with tousled blond hair that are feisty and fun and are called Kieran.” He was teasing with the last part, but he hoped to hell Kieran understood what he was trying to say.
“That narrows your field a bit,” Kieran said dryly. At least the snap of temper had left his voice.
“Until now the field was empty,” Jason smiled.
“So why the staring?”
“Don’t you think this conversation is a bit heavy for the first date?”
“Are we actually on a date?” Kieran said thoughtfully. “Aren’t we just having two weeks of sex? Is dating included in that?”
“We won’t be having sex all the time.” Even as Jason said the words he wanted to retract the sentiment. Actually, unless there was a major incompatibility issue in bed, he was pretty much going to want to have a bit of Kieran on a daily basis. Doing that meant he could keep all the shit in his head to one side, and he didn’t care who he admitted that to.
“So the staring at Max…?” Kieran persisted. How did Jason go about explaining his thought process at the time?
Finn spoke from behind them, “I think we’d all be interested in that one, Hollywood.” He sounded more amused than angry, but this wasn’t the impression Jason had wanted to make on his first time out with Kieran.
Jason groaned low in his throat and realised he couldn’t turn and face Finn. Not with his erection pressing so hard against his fly. Talk about flashing his arousal in his host’s face.
“I apologise,” Jason said. He was talking to both Finn and Kieran, but it was Kieran’s eyes he looked into. “When I walked in, I was confronted by a wall of pretty. I kind of zoned out.”
Kieran smirked up at him. “A wall of pretty?”
“Uh-huh,” Jason said softly.
Kieran reached up and wrapped his hands around the back of Jason’s neck. “You think you’re slick, don’t you?” he said softly.
“I can be,” Jason answered. They kissed and were broken apart by a cough and a loud “Beer needed.” Kieran brought the drinks and led them back to the sitting room and to four smirking faces. Handing out the beers and d