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“Need to get them. Hide them.”

“Hide them from who?” I ask, and Ben shrugs.

“From you. It’s a surprise.”

I chuckle at that as I pull him from the shower and we dry him off. Then we dress and walk to the bed, climbing under the covers, Ben sprawled out between us.

“When I sober up, your dicks better be in me,” he says and then waggles a finger at me.

“Both of yours. I won’t stand for this… sexual manipulation.”

“We aren’t talking about this while you’re drunk,” Cash says, and I see Ben open his mouth to shoot a retort, but I distract him instead. Two of my fingers slide into his mouth and he sucks on them, his eyes shutting in bliss.

He’s probably imagining that this is a dick, my dick. Or Cash’s.

Either way, it’s made him happy.

I glance over at Cash and see his heated expression. He wants more and so do I. The past four days were torture, and the shower didn’t help.

Our dicks are both hard and straining against our sweatpants, but neither of us are going to do anything about it until he wakes up sober.

And even then, he may not feel like it. He’ll probably have a massive hangover.

Fucking Anthony.

“We need to have a serious talk about going to that man’s house,” Cash whispers, and I nod.

I couldn’t lose Ben.

Couldn’t lose Cash either.

The thought of anything happening to either of them makes my stomach churn. I’ve known Cash for ages but Ben has inserted himself into our lives seamlessly.

I’m already planning for the future.

It’s silly, but my mind still goes there. Of weddings, and rings, and kids.

Fuck, I know I’m older, but I’ve always wanted kids. I think maybe I always wanted them with Cash, but now that Ben is here, I can’t imagine raising them without the two of them by my side.

“Think Ben wants kids?” I blurt when I hear his soft snores.

Cash eyes me and then props his head up with his hand, his fingers sliding across Ben’s stomach.

“He’s young.”

I nod and then eye my best friend, my lover. “Do you want kids?”

“Yeah. I do.”

The finality of it, the assuredness.

“So do I,” I whisper, looking down at the guy who’s brought us all together. The lynchpin between the two of us.

“We have to tell Dean.”

Ben seems to hear us even in his sleep because he whimpers. I slide closer to him and rest my hand against Ben’s ass, a nice touch that nestles my hand right next to Cash’s cock too.

Win. Win.

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