Philippe just smiled back at him. “Of course, sir.” Then he turned and headed toward the small, but well-appointed, kitchen.
Jacki walked over and flopped onto Yuri’s lap then rested her head against his chest. “I’m still angry with you,” she admonished, “but I missed you, too, and you scared the shit out of me. Don’t do it again, okay?”
Yuri hugged her and laid his cheek on her hair. “But you abandoned me.”
“No, you idiot. We went to the toilet then we came back to find the bill was paid and you were gone. No one had any idea where you’d gone. We searched up and down that street and got nowhere. We messaged you but you didn’t respond. Then we gave up and went back home so I could get some advice from Philippe. My next step was going to be to contact Angelo. I know you two don’t get along much, but I thought that he could maybe go to his security detail and have them look for you. But before I could give Angelo a call this morning, you came home. Where were you last night? Where did you go? I was so worried, Yuri!”
To his shock and not a small amount of horror, Jacki started crying.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “I think I’m just over tired.”
Yuri stroked her hair. “I was with Angelo.”
Jacki pulled back. “No. You were not.”
He shrugged. “I was. I’m not now.”
“What happened?”
Yuri wasn’t sure where to start or how much detail to give. “He was the only one I thought of, really. There I was, all alone in London, and I hadn’t seen him in so long. So I texted him. The next thing I knew, he’d taken me back to his flat and I was in his bed.”
Jacki moved so she could see his face. “You did not.”
“I did. And then… something happened.”
“What kind of something?” Jacki asked, sounding both intrigued and mildly shocked.
“Something I… fuck. This is so weird. We fooled around, Jacks.”
She took a sharp intake of breath and her eyes grew large. “What kind of fooling around?”
From the kitchen came the clatter of dropped china. “My apologies, your highness. I accidentally dropped a plate.”
“Don’t worry about it, Philippe,” Yuri called back. “It’s just a plate.”
“Yuri,” Jacki hissed at him. “Talk to me right this second and tell me what you mean by ‘fooled around’ or so help me god I’m never speaking to you ever again.”
Yuri felt his face flush.
“Oh my god, Yuri. You’re blushing! Come on! Tell Auntie Jacki all about it.”
“Shut up. I thought you said you weren’t going to talk to me.”
“Come on! Tell me tell me tell!” She bounced a bit on his lap, crushing his dick and balls. Did guys actually enjoy this shit? The idea of it baffled Yuri.
“Get the fuck off me. You’re crushing my dick.” Yuri gave her a little push and she sat down with a slight huff in the chair next to his.
“Spill, dammit. Spill now.”
Yuri ran a hand through his clean hair and smelled Angelo’s shampoo. His heart lurched. He wished his hair was still long enough to bring to his nose and sniff it. And how stupidly pathetic was that, anyway? Sniffing his own hair to smell someone else’s shampoo. It was utterly moronic.
“We… uh… we both came.” He couldn’t bring himself to go into greater detail. Not even with Jacki.
“And?” Jacki drew up her knee and rested her chin on it.
“And then I asked him if he was still straight and he looked at me like I was crazy so I took a shower and left.”
Jacki pursed her lips in thought. “I think I’m missing some crucial details here.”
“Well, I’m not giving you a blow-by-blow account.”
“Did you blow him?” Jacki sucked in a breath. “Did he blow you? Did he like it? You said he came.”
“No.” Yuri folded his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. “There was no dick sucking.”
“Did he fuck you? He seems toppy and you’re so bottomy it’s not funny.”
“I hate you so much and no.”
Jacki smirked at him, apparently her earlier anger at him swept away by her relief that he was safe and her excitement over his barely existent sex life. “No, he’s not toppy or no, you’re not a bottom? Because I’m not sure I’d believe either one.”
Yuri could feel himself blush again. “No, we didn’t fuck and stop analyzing my sex life. It’s gross and creepy. I don’t think those things about you and Mel. Because yuck.”
“Whatever, Prince Prudish. Just tell me how far it went. I can’t give you advice on how to deal with a situation when I don’t have all the facts.”
“Who said I wanted your advice in the first place?” Yuri asked.
“You always want my advice. Come on. Stop stalling and tell me.”
Yuri could not tell her that he and Angelo had frotted. It was too embarrassing for words. “Dicks were handled. And he kissed me.” He sighed. “And I came so fucking hard, Jacks. I nearly passed out.”
“Well, you’ve been wanting to touch his dick for like a decade, so I get that. But let’s go back. He kissed you? And it wasn’t practice? Or for the benefit of an audience? He just… kissed you-kissed you?”
“Yeah,” Yuri said glumly. The orgasm had been amazing, but the kissing was really the part that had messed with his head the most. He’d felt, at the time, like he’d be happy lying in Angelo’s bed forever, just kissing. And maybe sometimes getting up to eat and whatever, but mostly just taking kiss after kiss after kiss.
“God, Yuri, you look dreamy as fuck. I haven’t seen you this goofy since boarding school.”
He buried his hot face in his hands. “God, stop it. I do not.” Even though he knew he probably did. It was why he’d
