As usual, the food here is delicious, so we eat joyfully while making slightly more casual small talk. The guys tell us about what they actually do, outside of recording themselves sleeping with other guys, that is. And it surprises absolutely no one to find out that Kenneth is rich.

Like, very rich.

“I was a broker on Wall Street,” he tells us. “But after my second health scare, I decided the stress was just too much. The money wasn’t worth my life. So now I spend most of my time traveling with this one.” He juts his thumb in Blake’s direction. “Collecting art, hosting benefits, investing… Things like that.”

“Sounds fun,” Jesse says with a polite smile, and I watch him closely, wondering if he thinks that’s a better life than what we have here.

Does he want more? Is he… unsatisfied??

God, I hate this. I hate being in my head all the time. It’s exhausting.

“Sort of similar to what you guys are doing, right?” Blake asks, looking between us. My forehead lines. “Jesse told us the other day that you’re in early retirement mode right now. You sold your business and whatnot…”

I look at Jesse, and he gives me a timid smirk. He really just told them all about our lives, huh?

“Yea, it’s a little different,” I grumble. “But… sort of. I’m sure I’ll need to do something else, but at least we have time to relax for a while.”

The guys smile along and nod, though who knows if they’re really grasping what I’m saying. I think more than anything, they’re checking us out and trying to gauge whether we’d be interested in sleeping with them.

Look, I’m not saying they’re unattractive… Sure, I’ve never found any man other than Jesse sexually attractive, but objectively, these two are certainly good-looking.

But still. It’ll be a non-negotiable no. I have no interest in sharing Jesse, or myself.

I’m good, thanks.

We finish our meal, which is fantastic, as always. Then we order some coffee and dessert, which is mainly for Jesse, because dessert is his thing, and he seems like he’s getting a little drunk, so the coffee might help sober him up. He’s only had two of those drinks, but they’re pretty much all booze. Not that he’s sloppy or anything, but his face is flushed and he’s been leaning on me since we finished eating.

“God,” he groans with a bite of pineapple coconut cake in his mouth, eyes rolling back. “Try this.”

He lifts a spoonful up to my lips and I grin, parting them so he can feed me the bite. Even if I didn’t want dessert, I would never in a million years be able to resist the way he does that… And how clearly enthralled he is to do so.