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What the fuck?
What was I supposed to say?
Somehow the only thing that came to mind was one of Brady’s lectures about Santa sending the best presents to good littles, and I couldn’t help wondering if Santa was just late on his special present to me and Cash.
“If you’re going to date us both it seems fair?”
What the fuck?
Why had I said that?
Brady’s questionable logic was contagious somehow, but Downstairs Guy’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that’s definitely something I’ll remember about you, cutie. Fair. Got it.”
Downstairs Guy slowly rose, bent over so he could lean over the arm of the couch as he carefully inched toward Cash. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know he was giving Cash time to tell him to back the fuck off, but Cash didn’t.
Cash didn’t do much of anything, really, but he watched Downstairs Guy as he got closer and let the confusing guy brush his lips against his cheek. “Real and fair.”
We had the weirdest neighbors.
But at least he wasn’t into collecting bugs…and he smiled?
“Fair.” Cash’s mumbled response confused the fuck out of me, but it made Downstairs Guy smile again.
“That’s right.” As he carefully sat back down, somehow feeling closer to me than he had before he moved, he glanced between us. “We’re going to keep things fair and work on good communication skills.”
Oh, that sounded terrible…well, the communication skills part, at least.
“I’m not going to write letters about my feelings.” Brady’s mother had some great ideas and some frustrating ones…and her insistence on us writing letters when we hurt each other’s feelings was a terrible one.
Cash shook his head. “Me neither.”
Downstairs Guy’s lips quirked but he managed not to smile. “Deal. We’ll talk things out so I can reward good boys.”
Rewards?
Ignoring the rest seemed like the best idea, or at the very least the less stressful. “Like Brady gets rewards when he cleans up his toys?”
Downstairs Guy finally smiled again and it looked like he thought we were cute, not actually funny. “I’m thinking something on the more grown-up end of the reward scale, like kisses or special dates or orgasms.”
He said it like it was so…
“But we’re fair, right?” Cash’s question made it sound like Downstairs Guy had broken his brain.
He should’ve been arguing about this.
At least, I thought he should have.
One of us definitely should have been arguing about it.
“Yes.” Downstairs Guy looked very pleased about something, but this time his smile seemed…wicked. “We’re going to keep things fair but that doesn’t mean identical. You might like a reward that Gareth doesn’t. But you’ll both get rewards you enjoy when you’re good boys for me.”
What was he thinking that made him look at us like that?
Had we done something to already earn a reward?
How was that going to work?
How would I know when I’d been good?
