Seeing Shawn, he stopped and stared.
Shawn stared back. The man was tall and pretty handsome, clearly of Hispanic descent.
“Who is that?” the guy asked.
“It’s my cousin, Shawn,” Sage said, rather defensively. “Shawn, this is Xavier.”
Shawn waited for an explanation, but there was none.
But when Xavier walked over, tipped Sage’s head up and kissed him, no explanations were needed anymore.
The kiss went on and on, and Shawn could only stare. He’d been pretty sure Sage was completely straight.
Well, apparently not.
His cousin actually moaned, and Shawn looked away, beyond uncomfortable. He stood up and cleared his throat. “Um, I’d better go.” He chuckled. “You’re clearly fine.”
Behind him, the kissing stopped.
“Look,” Sage said, sounding embarrassed. “I—”
“You don’t have to explain anything,” Shawn said quickly and headed to the door. “I’ll go.”
“Wait,” Sage said. “It’s dark already. It’s not safe to walk alone around here. Xavier will drive you home.”
“I will?” Xavier murmured.
“No, it really isn’t necessary—”
“He will,” Sage said.
“I guess I will,” Xavier said. He gave Sage a short, hard kiss. “You’d better be naked and ready when I’m back, Blue Eyes.”
Flushing, Sage pushed Xavier to the door. “I’ll come over next week,” he told Shawn. “I haven’t seen the girls in ages.”
Shawn nodded and put on his jacket.
Xavier moved past him. “Let’s go. What was your name again?”
“Shawn,” he said, not sure how to talk to the guy.
“Where do you live?”
Shawn told him, and Xavier led him to a very old, rusty Ford Pinto. Shawn looked at it warily. “Are you sure this thing is safe?”
“No,” the guy said, getting in the driver’s seat.
“That’s… not very reassuring.”
“Did you want me to lie?” Xavier said with a hint of impatience, clearly eager to get it over with and go back to his cousin.
Shawn got in the car, and they took off.
“There’s no seatbelt,” Shawn muttered. “Why am I not surprised?”
Xavier didn’t deign to reply.
“So,” Shawn said after a while. “Are you my cousin’s boyfriend or something?”
