Twin Effect Page 13
“A while. Bugs to sort out, I had to learn how to use it, and so on.”
Toby continued to look meaningfully at Dylan and then his hand.
“Okay, smartarse, point made.”
Toby grinned. “So now all you have to do is sort things out with Max. I can just...take a break or something while you two...you know.”
“Is that what you want? You could have sent him along on his own tonight.” Dylan flicked Toby’s nice shirt. “This you or him?”
“Me. Uh. Because I sort of...like you too?”
“And?”
“And...I was hoping we could get to know each other better. But you don’t have to,” he added quickly. “What you and Max do is nothing to do with me, I promise.”
Dylan shook his head. “Let me talk to the troublemaker.”
“I think he means you, Max.”
“That’s not nice, Dylan.”
“It’s true though. You’ve been scheming.”
“Have not! It was his idea. I just said I thought it was a good one.”
“Don’t you two think you should let this new thing you have bed down before you add something else into the mix?”
Max patted Dylan’s cheek, then kissed his lips. “You were already in the mix. This is all because of you. You helped both of us come back, and this time, stay. I love you, Dylan.” He kissed Dylan again, putting a little more passion into it.
Dylan let himself fall into the taste, the feel of Max’s generous lips, his seeking tongue. But he couldn’t help feel this was taking liberties with Toby’s body.
Toby sighed as their mouths parted. “God, he’s gorgeous, Max. Kiss him again.”
Okay, maybe there weren’t too many liberties involved. “You’re happy with this, Toby?”
“No, because I was hoping you’d do more than kiss. Why don’t you take us to bed, Dylan?”
“Are you sure?”
Toby—or was it Max?—rolled his eyes. “How did you get smart enough to earn a PhD when you’re this slow at picking up hints? Yes, I’m sure. Max?”
“Dylan, seriously.”
“Okay, okay. Moving now.”
The kid stood and pulled him up by his good hand, then tugged him in for another kiss. “Move faster,” he whispered against Dylan’s cheek. This time, it was probably both of them saying it.
“Pushy bastards.”
“Still not moving faster.”
This, Dylan foresaw, could take some getting used to.
What a way to spend his New Year.
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