As he headed into the hall, he heard Alain groan. “Lord, Chou. That was not like Master Cyrus energy atall.”
He laughed, not much caring if they heard him, and followed the warm, savory scent of eggs and toast. This was going to be one hell of a day.
5
Lord have mercy, that was just about enough to set him off too.
Alain focused on eggs and on his aching cock. He was hard as nails, because nothing on earth had ever been so hot as what he had just seen.
Hell, if Neil or Isaac either one touched him, he’d go off like a goddamn rocket.
“I’m going to get in touch with Cyrus today and tell him we will keep Alain here at least through the weekend to give him some time.” Doc ate while he talked; Alain knew he had to get to work. “Then I’ll see if I can get a couple of days off at the end of the week. We can just relax here, or maybe we can hit one of those cabins we like upstate. It might be nice to get out of the city for a few days, don’t you think?”
“You know I’m always up for an adventure. Always.” Neil glanced at Alain, giving him this wink that liked to burn him with the wickedness.
“Careful, or I’ll have you both collecting wood in your birthday suits.” Doc sipped his coffee and didn’t seem to be kidding one bit.
Wouldn’t be Alain’s first time, that was for sure. He wasn’t sure Isaac had ever lived in heat where you spent your whole time at camp naked. Neil, though, that accent was Texas or Tennessee, and the look was Texas somehow. He knew from hot, that man.
Neil rolled his eyes. “Anything but that. I had mosquito bites in the worst places.”
“Oh.” Doc gave Neil a serious look. “I forgot about that. I’ll just have to coat you in bug spray first next time.” That look turned on him. “Did you eat yet, boy?”
“I had me a bite here and there, yes, Sir.” He liked his coffee with enough cream to calorize his bitty body for a whole day.
Doc gave Neil a look, then stood. “Make him eat lunch.”
“I can do that.” Neil gave him one of them looks again, one that promised evil.
Alain did like that, him.
“You boys.” Doc snorted. “I don’t know if I’m glad I’m not going to be here today, or worried. But I need to get dressed. Be good.” Doc kissed Neil’s forehead so carefully, gave him a wave, and left the kitchen.
“I’ll have some more coffee, please.” Chou tapped his mug. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a rock. It’s a good room. It yours?”
“Nope.” He got a wink and a grin. “Right now, it’s yours, kitten.”
Oh, that wasn’t nice. “Kitten?”
“You call me a cabbage. I call you kitten. We each pick our names.”
“And what do you call Doc, then? Just Sir? You’re more lovers maybe?”
“Doc, Isaac, Sir, honey…” Neil shrugged and smiled, looking about a bit uncomfortable. “Depends on…what we’re doing I guess. It’s complicated.”
“You the complicated type, hmm? I like that ’bout you.” He liked the vision of Chou on his knees for Mister Doctor, and he was liking the thought of him on his knees in front of Chou.
“Good to know somebody does.” Something about that shrug, Chou didn’t seem so sure. “It keeps things interesting, I guess.”
He nodded and stood. He guessed he ought to clean up the kitchen and let Chou get his naughty back on. Thinking too hard didn’t do anyone any good.
“Did we embarrass you this morning? Or do you like to watch?” Neil let him take the dishes, but he knew those eyes were on him.
“I don’t mind looking at pretty men, not one bit, and y’all are both fine.”
Neil chuckled and shook his head. “Fine as frog hair?”