He wished a bit that he could have been a fly on the wall for the conversation with Sebastian. Not that he'd really doubted the answer - the Deck was small, he was observant, and the King of Spades' only son had been highly focused on as much fun as he could have from the moment he'd realized all the fun sex could be. Really, from what the twins said, highly focused were the bywords when it came to the Novaks, though he doubted Lily could get away with as much wildness as her brother. "Paying him off seems unnecessary when he gets to fuck you," Carlos said as he kissed Gael back, his good arm going around his waist. Three days. He didn't honestly see what three days mattered, but if he did rip his stitches...he was pretty sure everyone would know how, and so he endured.
"When rehearsals get started again he probably won't be wasting your time with that." It was, after all, the O'Neill - a selection that meant his sister was grumpily waiting tables and snatching catering gigs this winter, something he heard about pretty much every opportunity.
He set the table, though, as Gael disappeared into the bathroom, and after some consideration, went to the fridge to pull three ciders out, opening one and taking a drink when there was a light knock at the door. He smiled inwardly before he set it down and went to let Sebastian Novak in.
He really was very, very pretty, he thought as he opened the door. And knew it. "Ah," he said out loud, though as he let the younger man in. "I feel like I should swear that I've been obeying doctor's orders, given you talked to Gael today." Of course, Bas wasn't a doctor yet. And mostly he'd looked amused when he'd spelled that one out.
He still looked amused, as Carlos handed him a drink. "Mm, no, given the tenor of our conversation today, I'm absolutely sure you've been following the them to the letter," he said. He glanced towards the bathroom, where he could hear the shower, before looking back at Carlos again. The so-called soft Suits were brimming with attractive people. Carlos was one of the few he wasn't sort of related to. Gael Shaw was another. "Your boyfriend has creative ideas," he said as the shower went off. "I'm kind of amazed he got them all out before Sarah could come out of the bathroom and possibly pitch a fit."
His cousin had a tendency to forget a few things, really. Like the fact that he was only three years younger, and the fact that he'd just finished his medical education at Cambridge. And the fact that he had a considerable amount of sex in his life.
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"When rehearsals get started again he probably won't be wasting your time with that." It was, after all, the O'Neill - a selection that meant his sister was grumpily waiting tables and snatching catering gigs this winter, something he heard about pretty much every opportunity.
He set the table, though, as Gael disappeared into the bathroom, and after some consideration, went to the fridge to pull three ciders out, opening one and taking a drink when there was a light knock at the door. He smiled inwardly before he set it down and went to let Sebastian Novak in.
He really was very, very pretty, he thought as he opened the door. And knew it. "Ah," he said out loud, though as he let the younger man in. "I feel like I should swear that I've been obeying doctor's orders, given you talked to Gael today." Of course, Bas wasn't a doctor yet. And mostly he'd looked amused when he'd spelled that one out.
He still looked amused, as Carlos handed him a drink. "Mm, no, given the tenor of our conversation today, I'm absolutely sure you've been following the them to the letter," he said. He glanced towards the bathroom, where he could hear the shower, before looking back at Carlos again. The so-called soft Suits were brimming with attractive people. Carlos was one of the few he wasn't sort of related to. Gael Shaw was another. "Your boyfriend has creative ideas," he said as the shower went off. "I'm kind of amazed he got them all out before Sarah could come out of the bathroom and possibly pitch a fit."
His cousin had a tendency to forget a few things, really. Like the fact that he was only three years younger, and the fact that he'd just finished his medical education at Cambridge. And the fact that he had a considerable amount of sex in his life.