of schmaltzy, lot of eyes on them, and, assuming they did it in public, they had to be fully clothed.
"If you wanted me to, I would in a heartbeat."
Blay put his hand on the male's face. Qhuinn was trying really hard, and Blay was more than willing to wait for the day when the guy was ready to be into the PDA. The Brotherhood and the household knew that they were together - it was kind of obvious after Qhuinn had moved his stuff into this room. But you didn't spend a lifetime in denial and automatically feel comfy sucking face with your boyfriend in front of God and everyone else.
But he was trying. And he was talking - a lot - about his family and his brother, who was slowly, painfully trying to recover down in the clinic.
Behind closed doors, though? It was magic, without any barriers at all.
Exactly what Blay had always wanted.
"Are you going down to First Meal?" Blay asked as the shutters began to rise from the windows.
"Maybe I'll just stay here and wait to eat you when you come back."
Ah, yes, that naughty growl was in Qhuinn's voice again, and didn't that make Blay want to hop back in between the sheets.
"You are - " As a groan echoed up, Blay stopped in the process of heading into the bathroom. "Where is your hand?"
"Where do you think it is." Qhuinn arched, one fang biting down on his lower lip.
Blay thought of the text that he didn't intend to ignore. "You suck."
"Yes, I do, don't I." Qhuinn licked his lips. "And you like me to."
Blay cursed and marched into the bath. At this rate, he was never going to get out of their room....
And sure enough, one hot shower and a shave later, Qhuinn was still in bed, lounging like a lion, his black hair tousled from Blay's hands, his half-lidded, mismatched eyes promising all kinds of pneumatics when Blay returned.
Horny motherfucker.
"You're just going to lie there?" Blay chided from over at the exit.
"Oh, I don't know...might get some exercise in while you're gone." A hiss was followed by another one of those groans - and what do you know, under the sheets and duvet, the up-and-down motion of his arm made Blay remember all kinds of messy, sweaty, marvelous things. "Working out is so important, you know."
Blay gritted his molars and wrenched the door open. "I'll be back."
"Take your time. Anticipation just makes me harder."
"Yeah, like you need help with that."
Shutting things firmly, he rearranged himself in his loose nylon track pants and cursed again. Butch had better have a good fucking reason for needing Blay's opinion.
And a problem that could be solved quickly.
The second Blay was out of Dodge, Qhuinn threw back the covers and leaped out of bed. Grabbing his phone off his bedside table, he hit send on the text that he'd pretyped and then beelined for the shower. Fortunately, the water was already warm.
Soap at a dead run. Shampoo in a New York minute. Shave -
"Ow!" he barked as he cut himself on the chin.
Closing his eyes, he forced himself to slow the fuck down before he sliced off his nose: razor on the cheek, moving carefully, going around the jawline, down the neck. Repeat. Repeat.
Why the hell did he insist on doing this in the shower? On a night like tonight, he should be in front of a mirror....
"Yo, beauty queen, you ready?" Rhage's voice cut through into the bathroom. "Or do you want to wax your eyebrows."
Qhuinn did a quick whisker check with his hand. Clear. "Fuck off, Hollywood," he yelled over the spray.
Cutting the water, he stepped out, and dried off on his way into the bedroom.
Standing next to a smiling Tohr, Rhage had his arms behind his back. "That's a helluva way to talk to your frickin' stylist."
Qhuinn leveled a glare at the Brothers. "If that shit is a Hawaiian print, I'm going to kill you."
Rhage looked over at Tohr and grinned. When the other Brother nodded, Hollywood brought forward what he was hiding behind his big body.
Qhuinn stopped dead. "Wait a minute...that's a..."
"Tuxedo, I believe is the name," Rhage cut in. "T-U-X-E-D-O."
"It's in your size," Tohr said. "And Butch says the designer is the best there is."
"Named after a car," Rhage muttered. "You'd think a high-falutin - "
"Hey, have you been watching Honey Boo Boo, too?" Lassiter demanded as he barged in. "Woooow, nice tux - "
"Only because you insist on putting that godforsaken traffic