the man.
“I’m really sorry for intruding,” Brody whispered sincerely.
“That’s okay. In fact…I wish I’d have known you were there. That would have been hot.”
Brody just stared, too stunned to say anything. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t being fired. The idea that Lark thought his spying had been hot was…well, hot.
“Come on, Lark,” Zak said gently, drawing the smaller man away. “Let the man get home. It’s been a long night.”
Impulsively, Lark pulled away from Zak and kissed Brody lightly on the cheek.
“Think about it,” he whispered softly into Brody’s ear before stepping away.
Brody looked up sharply at Zak, but he wasn’t sure the man had heard. Zak was just watching him. Not angry, but not encouraging either.
Confusing thoughts and desires spinning around in his head, Brody walked out the door and onto the footpath. The door closed quietly behind him. After he heard the lock turn, he couldn’t help but look back and watch the two men—Zak’s arm slung casually over Lark’s shoulders—as they navigated their way through the tables and back to the kitchen again.
Brody shook his head. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he was pretty certain it was going to keep him up long into the morning when he should be sleeping. And that would be after dealing with the unruly cock that threatened to break his zipper with its insistence that he go back in, grab Lark for a proper kiss, and beg Zak to fuck him.
* * * *
Lark wrapped his arms around Zak’s waist and leaned into his poor lover.
Zak stood in the middle of the office—hands on his hips and a slight frown on his face—as if not quite sure what to do with himself.
Lark knew it had probably been the right thing to do, letting Brody go, giving him some space to think things through. But he didn’t have to like it. And it didn’t look like Zak was too keen on the idea either.
“He’s cute,” Lark whispered into Zak’s chest, hoping to get his reticent lover to talk about what had just happened.
Giving them some space and time to think things through didn’t mean Lark was going to let either man avoid the issue or dictate the pace on whatever it was that was happening between them. While he didn’t know Brody very well—yet—he was pretty sure the man wouldn’t be breaking any land speed records getting them together. And Lark knew if it were left to Zak, they’d still be dancing round each other well into their nineties. And that just wasn’t acceptable.
“Who?” Zak said evasively, stiffening up and betraying himself even as he tried to plead ignorance.
Lark looked up at him. There was no way they were going to play these sorts of games. Not after the scene that had just played out between the three of them. Lark was determined to pull it all out into the open right here and now. He had no intention of letting Zak avoid the conversation this time.
“Don’t, Lark,” Zak warned, pulling away from him before Lark could utter a word.
Damn!The man knew him to well.
Zak strode over to the desk and pretended to look through the mess of paperwork scattered across its scarred surface.
“I’ve seen how you watch him, you know,” Lark said casually as he watched Zak’s every tense move.
“What are you talking about?”
Once again Lark stared across at his lover and quirked his brow. He knew he didn’t have to tell Zak he was full of shit. The man would know just by ‘the look’.
“Okay. So he’s good looking. That doesn’t mean anything.” Zak replied defensively as he spun around to face him again, the paperwork completely forgotten once more.
“Zak! He’s gorgeous! And I know you’ve noticed.”
“We’ve had this conversation before, Lark. You do it all the time, but it’s just looking. Window shopping.” Zak was silent for a moment, and Lark could see him fighting through something in his head.
The expression of sadness and confusion on Zak’s face was painful to see. It was
“I’m really sorry for intruding,” Brody whispered sincerely.
“That’s okay. In fact…I wish I’d have known you were there. That would have been hot.”
Brody just stared, too stunned to say anything. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t being fired. The idea that Lark thought his spying had been hot was…well, hot.
“Come on, Lark,” Zak said gently, drawing the smaller man away. “Let the man get home. It’s been a long night.”
Impulsively, Lark pulled away from Zak and kissed Brody lightly on the cheek.
“Think about it,” he whispered softly into Brody’s ear before stepping away.
Brody looked up sharply at Zak, but he wasn’t sure the man had heard. Zak was just watching him. Not angry, but not encouraging either.
Confusing thoughts and desires spinning around in his head, Brody walked out the door and onto the footpath. The door closed quietly behind him. After he heard the lock turn, he couldn’t help but look back and watch the two men—Zak’s arm slung casually over Lark’s shoulders—as they navigated their way through the tables and back to the kitchen again.
Brody shook his head. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he was pretty certain it was going to keep him up long into the morning when he should be sleeping. And that would be after dealing with the unruly cock that threatened to break his zipper with its insistence that he go back in, grab Lark for a proper kiss, and beg Zak to fuck him.
* * * *
Lark wrapped his arms around Zak’s waist and leaned into his poor lover.
Zak stood in the middle of the office—hands on his hips and a slight frown on his face—as if not quite sure what to do with himself.
Lark knew it had probably been the right thing to do, letting Brody go, giving him some space to think things through. But he didn’t have to like it. And it didn’t look like Zak was too keen on the idea either.
“He’s cute,” Lark whispered into Zak’s chest, hoping to get his reticent lover to talk about what had just happened.
Giving them some space and time to think things through didn’t mean Lark was going to let either man avoid the issue or dictate the pace on whatever it was that was happening between them. While he didn’t know Brody very well—yet—he was pretty sure the man wouldn’t be breaking any land speed records getting them together. And Lark knew if it were left to Zak, they’d still be dancing round each other well into their nineties. And that just wasn’t acceptable.
“Who?” Zak said evasively, stiffening up and betraying himself even as he tried to plead ignorance.
Lark looked up at him. There was no way they were going to play these sorts of games. Not after the scene that had just played out between the three of them. Lark was determined to pull it all out into the open right here and now. He had no intention of letting Zak avoid the conversation this time.
“Don’t, Lark,” Zak warned, pulling away from him before Lark could utter a word.
Damn!The man knew him to well.
Zak strode over to the desk and pretended to look through the mess of paperwork scattered across its scarred surface.
“I’ve seen how you watch him, you know,” Lark said casually as he watched Zak’s every tense move.
“What are you talking about?”
Once again Lark stared across at his lover and quirked his brow. He knew he didn’t have to tell Zak he was full of shit. The man would know just by ‘the look’.
“Okay. So he’s good looking. That doesn’t mean anything.” Zak replied defensively as he spun around to face him again, the paperwork completely forgotten once more.
“Zak! He’s gorgeous! And I know you’ve noticed.”
“We’ve had this conversation before, Lark. You do it all the time, but it’s just looking. Window shopping.” Zak was silent for a moment, and Lark could see him fighting through something in his head.
The expression of sadness and confusion on Zak’s face was painful to see. It was
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