If This Gets Out

He’s shaking a little at first, until I kiss his lips, and his neck, and his collarbone, and then he scrapes his fingers down the skin of my back until his hand is steady.

As soon as the door closes, we fall onto each other. Our hands are a scramble, and the kiss is frantic, but in the best possible way. He pulls me right to him

He’s pressing his hips down, and he’s rock hard,

The car pulls to a stop, and Angel climbs out, waving like he’s royalty.

Jon is next, stepping out and adjusting his top button, before flashing a dazzling smile and making his way up to the fans, his posture perfect. If I could have anyone in the world leading us into what comes next, I’d pick him.

Ruben gets out, and turns back, to offer his hand to me. I grab it, and step out into the sunshine, holding his hand

What does surprise me is seeing how many of them are holding rainbow flags or are wearing rainbow shirts. They see the car, and start cheering for us.

Not screaming. Cheering.

“Now that you’re done fake-apologizing,” says Angel. “What do you want?”

“So, boys?” he says. “What do you say?”

Angel clears his throat. “We’ll need to get back to you.”

“What?”

I’m not sure he’s ever heard that before.

“We will consider your offer,” says Ruben, his voice clear. “However, you did effectively sever your relationship with us.”

“I—”

“So, boys,” says Angel. “I was doing a bit of research the other day.”

“Now that’s a scary thought,” says Jon.

Angel crosses his arms. “I’m not telling anymore.”

“Fine, sorry, what is it?”

. I grab mine, which is straight black. Ruben said like your soul once, which made me giddy.

Oh is that what she was doing?” I say. “And there I was thinking she’s been telling me to follow their rules and not screw up our opportunity this whole time. My mistake.”