Page 26 of The Chemist

Loving the confused look on the dude’s face, Diesel turned and headed back toward the house.

He kind of felt like a dick for leaving the guy with blue balls, but if Chase woke and happened to realize that he left the house, he was going to be crucified. Matteo would lock him in a tower and never let him out again.

He got what he came for. Free booze and ball drainage.

Hey, he never said he wasn’t an asshole.

10

DIESEL

“Morning, sleepy head,” Chase greeted as Diesel walked down the stairs and into the living room. He was hooking up some monitors to laptops and appeared to be loving every moment of it.

“Hey,” Diesel responded, trying to walk off his massive headache. He was going to have to find where he packed his damn painkillers after breakfast.

Shouldn’t they be in your toiletry bag?that annoying voice inside his head asked.

Yeah, you’d think, but when he checked this morning, they weren’t.

Inside the kitchen, Jared was flipping pancakes without a shirt.

Back at home, Daddy M had a strict “must wear shirts at the breakfast table” rule that everyone followed—except Diesel because, hey, Bruno needed to breathe. But whenever Daddy M wasn’t around for breakfast, Jared never seemed to be able to locate a shirt.

Diesel was pretty sure that, if given the chance, Jared would live his whole life never wearing a shirt. He was too proud ofhis body to ever want to cover it up. And, of course, if given the choice, Isaac would probably never wear pants.

The two of them were made for each other.

“Pancakes are almost done,” Jared called over his shoulder. “Want to grab some mugs for coffee?”

Nodding, he began opening cupboards at random, searching for the highly coveted coffee mugs. Thanks to his lack of sleep and massive hangover, today was going to be a high caffeine intake day.

The sound of Jared humming caught Diesel’s attention. He was shaking his butt while flipping pancakes in the pan.How could one man be so chipper and energetic first thing in the morning?He swore if Jared asked him to go for a run with him, he was going to have to punch the guy in the throat. Friendship be damned.

Grabbing three mugs from the cupboard, he finally had to ask, “What’s with the endorphin overload this morning?”

Jared picked up the pan and flipped a pancake onto a plate like he was some sort of master chef or something.

“FaceTimed with Isaac this morning. Did you know the boy can do the pretzel?” Jared’s eyes lit up as he talked about his fiancé and their stupid early morning sex games.

“Hope you washed your hands before making my pancakes.”

“Don’t worry, I whipped you up a special batch of whipped cream. I know how much you love having cream on your cakes.”

Diesel couldn’t help but chuckle. The dude had a sick sense of humor which was probably why he and Isaac got along so well—well, once they stopped prank-flirting with each other and finally admitted that they wanted to bone… and cuddle… and all that other lovey shit that couples do when they decide to bind their lives together for some untold, freakish reason.

“Jare still shaking his booty?” Chase asked, walking into the kitchen and washing his hands in the sink.

“Yeah, it’s sickening that one man should be so chipper first thing in the morning,” Diesel responded, still eyeing his best friend.

“You didn’t see what my boy did with his leg behind his head.” Jared’s smile was practically swallowing his face.

“Judging by the chub in your joggers, I’m guessing it was something dirty and demeaning,” Diesel added, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He had taken a seat at the table facing the stove and Jared’s shaking ass.

Jared and Chase finally joined him, each reaching for a cup as well.

“Why’s there an extra plate?” Diesel asked, noting the extra place setting laid out across from him.

“It’s for Zero. In case he joins us for breakfast,” Chase answered, reaching for the pancakes and dropping two on his plate.

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