Page 42 of Kylan

I tried not to think about Leon and Marek.

I tried to simply enjoy this moment with my two best friends, and I did my best to keep the darkness at bay.

Being with them didn’t just help.

They’d saved me.

They’d saved me the same way Leon and Marek had, just in different ways. Cuddling with Benji on the sun lounger on the patio, Fitch making us laugh with his movie commentary, and of course, more discussions on our solo videos.

Benji had made some at Nolan’s house, and Fitch was making them every chance he got. I was already falling behind on my quota, and we hadn’t even uploaded anything yet.

“Well, at least I know what I’ll be doing tonight,” I said. “Making porn videos.”

“Look at it like you’re giving back,” Fitch allowed. “For all that porn has given us.”

Benji gave me a sympathetic smile. “No daddies tonight?”

I shook my head. “Tomorrow.”

“You miss them,” he said gently.

Oh boy.

“Yes, he does,” Fitch answered for me. “He needs to tell them how he’s feeling, and he needs them to rail him every day. I’ve seen a photo of what one daddy did to his pretty boy hole. Can’t wait to see what it looks like after both.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Benji looked at me. “There’s a photo?”

I sighed. “One I should not have even showed him because he was not supposed to say anything.”

Fitch came over and weaselled his way onto my lap. “Awww, Kysie. Benji doesn’t count. We’re the musketeers, remember? One for all and all for one. That includes photos of your arsehole dripping with your daddy’s goods.”

“You know, an NDA doesn’t have a musketeer clause,” I said flatly. “I shouldn’t have told you anything. Not a single thing. Now give me your phone.”

Fitch happily handed his phone to me. “Are you airdropping the photo? Please say yes.”

“No, I’m texting Dom to come get you.”

He laughed and kicked his feet. “Yes, please. I’m gonna tell him to take some pics of what damage he does to my little boy puss?—”

I picked him up off my lap and dumped him onto the couch beside us, and Benji laughed and laughed.

It felt good to see him smile.

It felt good to make him happy.

I got home later, walking into our dark and empty unit. Nolan had arrived home in a rush, collecting Benji in a hug. Dom had picked me and Fitch up, dropping me back on Oxford on their way back to Dom’s place, but not before Fitch had almost climbed the centre console to plant a big old kiss on Dom’s mouth.

“Are you being a brat?” he’d asked, smiling.

“Yes,” I’d replied on his behalf.

Fitch had laughed, completely at ease, completely adored.

And I went home alone.

I used to love alone time. I used to love having the unit to myself, relishing in the quiet.

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