Page 112 of Felix

I huff a laugh as Emil nudges his glasses up his nose. “Thanks,” he mumbles.

Marco heads off, joining the others, and I give Emil’s shoulder a bump with my own. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Please,” he whispers, practically falling against my chest. He tucks his face away, voice muffled. “Let’s go home and just hide away for a couple years, okay? If Alex calls, don’t answer. He’ll never let us live this down.”

I snort. “I dunno. I kind of liked it, Specs. Telling everyone I love my cute-as-heck boyfriend on a live stream? I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah?” he asks, lifting his head.

“Mhm. Maybe next time, I can fuck him, too.”

Emil’s breath catches.

“Because I know how much he loves being railedwhile everyone watches,” I say quietly, brushing his hair off his forehead. “Loves being on display, dick hard and chest flushed with arousal. Loves squirming and begging and showing off how gorgeous he is. How honest. How real and utterly captivating. And I love it, too.”

“Shit, Christian,” he mutters, shaking his head. But his eyes are soft, like maybe those words were exactly what he needed to hear. “Take me home.”

“Yeah, Specs. Let’s go.”

“Do you think they’re talking to one another?” I ask Emil as we lie on my bed, the pet cam open on his phone.

We started out at his apartment after coming home from the studio, but after Emil shoved his pants down, presented his ass, told me to fucking wreck him already—and, of course, I did—we migrated over here. I wanted to get a little work done on my skirt for the awards ceremony. It’s nearly ready.

Now, we’re lying on my mattress, legs tangled, Emil snacking on chips while we keep an eye on his crabs. They’re close to each other, not touching but moving around.

“That’s how they talk, right?” I ask. “By rubbing their legs together?”

Emil hums, finishing his chip before answering. “They do. It doesn’t look aggressive, does it?”

I huff a laugh. “No. That’d be more…” I brandish my fist in the air. “Right?”

This time, it’s Emil chuckling. “I wonder what they’re saying.”

“I like your shell,” I say with a high voice that’s meant to imitate a crab. “Thanks, I like your claw. So big.”

Emil snorts. “You’re such a dork.”

“I think that’s you.”

“Then we’re both dorks,” he counters.

“Fine by me.”

Emil looks at me a little sheepishly. “I, uh… I named him.”

I jolt, and he startles in turn. “You did? You named the new crab?”

He nods, a blush rising on his cheeks.

“Well, shit, Specs. I’m waiting on pins and needles over here. What’d you name Arthur’s new buddy?”

His lips twist a little, and he fidgets with his glasses. “Hermin.”

It takes me a second. “Hermin the hermit crab?”

“Mhm.”

Jesus Christ, this man will be the death of me. “That’s the fucking cutest, Specs. Okay, what’s the rest of it? I know you have more.”

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