“Pretty sure I don't give two shites about your opinion.” Angelo grinned at the guard, but it felt more like a grimace. “Where were you when his boyfriend beat the ever-loving shit out of him?”
“Based on what I know of the timeline, probably London.” He stared back at Angelo with hostility. “I was hired on after that cock-up occurred.”
“Prince Yuri has all new guards since the 'incident,' as none of them were able to keep him safe,” Roger supplied.
“Oh. Well.” Angelo felt like a complete idiot for not realizing that.
“Just let us the hell in, Sam,” Roger said. “It's been a really shite day. I could use a drink.”
“It's your funeral. Himself is in a mood.” He stepped back from the door and motioned them inside.
Roger grunted. “It seems that's going around.”
Angelo ignored him and pushed past both guards. He'd never been to this new house and wasn't sure where he was going, but the building was small. It couldn't be too hard to find one prince. The new house had been obtained after the incident, as Roger had called it, because it was more security friendly.
“Your highness, a moment please.”
Angelo stopped stalking through the house when he heard the valet’s voice. “Yes, Philippe? How’s Yuri? The guard said he was in a bad way. Has something happened?”
Philippe rolled his dark eyes with exasperation. It was an expression Angelo was familiar with, although it was more often directed at Yuri than at him. “The prince is fine. Or as fine as he ever is. He's not in very good spirits at the moment, although he's not disclosed why. Tread lightly.”
“If Yuri was in a pleasant mood, I'm not sure I'd recognize him. Where is he?”
“His study. It's the first door at the top of the stairs.”
Walking past the valet, Angelo took the stairs two at a time. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. “Yuri?” he called out. Still no response. Taking the only option left, Angelo opened the door.
The study looked to Angelo like it had started life as a bedroom. The room had several bookcases, a desk with a computer, and a large leather sofa. Yuri was on the sofa, asleep, a book on his stomach and a slight frown on his face. Whatever his dreams were, they didn’t seem to be pleasant ones.
Instead of touching Yuri’s shoulder, Angelo did the first thing that occurred to him. He crawled on top of Yuri and lay on him, tossing the book carelessly to the floor along the way.
Not opening his eyes, Yuri said, “Go ‘way.”
“No,” Angelo said. “I came all this way, dragging Roger with me. I’m not leaving now.”
Yuri’s eyes blinked open. “Who’s Roger, is he cute, and are we having a threesome? You bring me the best presents, Daddy.”
Angelo frowned. “I thought you weren’t going to call me Daddy, because, and I quote, ‘ew.’”
“Valid point.” Yuri wrinkled his nose. “Why are you here?”
“Reasons. Do you really want a threesome?” Angelo didn’t think that was ever going to be on his sexual menu, no matter how gay—or bi—he ended up being. He thought of a man touching Yuri and wanted to break something. Preferably the other man’s face, who would not be Roger, because Roger knew what was good for him.
Yuri shrugged as best as he could under Angelo. It came out as a delicious little wriggle that his cock liked a lot, thank you so very much. “In theory, yeah. Not sure about real life. It would be hot as fuck, you know, but seriously awkward afterward. Like, what would we do with him after we were done? I don’t think you can just give the guy a good tip and send him on his merry way.”
Angelo snorted. “That is impolite at the very least.” He liked that Yuri’s theoretical threesome contained him by default as far as Yuri was concerned. “And who said I wanted double the dick in my life? Yours is bad enough.”
“My dick is amazing.” Yuri wriggled again to demonstrate.
“And your ego is so tiny.”
Yuri tapped his finger against his lip, looking thoughtful. “At least my dick isn’t tiny.”
Angelo frowned. “Are you insinuating my dick is tiny?” He could feel it grow harder, as if proving he had a huge dick through inflation was something his body felt the need to prioritize at that moment.
“I wasn’t insinuating anything.”
“You’re a brat, princess. Do you want to get spanked?”
Yuri looked up at Angelo, one eyebrow dubiously raised. “Um. Yeah. Have you not been paying attention at all?” His wiggle transformed into a sinuous roll of his hips.
Angelo gasped. “Princess, god.”
“Why are you here, Angelo?” Yuri asked again as he ground his cock against Angelo’s.
“Fuck!” All of this had no doubt been a terrible idea and a waste of time, but with Yuri’s body under his, it was hard to keep all that at the forefront of his mind.
Yuri leaned up to kiss Angelo’s jaw sweetly. “I’m not opposed.” Angelo’s problem, of course, was that most of him wasn’t opposed, either, despite everything. Or because of it. Or maybe, it was both. At the moment, Angelo had no idea. “Don’t think you’re opposed, either, Angel. Are you?”
“Can you just shut up for five minutes?” Angelo asked. “I need to think.” What I really need is to get inside Yuri’s body. At this point, I don’t care how dumb or gay or fucked up all this is. I need inside him.
“Probably not,” Yuri said, sounding cheerful about it.
Angelo groaned. “Try.”
Yuri gave Angelo an exaggerated eye roll. “If you really want me to shut up, make me.”
So Angelo kissed him.
21
Yuri Is Contagious
Yuri felt like he could just lie there and let Angelo kiss him for hours and hours. He didn’t care that he’d essentially dared Angelo to kiss him and Angelo had never backed away from any dare in
