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Will clearly needed sleep since he hadn’t made that connection until Jericho had pointed it out. In his defence, he was still thinking about pancakes. And whether therewereingredients in the house to make some. And if there were any suitable toppings. They needed to go shopping if they were going to stay here a lot. Will needed more sustenance than this. “Cannibalism isn’t really my thing,” he said.
“I’d only take a nibble.”
Jesus. Will stepped closer. “Where?” he asked curiously before he could stop the words. Were they allowed to do this? They’d said “one time,” and that time was over. Did this constitute as a second time? Was it an “only if you touch” thing?
They hadn’t clearly outlined any rules. Or talked about it. Peyton had seemed… lost afterward, so they’d gotten him settled into bed, curled around him, and gone to sleep. Probably something they needed to talk about at some point.
Only one time seemed somehow wrong.
Jericho tilted his head, his eyes narrowing a fraction. “Where?” he repeated. The corner of his mouth lifted, and Will was drawn to it. “Where would I nibble, you mean?” He ghosted his knuckles down Will’s chest. “Are you asking for a presentation or a demonstration?”
Will had no fucking idea. It only occurred to him then that he was wearing a tiny pair of briefs and hadn’t put anything else on before venturing out. It was so warm that he hadn’t thought about it. Not that Jericho hadn’t already seen him naked. Ortouchedhim while he was naked.
“What… what would a demonstration entail?” Will asked, swallowing. Surely, just asking was okay. They were just having a conversation.
The lazy arrogance of Jericho’s smile shouldn’t have been attractive. Smug was hardly an attractive trait. Will’s stomach still flipped, not having gotten the memo.
“Well, first,” Jericho whispered, moving close enough that his breath sent goosebumps racing across Will’s skin. “I’d take a little taste of your cheek. You have very nice cheeks.”
“I have nice… cheeks?”
“Mmm.” Jericho circled Will slowly, and the heat of him invaded Will’s senses, making it hard to think. “I’d feel the stubble on my tongue and imagine what it would feel like on the inside of my thighs.”Fuck. “Then I’d move down your chest. Another fine feature. All of your features are…” He moaned, sounding like he was in the midst of really good sex. Will exhaled on a shaky breath. “You are a work of art, William. They’re lucky men, and I’m envious.”
“Of… of them?” Will asked. That had never—that didn’t make any sense. They were all stunning, and he was just Will. Too tall for the rides, too gangly. All legs and arms that he hadn’t grown into until too late to make a difference. Sebastian was lean and toned in all the right places, filling out a suit like he’d been born into it. Peyton was a tightly coiled weapon, his athleticism a majestical sight to behold. Quinn was strong and muscular and had a warm energy that drew people to him.
“Of all of you. You’re all exquisite. You think I give compliments to just anyone?”
“How would I know?” It did sound like he gave them out pretty freely. He certainly had from the moment he’d brought Quinn home.
Jericho chuckled. “I’m a believer in giving someone their due. And letting them know all about their fine qualities. I don’t give freely or without care. When I tell you that I want to lick you from head to toe and get on my knees and worship you”—the barest hint of the tips of his fingers trailed across Will’s back, and he let out a whimper, his limbs turning to jelly; Jericho pressed his lips to Will’s ear, giving it a small lick—“I mean it.”
“I… um.” What were they talking about?
“It’s a shame that we only had one chance together,” Jericho said. “There were too many things that I wanted to do and not enough hands with which to do them.”
“What did—would—do?” What were words? He couldn’t string them together to form a coherent sentence. He hoped that Jericho could interpret.
“For starters, I would want to kiss you again.”
Could they? Will didn’t know. Hewantedto. Fuck, he wanted to. Quinn was the only one that hadn’t kissed Jericho, and Will didn’t know if that was deliberate or not.
“Do you want to watch somePhineas and Ferb?” Will blurted out, panicking.
His face burned. He sounded like an idiot. He’d needed to change the subject before he did what they both wanted and just went for it, and that was the first thing that had come out.
Jericho watched him for so long that Will self-consciously touched his face with the tips of his fingers, wondering if he had some food on it or something. Some cum? No, none had gotten on his face.Andthey’d showered. Still, now he was wondering, regardless of how implausible it was. He could have missed a spot.
“The children’s show?” Jericho asked.
“Seb said he had some DVDs here.” He hoped Sebastian hadn’t been blowing smoke out his ass. Will doubted it. He didn’t seem the type for false bluster. He used his words as a weapon, and the only way they could be sharp enough to cut with was if he could back them up. Showing your ass wasn’t a power move for a reason.
Jericho gestured towards the TV cabinet. “Why not?”
Will sat cross-legged in front of the cabinet and checked through them. The DVDs were all haphazardly thrown together in one of the sections. There weren’t many, and there didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to them. Not in the way they were sorted or the content of them.
Ben 10,Phineas and Ferb,My Little Pony, theDexterbox set, a documentary about monkeys.
Will shuffled them around, checking out the rest.
