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glanced quickly to the side. He startled.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
Rory Donahue gave a sheepish smile and stepped out from behind a display rack stuffed
full of bags of banana chips. "Hey, man, what's up? I thought that was you. Lucas, right?"
Lucas barely managed not to roll his eyes. "What do you want?"
The other man grinned and shrugged. He wore the usual island attire, a tank and board
shorts which showed off his muscular frame. Lucas wasn't intimidated by him. Not after seeing
Rory in his bedroom that night being dominated by Adam.
"How're things with the pirates?" Rory scratched at his elbow. "Adam runs a good
crew."
Lucas frowned. "Yeah, he does."
"Been meaning to catch your show. Maybe this week, huh?"
Lucas sincerely hoped not. The thought of Rory watching him being fucked over the
canon was not appealing to him.
"Look, I've got this big list..." He flashed it briefly at Rory. "I gotta keep moving."
"Yeah, no prob. Don't want to hold you up. You guys planning a party or something? I
keep telling Adam we should get all our guys together, you know? Would be bangin'."
"Bangin'," Lucas repeated. He began to walk. Rory followed him.
"Haven't seen Adam or you guys around much lately, though," Rory went on. "We
should fix that."
"Maybe you should call up Adam and tell him."
"Yeah, maybe I should. Do you, um, have his new number?"
Lucas gave it to him, just so Rory would go away, which he did with lots of thanks and
more suggestions that their crews mix it up together.
After he left, Lucas had to marvel at the other man's desperation. Rory wanted Adam in
a bad way, in a way that made him seem more than a little bit pathetic to Lucas. He paused in
front of a shelf of sauces and wondered whether he would ever get to that point, when his world
revolved around Adam. And around Tyler. Would he seem pathetic to outsiders? Or would they
be jealous of him, just as he could tell that Rory was of him?
Feeling strange about the encounter, he finished up his shopping and started home.
He took a looping route, just to clear his head and to enjoy the sights. And maybe in the
hopes that he'd give Ben time to leave on his own errands. Ben's bike wasn't in the drive of the
other cottage when Lucas finally arrived home so he figured he'd done something right.
Inside the cottage he shared with Adam, Tyler and Kip, he unloaded the bags into the
kitchen. He was in the process of putting everything away when Tyler staggered in, yawning
and scratching at his bare belly.
"It's nearly noon," Lucas said with a laugh. "Lazy much?"
"Fuck you," Tyler replied sleepily. His face was adorably creased with pillow wrinkles
and his hair stuck up like a cockatiel's. Lucas had slept in his own bed last night just to make
sure he finally got a good night's rest and he was glad he'd made the decision now that he saw
Tyler. It had apparently been a long, hard night in the master bedroom.
Tyler nosed the bags as Lucas shelved other items. "Hey, did you forget the -- oh, there
it is. What about the--"
"I got it. Whatever it is, if it was on the list you gave me it's here somewhere, Ty.
Relax."
"Shit, I'm not relaxing about anything when you're in the kitchen." Yawning again,
Tyler pulled out a bottle of guava juice and snapped it open. He drank straight from the
container as he leaned back against the counter and watched Lucas work. "You're doing a good
job there, new guy. Keep it up."
"Gee, thanks. You want these peppers in the fridge or --?"
"You don't put peppers in the fridge, you moron." He snatched the bag from Lucas' hand
and emptied the peppers into a hanging metal bowl above the sink. As Lucas turned to deal
with the rest of the groceries, Tyler said casually, "So Ben says you've been acting like a little
bitch lately."
Lucas nearly dropped the carton of eggs he'd pulled from the bag. "Oh, yeah? You and
him been chewing the fat lately?"
"Chewing the fat? Where the fuck are you from, Iowa?"
Forcing himself to be careful with the eggs so they could prepare omelets tomorrow,
Lucas said as he put them away, "When did you talk to Ben?"
"I don't know. Yesterday." Tyler capped the juice and shouldered Lucas aside so he
could put the container in the fridge. Once that was done he didn't move out of Lucas' personal
space. "What's with the drama, huh? What's your problem with Ben?"
"Who says I have the problem? Maybe he's the problem." Lucas knew he sounded like a
jackass but he was beyond caring with Tyler in his face.
"Why would Ben -- ohhhh." A smug looked slid over Tyler's face. His eyes drifted up
and down Lucas and then he grunted, "Huh."
Lucas glared at him but Tyler smirked and crossed his arms. He refused to move away
so Lucas backed up to the counter to put space between them. "Get over yourself."
"You found out we used to oil wrestle in the bathtub and play hide the salami." Tyler
looked pleased. Lucas wasn't surprised by his reaction. At all. Leave it to Ty to rub salt in a
wound. "Jealous, new guy? Hell, even the whites of your eyes are green."
"Would you prefer that I not care at all?" Lucas retorted.
That actually made Tyler think for a moment and thankfully wiped the smirk off his
face. "You're right. I like you being a jealous little bitch. Means I've got you wrapped around
my finger."
"Why didn't you or Adam mention that Ben used to be your third?"
"Because it didn't matter. Hell, we've had every pirate in our bed. Haven't you figured
that out yet?"
"But you had him more than the others. He was a regular." Like me.
Tyler cocked his head to the side, smiling slightly. "Why don't you ask the question you
really want to ask? You want to know if we liked him better than we like you."
Honestly, Lucas didn't want to ask that question because he didn't want to hear the
answer. How could he be a better lover than Ben, who was experienced with gay sex and who
didn't have the hang-ups that he did? There was no question in his mind who pleased Adam and
Tyler more. It wasn't him.
And yet all he said was, "I don't care." Because he was mature like that.
Tyler saw right through him.
"Sure you don't." Tyler sauntered forward. Lucas had plenty of time to duck out of reach
but he remained where he stood. He was angry and he welcome whatever Tyler was about to
bring.
"Ben knows how to suck dick," Tyler said. He braced his arms on the counter on either
side of Lucas, pinning him in. He stared at Lucas' mouth. "But I don't know if skill trumps the
feeling of shoving my dick into a mouth that's only known pussy, or if it's better than looking
into the eyes of a guy who's taking cock for the first time. That's its own kind of thrill. Not sure
anything can compare to it."
Lucas flushed. "So you get off on virgins. Maybe you should hang around high schools,
you perv."
"Maybe I'll settle with deflowering you."
"You already did," Lucas shot back.
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