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Grayson made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, the apples of his cheeks flushing a bright red. “He’s a fun one.”
When we got outside, I found Owen, Flynn, and Dalton all out of the car. Owen had the passenger door open and he leaned against the roof while Dalton and Flynn had come around to stand facing him, still talking. I wondered if they would ever shut up again. I’d known Flynn since college and I didn’t think I’d ever seen him as excitable as he’d been since meeting Owen.
“Were you trying to cook us?” Dalton asked, a teasing hint of accusation in his tone. “You didn’t even crack the windows.”
I felt my pocket and found my keys tucked safely against my thigh. I hadn’t even realized that I’d turned the car off.
“Force of habit,” I said, pulling them out. “Owen, this is my friend Rob and his boyfriend Grayson.”
“Nice to meet you both,” Owen said, his earlier shyness over Flynn and Dalton long gone. He looked and sounded like he was ready to further embed himself in the foundation of my life.
“Nice to meet you, Owen, but Archie, are we not friends of our own accord?” Grayson scrunched his nose. “I think I’m hurt.”
“Rob will hurt you plenty later,” I countered. “Don’t worry.”
The flush on his cheeks darkened, and his earlier warning rang loud in my ears. Turning to face Owen over the roof of my car, I lowered my voice. “Are you ready?”
Owen licked his lips and answered with a slow nod.
“Flynn, take Dalton and go with Rob,” I said, not tearing my stare away from Owen.
“We like you more.” Flynn pouted.
“Grayson will put you both in the trunk.” I pressed the lock button on my key fob, ensuring the two of them wouldn’t be able to get back inside. Owen scratched the side of his nose and lowered himself back down into the car and closed the door behind him.
“You’re no fun, Archie,” Dalton said, kicking a loose pile of gravel toward my tire.
“You’re an infant.”
I climbed into the driver’s seat and closed the door. After shoving the key into the ignition, I turned to Owen. “Undo your pants and take out your cock.”
“What?”
I slapped my hand against the back of his headrest and looked over my shoulder while I backed out of the driveway.
“I said take out your cock.”
“Arch.” Owen looked out the window. “Anyone in a car that isn’t two inches off the ground is going to see.”
“When I ran into you at Rapture, you were getting your dick sucked with the door open. I said take out your cock, Owen.”
He grumbled, but unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. He was soft, and I managed a look down at his dick resting against his thigh before I turned left and headed toward the freeway.
“What now, Archie?” he asked, voice rough and low.
The transmission shifted, kicking the engine into gear, almost drowning out the quiet desperation in Owen’s voice.
“Just listen,” I said, flipping on my turn signal and moving toward the on-ramp.
He dragged his palm down the length of his cock and I made a quiet tutting sound with my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “You don’t listen with your hands, Owen.”
He grunted, then dropped his hands to his thighs.
“When we get to Rapture, we’re all going to get drinks and go upstairs,” I told him, hitting the gas as I crested the ramp onto the freeway. It was a Friday night and I only had about three hundred feet before I hit traffic, but the speed gave me enough exhilaration to keep talking. “I need to know how much you’re willing to play.”
“In what way?”
“Any. Every.”
