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toys, thanks to you, and a gallon of lube with a handy pump. I’m fine.” Daniel got off the floor, straightening his clothes as Ander rolled his eyes.
    “Human contact.”
    “I have you.”
    “Human contact and orgasms, Daniel.”
    “Bleh, gross.” Daniel clapped his hands. “Hurry up. I want a burger and like seventeen beers.”
    Ander sighed as he hooked his bag over one shoulder, his glance pitying and practiced. “Our lives would have worked out much better if we were attracted to each other, my love.”
    Daniel made a face. A terrible, terrible face. “Bleh, gross.”
    They had tried when they were sixteen. Room sharing, life sharing. Convenient, an ease to the lonely/horny state they both perpetually lived in.
    What could go wrong?
    The kissing went okay. Weird, but okay. Then Ander touched Daniel’s dick, just a warm palm over his jockeys, and he flinched so hard at the wrongness of it that he fell off the bed, hitting his head against the nightstand while knocking the lamp to the floor.
    They quickly came to the conclusion that sex just wasn’t in the cards for them, at least with each other.
    Maybe it was because they both needed a brother more than they needed a lover.
    Not that Ander waited long at all after that—he lost his virginity ten days later to the visiting college-sophomore brother of the guy down the hall.
    Daniel was jealous, not because it was the guy and not him, but rather because it was Ander. After that something had changed, as if scared and sad Ander had discovered a superpower. A magical elixir that brought boys to his doorstep, panting and eager, throwing open so many closet doors that Daniel took to referring to his best friend as the Pied Piper of Dick. Ander’s confidence exploded, leaving Daniel alone in the room more and more, waiting to sneak Ander in after curfew.
    So yeah, maybe it would have been easier.

Chapter Five
     
     
    “THIS IS going to be marvelous,” Victor said as Naomi cleaned up the debris of their meeting. He leaned back in his chair, a loud and obnoxious creak becoming the soundtrack of their assistant struggling under the weight of the tray.
    “Oh for fuck’s sake.” Owen jumped up to grab the tray from her hands and then shot a nasty look at Victor, who shrugged in return.
    “Congratulations, Naomi, you just got the rest of the day off,” Owen snapped.
    “Stop, it’s fine. I’m used to his chauvinistic ways by now,” Naomi said lightly, patting Owen’s arm. “But you can take that into the kitchen for me—no protests at all.”
    Owen muttered under his breath as Naomi trailed behind him, holding a few napkins and the empty coffee carafe. He knew he was overreacting—they were both used to Victor’s less than exemplary behavior—but the meeting with Ander and his wedding planner had left Owen unsettled.
    The reality show business had never been his first choice. Victor as his business partner—never a blip on the radar. Once upon a time he’d been found on a blustery March day someplace warm and sunny, lying on a rock and having his picture taken for some jeans company paying him six figures to be half-naked and wet.
    But that was a very long time ago, a life that almost felt like mythology at this point.
    “What’s gotten into you? Your shoulders are up round your ears.” Naomi guided his hands down so the tray was on the small table in their kitchenette. He didn’t even remember getting in there.
    “Victor….”
    “Mmmm, try again. It’s been seven years. You know him.” She rested against the countertop, hands folded on top of her baby bump. “What’s wrong?”
    With a heavy exhale, Owen dropped down in the café chair, his long legs kicking into the other chair across from him. “I don’t know. Victor seems oddly interested in Ander. He doesn’t usually spend this much time with our couples.”
    “A meeting and a few dinners? That’s standard,” Naomi said, a teasing hint to her tone.
    “You didn’t see