Page 220 of The Holy Grail
“Probably more than the three and a half he owned up to,” Evan answered, his lips twitching in amusement. “However many he’s had, though, it’s making this a lot of fun.”
“Speaking of Evan,” Martin said out on the balcony, his tone dismissive, “I have a few questions about that guy.”
“‘That guy’?” murmured Evan. “Did you hear how he said that?”
Jules nodded. “He doesn’t have a very high opinion of you, either.”
They watched as Malcom loosened his tie, took it off, and after seemingly not being able to find a pocket to put it in, tossed it over the railing onto the yard below, making them both laugh.
“Do you think we should intervene?” Jules asked.
Evan shook his head as he inched a little closer to the doors. “Hell, no. Not yet, anyway.”
“What questions do you have about Evan?” Malcom asked Martin, sounding a little belligerent.
“Are you having sex with him?”
“I’ve had oral sex with him.”
“What about … anal sex?”
The way Martin said it, made Jules and Evan laugh again.
“That really pained him to ask that,” Evan mused. “I bet his ass sphincter was clenched the whole time.”
“No, I haven’t hadanalsex with him, yet,” Malcom answered, doing another spot-on impersonation of his brother. “But my ass is on the table, so … hopefully soon. All three of our asses are on the table, in case you were going to ask about that, next.”
Evan raised a fist in the air, so Jules could fist-bump him, only to frown when Martin began speaking again.
“Do you know his sexual history? Do you even know if he’s clean?”
“Yes, I do. Jesus, he’s not an irresponsible asshole.” Malcom pointed a finger at Martin. “And that was really fucking rude.”
“Did you pick up this habit of swearing from Evan?”
“Uh, no. I was swearing long before I ever met him. So, do you have any more stupid questions for me?”
“What about Jules and Evan? Have they had sex?”
“With one another? Yes. And if you’re going to ask if I was watching when they did, the answer to that is also ‘yes’, and it was pretty fucking outstanding—oh, that was a pretty good pun, wasn’t it?”
“They seem to really like each other … are you worried about that?”
Evan looked at Jules, who shrugged. “I do really like you.”
“What’s not to like?” Evan teased. “And I really like, you, too.”
“They actually love each other, and no, I’m not worried about that, because they love me, too,” Malcom said to Martin. “And don’t use that tone of voice when talking about them.”
“What tone?”
“The tone which says you think they crawled out of a gutter somewhere and are after my money or something, because they’re not. They wanted to pay rent, for God’s sake.”
“Rent?”
“They’re living with me.”
Martin blinked, then said, “Look, I’m just extremely concerned about the drastic lifestyle choices you’re making. I have to wonder if your divorce from Gwen damaged you in ways that are causing you to be so … reckless with your life.”
