The hours that followed were a blur of aggressive making out and about a million “I love you”s, the words tumbling from their lips like they couldn’t hold them in anymore.
They had moved from the living room to the dining room at some point, the rose petals crushed underfoot, the candles burning low in their holders.
The table was a mess of half-eaten cupcakes, chocolate smeared on the tablecloth, and three glasses of champagne that had gone flat hours ago.
None of them cared.
They were too busy touching each other under the table, stealing kisses between bites, and whispering things that made each other blush.
Theo had a whipped cream mustache on his upper lip, the result of biting into one of Austin’s elaborate cupcakes with too much enthusiasm.
The white cream clung to his skin, thick and sweet, and he made absolutely no move to wipe it off.
Instead, he leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his eyes locked on Kota and Sebastian with that particular expression that meant trouble.
“Darling boyfriends,” Theo purred, his voice dropping into that breathy register that always made Kota’s stomach flip.
“I seem to have made a mess of myself.
Won’t you help me clean up?”
Kota didn’t need to be asked twice.
He was out of his chair in a heartbeat, his hands cupping Theo’s face, his tongue swiping across that perfect upper lip to collect the whipped cream.
Theo moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut, his fingers tangling in Kota’s sweater.
Sebastian was right behind him, pressing kisses along the line of Theo’s jaw, licking the residual sweetness from the corner of his mouth.
The three of them collapsed into a tangle of limbs and laughter and sticky fingers, the cupcakes forgotten, the rest of the world fading into nothing.
They were in their own world, completely absorbed in each other, when Riley and Corey emerged from the direction of the wine cellar.
Riley had a glass of Merlot in one hand, his platinum hair slightly disheveled, his cheeks flushed with satisfaction.
Corey was chugging directly from a bottle of Merlot, his head tilted back, his throat working in long, greedy swallows.
They both looked extremely pleased with themselves.
Camilo appeared out of nowhere, his fluffy pink robe billowing behind him like a storm cloud.
He planted his hands on his hips and fixed the two of them with a glare that could curdle milk.
“Are you two even old enough to drink?” he demanded, his voice sharp with irritation.
“This is a private residence, not a frat house.
Put that bottle down before I shove it somewhere unpleasant.”
Corey lowered the bottle, a bead of red wine dripping from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped it away with the back of his hand, completely unbothered by Camilo’s fury.
“I’m twenty, mate.
And I’m not ugly.” He winked, his grin wide and unrepentant.
Riley swirled his glass of Merlot, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who had just been scolded by the head of housekeeping.
“He’s right.
I may only be nineteen, but a handjob or two gets you into any bar in Texas.
Trust me, I’ve tested the theory extensively.
It’s basically science at this point.”
Camilo’s eye twitched.
He muttered something under his breath in rapid Spanish, the words tumbling out like a curse.
“No hay dinero en el mundo que me haga preocuparme por estos putos…” He turned on his heel and stalked away, his slippers slapping against the marble floor, leaving Riley and Corey to their wine and their satisfaction.
At that exact moment, the grand staircase creaked.
Kota looked up to see Elliot and Grayson descending, completely naked, their identical ginger curls wild and tangled, their pale skin glistening with a sheen of fresh sweat.
They moved with the easy, unself-conscious grace of people who had absolutely no shame about their bodies or what they had just been doing with them.
Their massive asses jiggled with every step, the deep clefts visible even from across the room.
They wandered into the kitchen, grabbed two glasses of water from the sink, and drank them in long, thirsty gulps.
When they finally turned around and saw the Valentine’s dinner still spread across the dining room table, their expressions shifted into matching pouts.
“Wait,” Elliot said, setting his glass down with a dramatic thunk.
“You guys had a romantic Valentine’s dinner?
With candles and cupcakes and rose petals?
And you didn’t invite us?
That’s so mean.
We love romantic dinners.”
“Yeah,” Grayson agreed, his lower lip jutting out.
“We would’ve worn clothes.
Or not.
We’re flexible.”
Kota raised an eyebrow, his arm still wrapped around Theo’s waist. This story is hosted at g.com.
“It’s your house.
Why the hell wouldn’t you be invited?
We assumed you’d show up eventually.
Or not.
You seemed busy.”
Elliot considered this for a moment, then shrugged, his pout dissolving into a mischievous grin.
“Fair enough.” He grabbed four cupcakes from the tray and an entire can of whipped cream from the counter.
Then he turned to Grayson with a look of pure, unholy excitement.
“Hey.
I’ve got an idea.
Let’s see how many seconds it takes to suck your dick clean when it’s covered in whipped cream.
For science.”
Theo groaned loudly, pressing his face into Kota’s shoulder.
“TMI, Elliot.
Way, way too much information.”
But Riley and Corey were already exchanging glances, their eyes lighting up with shared interest.
They set down their wine and moved toward Elliot with matching grins.
“We would also like to know,” Riley said, his voice dripping with anticipation.
“For science, obviously.”
“Definitely for science,” Corey agreed, falling into step beside him.
“I’ve always been passionate about the scientific method.
Especially when it involves whipped cream and dicks.”
Elliot’s grin widened.
He tossed a cupcake to Corey and another to Riley.
“Then let’s make it a group experiment.
Grayson, get on the couch.
Everyone else, grab your toppings.”