his head, sipping his water while pink blooms on his face. I see interest there and it makes me laugh. “Mine will be no visitors for a month straight.”
“Mine will be Mark and I can skip two game nights.”
"Oh good one babe." Mark grins at Noah. “Mine will be Noah has to be my butler for a month.”
“I’m not touching your dirty laundry.” Noah folds his arms with a glare.
“You're not going anywhere near our washing machine. Don’t you worry about that.” Hunter shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink. “What about you two?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Bo says.
“Me either.” I can’t think of anything right now. My brain is still trying to make sense of everything.
“You can think on it, no rush. Anyway. Let’s go. Birthday boy first,” Noah says excitedly.
Hunter reaches into the tiny basket. Noah stretches his hands out cracking his knuckles. “I am ready to win. Eyes on the prize. There isn’t anything that’s going to keep me from—"
"Kiss the person you’ve known the longest.” Hunter shakes his head.
Noah recoils. “Ew!”
“Noah, you made these! Who else would we be playing with?” Jamie rolls his eyes.
“I made these drunk! Don’t shame me.”
“So drunk you wants to kiss Mark?” Hunter nods. “Good to know. Come on, Jamie, give me a kiss.”
“Fuck off.” Jamie slaps his hand away as Hunter reaches for him.
“Come on! I am winning that prize.” Hunter leans over as Jamie leans back, and he swipes at him, trying to grab the back of his neck and pull him toward his mouth.
I look at Bo, but he’s not making a move.
Noah whines as Mark braces his hands on the table, leaning over it and puckering his lips.
“Come on. Give me a kiss. For old times’ sake.” Mark winks at him.
“I hate you.”
“Apparently not, since you want to kiss me so bad. Missing the good old days?”
“Oh, you mean the days when I fake orgasmed every time we’d hook up?” Mark grabs the back of Noah’s head pulling him close, while Noah struggles to push him away.
“Your orgasms were real and you know it!”
“Barely! Hey!” Mark smacks him on the lips then sits down, shaking his head. “Baby, I feel violated. Hold me.”
