Page 39 of The Fly-Half

“Oh Jesus, Jonny, keep it in your pants,” West said with a chuckle.

“Why the hell are you two staring?” I asked as Devon grabbed his shorts, my eyes still fixating on his inner thighs as Iremembered how good they’d felt pressed against the side of my head. I really needed to bury myself between them again soon.

“Why wouldn’t they?” Devon asked with a grin and a wink. “They can look. After all, nobody else has thighs like these.”

“Yeah, nobody else has been mauled! Seriously, do you need me to buy him a muzzle? ’Cos we can do that,” Mason said. “Bloody werewolf boyfriends.”

“I’d say it’s more borderline chupacabra,” West said. “With all the sucking.”

“Or vampire,” Mason said with a sanguine nod.

“Will you two pack it in,” I said, chucking my hoodie at Mason’s head and glancing around to see who else was listening. “We’re trying not to make it obvious.”

West snorted. “Should’ve thought of that before you marked your boyfriend up like that.” He gestured at Devon, who’d sat on the bench to pull his trainers on. Even with his shorts on, I could still see a few of the marks.

Okay, maybe I had gotten a little carried away last night when we’d been sitting on the sofa and I’d found myself back between Devon’s thighs. But I’d had a good reason—the man was fucking gorgeous and I’d wanted to play with him. And Devon hadn’t objected at all.

“Nobody will notice,” Devon said. “It’s only because you two are so heavily invested in our lives.”

“That’s the polite way of saying you two are nosy as fuck,” I said. “Seriously, don’t you have your own partners to stare at?”

“True, but neither of them are here,” Mason said as he threw my hoodie back to me and pulled off his own. “Also, neither of them have made our lives miserable over the last few weeks with their inability to process their own emotions.”

“Again with that! How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”

“I dunno,” Mason said with a grin. “How many times have you actually said it?”

“Any reason you four are all stood here gassing instead of getting your arses in gear?” Matty asked, strolling over and interrupting our conversation. “Fucking hell, Devon, what happened to you? That’s not from Saturday, is it?”

“Nah, he’s got a new boyfriend,” Mason said as his grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and I knew I was about to get back all the shit I’d put him through recently. “He’s a bit possessive.”

“I’d say. Do you need some arnica?” Matty asked. “I think I’ve got some in my bag.”

“I’m fine,” Devon said, rolling his eyes as he stood. Like me, he seemed to be getting a bit sick of this conversation but maybe we’d brought this on ourselves. We should’ve known everyone would want to gossip. I was just grateful Danny didn’t know yet. Otherwise we’d be fucked. “Seriously, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Are you sure? They’re not painful, are they?”

Devon snorted. “Matty, I’m worried about the quality of your sex life if you’re asking me if hickeys are painful.”

“What sex life?” Matty shot back. “I’m a single dad with a two-year-old. I don’t have a sex life.”

“There you go, Mason,” I said. “Something new for you to focus on—get Matty laid.”

“No, thank you. I don’t need any of your help.”

“Probably for the best,” I said.

“Sod off,” Mason said, throwing his joggers at me. “I helped you, didn’t I? I think I should get a thank you, not this.”

“Oh shit,” Matty said and the four of us froze as he looked between Devon and me. Mason, at least, had the good grace to look sheepish. “Are you two…”

“Yeah,” Devon said, a smile playing across his lips. It was soft and shy, and it made me want to lean over and steal a kiss. Howhad I been so oblivious to my feelings for this long? And how long had Devon been waiting for me to get my act together? “We are.”

“Congrats, man,” Matty said. “Took you long enough.”

“Thank you!” Mason said, throwing his arms in the air. “Finally, vindication!”

“Seriously?” I asked, looking between the pair of them. “What the hell?”

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