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Remi’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “Well, none of those things have come to fruition, so… I guess neither of you have made any money. But you’re both terrible brothers.” He continued with a sigh. “Yeah, I have seen them. What about them? Some of them are pretty gross, Harrison.” Remi laughed, knowing tha this brother hadn’t been completely serious. He rolled his eyes when Harry busted a move. “Oh, wow, so good.” He said in a completely monotone voice with a slow clap to accompany it. “God, Harrison. Have you no shame?” But he didn’t really care. He smiled at his brother and stood. “Sure, of course, after you.”

“Not all our bets involve you, Rem. But yeah, I’ll admit I’m not the best brother. I’m a better friend.” He gave Remi a glare and replied, “I don’t stare at the ugly ones. Just the hot ones. And some of the married ones.” He laughed af Remi question because he’d heard it so many times that it now seemed like a funny question to ask. “Shame, sure. Just not for things I don’t remember. Although I do remember you buying me a drink so...you contributed.” Harrison took his phone out and ordered an Uber. He never liked to drive if he was going to a bar. “So, the question is...how much shame do you have?”

“Oh jeez.” Frankie rolled his eyes because Harrison was so conceited. “Well, I guess hookers need a way of making money too. That is why people pay for them, and also not everyone is sinking in bitches like their standing in quicksand.” He shook his head laughing. “I met your bro. He is pretty fun so you’re definitely lying.” Frankie poked Harrison in the middle of his chest. “Do people call you Harry?”

“Are you trying to tell me that you’re a hooker? Cause I don’t judge. Like I said, if you can get people to pay you, good for you.” Harrison raised his eyebrow in confusion. “Wait, do you mean Hudson or Remi? Cause Hud’s funny and Remi’s...Remi. He’s fun...sometimes.” Harrison laughed and then unbuttoned the top of his shirt to show off some of his chest. “Not unless they see my chest.”

Lex shook his head, still all grins. Nothing could deter him. “You’re a tough nut, you know that?” He asked, his hands on his jeans. he thought about the situation for a moment then shrugged. “I don’t have a damned thing to lose, so why not?” He pushed his jeans back down. “Cancel it.”

“The toughest. But you are a stubborn nut.” He watched Lex take his pants off and he smiled softly before letting out a quick laugh. “I...uh...didn’t actually order an Uber. I usually wail til they’re dressed. There’s something about watching a guy getting dressed...” He shrugged. “So this is different. And I’m not sure what happens now. But you wanted breakfast right?”

“I don’t know. One of these days I expect my family to get caught up in some kind of illegal scandal and our money will be taken away. I have to be prepared for these things, you know?” He ignored her question about reaching for the wrong end. If she didn’t get it, he wasn’t going to explain it. Sometimes words slipped out of his mouth without him meaning to. He had to resist turning his head to kiss her on the lips. “You just got lucky I guess. We both did.”

“What else concerning me have the two of you bet on? I got the paper plant because he’s going to get the lumberyard. And you’re not getting shit, apparently.” Remi answered, “But then you never wanted it, did you?” He sighed, “I’ve been to a gay bar, yes, Harrison. I went to a gay bar with you on your twenty-first birthday but you were pretty lit by the time I got there.” He shrugged. “Fuck you. I got good moves.”

“Whether you’re gay, if you’ll get married first, how many illegitimate children you’ll have...different things.” Harrison shook his head and stuck his tongue out as if he was grossed out. “Nope, I don’t want any of that. Just leave me with the money and the men. Have you seen the lumberyard workers?” He got up and showed off a few of his moves. “Oh yeah, I think I had a threesome that night. Or maybe I dreamt about it. I can’t remember. But alright, let’s go to a gay bar.”

“I didn’t say you were a challenge, I said what you said sounded like a challenge. And, if it wasn’t, how else am I supposed to interpret it?” He laughed, looking down at the shorter male as he came to him, complimented him, and tugged at his jeans. “And I didn’t ask you to catch feelings, either. Who’s sayin’ anything about a romance? I meant a second go. Or a third. Maybe a friends with benefits sort of thing? Seems like I might be your cup of tea, for today anyway.”

“You interpret it as...your Uber is five minutes away. Should I cancel it?” He turned around and tugged at his own hair. Thinking about Izzy or anyone in a more than friendly way really bugged him. He really had enjoyed sleeping with Lex. And if it was only sex, what would be the issue. He turned back around. “If I cancel it, you have to take your pants back off.”

Remi’s jaw dropped, “Why in the hell would you guys have a bet that I’m adopted?” He asked, still looking confused. “Fine, let’s go to a gay bar. I don’t mind going to one… I’m pretty open minded, don’t you think?” He arched a brow. “Oh, shut the hell up. Most people don’t care about technique.”

“We bet about a lot of stuff. He tends to lose. It’s no wonder you’re the one running the paper and not him.” Harrison smiled. “Have you ever been to a gay bar?” he asked curiously. “I guess your white boy dancing can possibly attract an equally dorky guy. Or girl. Or plant.”

Gypsy laughed when he missed her tongue, the fact that he’d even tried to catch it had been hilarious to her – it reminded her of when she was little and her dad wasn’t a total asshole. “Thanks! I appreciate that. No one cares that much about the money anyway.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “It’s the title that counts.” With that, she winked at him to let him know she was kidding. “Oooh, nice ass.” She grabbed at it then laughed again. “I don’t even get half the things you say, but that’s part of the reason I love you so much. C’mon, so we’re not late.”

“I care about the money,” he said as he grabbed his wallet. “Money can buy titles.” He blew a kiss at her in response to her wink. He slipped his pants back on before she could reach his ass and then turned around. “You’re reaching for the wrong end, love.” He put on the rest of his clothes knowing lateness was not an option. “You don’t need to get it. You’re an angel. You’re too good for my language.”

“I don’t know? In case you did repeat… and now I’m determined to get you to do it. Because that sounded like a challenge to me and Kane’s don’t back down from challenges.” Lex beamed.

“I’m not a challenge,” he said softly, turning away from him. He knew his heart belonged to Izzy and that leading Lex on wouldn’t end well. He turned back. “And I don’t catch feelings anyway. Romance is a waste of time.” He got out of bed and approached Lex, tugging at the rim of his pants as he reached him. “But you’re a good fuck so...maybe I’ll climb you again.”

“No, that I can handle. The types that question themselves and don’t think they are worthy and need constant reassurance… those are the types that are a little harder to handle. They get jealous more easily, they get paranoid.”

“Oh.” He paused to think. Was he one of those types? “What do I have to be jealous of? I don’t tend to repeat hookups so it’s not like I’ll catch feelings or anything.”

“Awww, you think I’m beautiful?” Remi asked, hands to his chest. He was exaggerating his emotion, of course, and let his hands fall back to his lap then sighed. “All right, all right. But I am your favorite of our relatives. I know it, you know it, they know it.” He grinned. “Thanks. I deserve some of your time, you know. We could even go wherever you want. I don’t mind.” He paused and threw Harrison a look. “I dance well, don’t even start.”

Harrison rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes, you’re my favorite family member. But I still have a bet with Hudson that you’re adopted. So don’t get too close,” he joked. “If I choose, we’re going to a gay bar. I don’t know if you’re comfortable with that. And let me just say, ‘well’ does not equate to correct.”

“Well, I know it enough for the both of us so I guess that’s all that matters.” She answered with a smile and her tongue poking out just slightly at him. “You’re so mean!” She feigned shock again. “You should say that I’m the cuter one. Or at least the more beautiful one.” Gypsy folded her arms across her chest. “You boys take so long to get ready.” She laughed and shook her head. “What does that even mean?”

He made a motion to grab her tongue before retracting his hand to continue getting dressed. “You are the more beautiful one. You’re the first place trophy and I’m the prize money. Just try and call me a dork now.” He put on the jockstrap and shook his ass at her. “Sorry we boys have to get ready. We can’t just stay ready like you.” He put the rest of his clothes back on before replying, “It means Satan uses me as his jockstrap. And it’s hot.”

Lex looked up at the ceiling and sighed then let his head drop back down so he could look at Harrison once more. “You’re not one of those types, are you?”

“What types? The type that craves attention and approval and compliments?”

“I kind of take you for the type to pay for hookers actually. Throwing money at them like it’s their birthday, and shit.” Frankie shrugged as he put his cigarette between his lips. “You the black sheep of your siblings?” He lit the cigarette, and kind of felt bad for Harrison. Frankie couldn’t imagine feeling that way about his mom. They were so close, and she was the most important person in his life.

“Nope, just strippers and drag queens. I don’t think hookers are a good use of money. People are so desperate to have sex for free, why would I pay them?” He nodded at Frankie’s question. “But I’m also the only one in my family with a great personality. So I was bound to be the black sheep.”

“I do, yeah, I guess.” Lex answered, looking at the other man in the bed before him. “Why when I could have company?”

“Yeah, sounds like you really meant that,” he said with a laugh. “You really want my company? You aren’t bored of me yet?”

“I didn’t come for your love of fuckboys, I was simply making fun of you and saying you don’t find beauty in anything else. Which we both know is a lie because you love dance so you find beauty in that, at the very least.” Remi gave his brother another smile. “You think everything is a waste of time. Except chasing the next boy. So, let’s go dancing. We’ll at least have fun. I don’t need or want anyone. I just wanna spend some time with my brother.”

“I find beauty in plenty of people. You for instance. You’re beautiful. You tend to open your mouth and ruin it...” He laughed and then stated, “Now, that’s coming for you.” He gave Remi another punch and then leaned over to lay his head on his shoulder. “I guess I can take a night off to hang out with you. Just don’t be discouraged if I stop you mid-dance because you’re doing it wrong.”

“You’re a fucking dork, Hairm. You know that, right?” Gypsy asked with the shake of her head. She pulled her wig off and put it on him briefly before putting it back on. “Are you implying that I’m less attractive than you on the outside but not on the inside? Because you’re supposed to think I’m cuter than you.” She pouted. “You’re not Satan, shut up.”

“I know no such thing.” He placed his jockstrap on her head and took it back the same way she had with the wig.. “I was only agreeing with what you said. You said I was cuter. I’m not going to object.” He began to undress so he could have the jockstrap already on. “Yeah, but I’m Satan’s little jockstrap.”