Page 58 of Natural-Born Cullers

Gray ran a hand through his hair before answering. “Here.”

Whatever was said had Gray frowning and Jack easing off him as he sat up.

“Pull up the CCTV. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” It was all Gray said as he got off the bed.

“Problems?” said Jan, and Gray gave a rough sigh as Jack flicked a look their way.

“Maybe,” Gray said eventually. “Can you fill Jack in on Halliday prescribing some BP meds for Martin yesterday before we left?”

Jack frowned his way. “Meds?”

“He had a bad head with the switch, was dizzy too,” Gray said over to him, more to ease Jack’s walk back with them. “Have you had any on switching back?”

Jack shook his head. “Nope. Felt fine.”

“Run a BP check on yourself to make sure you’re okay anyway. Keep a daily record until you next see Halliday or Craig.”

“Will do.” Meds and tests came as second skin to Jack as much as Martin did at times. He headed for the wardrobe and reached into it, signalling his ease with being back in their bedroom. “I’m staying off London streets then,” he said more to himself. “Local druggies will be inserting coins where the sun don’t shine to see what drugs I can dispense out my ass, I’m on that many.”

Jan laughed softly, and Gray fought off a smile, which was good to see.

Jan got a pat to his abs off Gray as he passed, another kiss, his personal thank you for looking out for him… his sorry, and that only made Jan blush a little more.

“Soft lad,” Jack coughed under his breath as he tugged his jeans and T-shirt out, to which Jan only gave a contented catlike stretch and shot back a “Part-time lover,” under his cough.

“Oh… like that, is it?” Jack came at him, all rugby style and tackled Jan to the bed. “Say it again.” Jan grunted as Jack straddled him, then his tickle was… torture. “Go on, bloody call me part-time lover again. Or sing it.” A grin. “I’ll make you hurt, boy.” Only he stopped his playing when Jan’s cries ran into a heavier cough.

“Hey, yeah. We get you to the docs with that.”

Jan got control, then eased on up for a kiss. “Just a cold. I’m good. Seriously.”

Jack lowered a look, not happy.

“I’ll pick up something from the chemist during work.” He tried a smile. “In the meantime—don’t… come fuck about with me, Jack.”

Jack choked a laugh, then the reality of having sex so soon after Gray’s handling hit home, and he shook his head. He took Jan back to the bed instead, a wicked grin chasing his lips.

“How about a littlelicked him, he’s mineinstead?” A lick went at Jan’s abs. He was still naked. “More a morning blowjob, then I make sure you get something for that cough during work?”

“Oh well, a blowjob?” Jan grinned, his hands going behind his head as he rested down. “Who the fuck says no to that?”

Gray stood by Light’s kitchen unit, the quiet of the morning playing around him as he scrolled through the CCTV footage on Simon’s laptop.

Simon hit the table, and Light pushed him down onto it, going down and clashing in a kiss that seemed a first tread into the rough. A groan, Simon lifted his body up to meet Light’s as a grip found the back of his neck, tugging him into his rougher kiss.

Gray blatantly ignored any other touch on Light, mostly because the urge was there to still break every bone in Simon’s hands in at least five different places, but he did see what Light had.

Coffee started to spill, and Light broke from the kiss for a brief moment to find a safer place for the mug at the back of the laptop. In the next breath, Simon eased up, taking Light up with him as he got to his feet. His look went to the laptop, then his head came into Light’s as he gave the hardest sigh.

Christ. Gray gave a rough sigh as a fresh mug of coffee slipped next to Simon’s laptop, and Simon wiped a hand over his face as Gray froze the CCTV footage.

“He really wasn’t playing with me this morning, was he?” Simon said quietly.

Gray pressed play for a moment. This was the second time he’d watched it, and something had caught his attention the first time around.

“Fuck you….” That came on screen, and Gray frowned as Light looked behind him to shout it.

“He did that twice as we argued last night. Who’s he talking to there?” Simon leaned in a little closer.

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