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Part of him was amused at the idea of seeing Everett have a crash out over him. There was something about it that made him feel adored. "Just say you love me Everett shit," he teased knowing it wasn't the appropriate response but he knew the other was holding back on his own feelings. Maybe it was a defense mechanism to protect himself which Sonny could understand. "All I need is one," he whispers leaning in stealing a kiss from him as if to accept it the challenge straight from his lips. He understood there was a lot for them to discuss and work through before they could get back to feeling comfortable and happy with each other. Until then there would be an obvious barrier of anxiety between them. At the mention of Beyonce, Sonny screwed up his face laughing. "I mean I listened to Cowboy Carter," he shrugged lightly giving Everett a squeeze. "How about you have you listened to more Noah Khan?"

"Not making it that easy on you." Everett snarked back immediately, tugging carefully at Sonny's hair. He would have been content to stay there on Sonny's lap and trade lazy kisses for the rest of the car ride, a feeling of easy seeping into him for the first time that night, but as tempting as it was, he didn't ignore Sonny's question. "What song? How about you recommend me one later and I'll recommend you one?" Cowboy Carter had certainly not been where he was going with that remark, but there would be plenty more opportunities to flirt with Sonny in the future if he was being sincere about wanting that chance, and it wasn't like he didn't already know Everett was easy in certain ways. Steve would probably appreciate the delay, if nothing else, or the warning the turn up his own music, Everett realized, even if the man's presence wasn't actually a deterrent to him.

"Oh yes please," Sonny sighed already feeling relaxed as his hands easily slid over Everett's hips loosely holding onto him. "Okay good because I honestly don't know if we have enough time. Maybe if we're cuddling in my bed and you're looking at me with your judgey yet loving eyes I'll give away all my secrets." He whispers lightly pressing his thumbs into his abdomen. At the question of whether or not Sonny couldn't kiss him at some body he enthusiastically nodded his head. "Uh yeah how about right after I told you we shouldn't see each other anymore. Or when I was obviously trying to get you out of my system with other people. Cause by doing those things I gave you up which means giving up the right to kiss you. Then I saw you tonight," he heard some rumors from mutual friends of Everett attempting to move on but he quickly stopped listening for his own well being. "And was like, uh yeah no I want him that's my man." He quickly cringed before adding, "If you wanted to be but maybe more accurately you're the man I want, person I want whatever. I like you. I want you. Maybe shit for me would still happen if I didn't give you up but a lot has changed Everett. What I feel for you though it's only gotten stronger. Okay?" He leans in pressing their foreheads together.

"If you ever do something like that to me again, I'm going to lash out until whatever fancy PR team you have is going to recommend pressing charges." Everett said as he leaned into the contact, arms wrapping around Sonny's shoulders. It wasn't a threat as much as it was an acknowledgement because even though he liked to consider himself reasonable and rational, Everett knew that he completely fell apart when it came to Sonny. The man was far too deep beneath his skin and every reaction to him felt so visceral, so unavoidable. Chances were that it would take more than one night to earn his trust back and make him drop his guard. "You get a chance, okay?" Because it wasn't going to be that easy for him to forget everything Sonny said or made him feel just because he was being sweet now, things didn't work that way. Even with Everett wanting to try again, that uncertainty and fear of being hurt was enough to have a single remark putting him on edge and there was that lingering worry that Sonny wouldn't want to put the effort in to fix things, wouldn't acknowledge the damage he caused. But then again, Everett wasn't sure how much he wanted to admit to being hurt, either. "You need to listen to more Beyoncé, by the way." He said out of nowhere, trying to guide the conversation to lighter topics.

"Oh I'm sure you will he's been eager to meet you," Sonny sighs remembering too many drunken nights when he went home alone whining about missing the man next to him. A similar whine left him when Everett told him to keep talking. "Oh come on I don't wanna talk that's not the other thing I would like to do with you tonight," he groans pulling Everett closer to him lazily laying his head back on the headrest gazing over at him with pleading eyes. "Can we just skip to the part where we're stupid happy, I can kiss you whenever I want and we accept we don't want to be with anyone else?" He questions biting on his bottom lip with a hopeful expression. "You don't seriously want to hear the emotional journey I went on between then and now. If so I may require serious physical contact to support me through it. So your call Lang."

Everett didn't know exactly what he was expecting, but the fact Sonny managed to make him feel better was a surprise - and a good one at that. Silent the entire time Sonny was talking, Everett watched him and didn't wait for an invitation before shifting, sliding into Sonny's lap just like Sonny had teased earlier. "I do want, but it doesn't have to be now." But he did want to hear about the emotional journey because until that wall inside, Everett hadn't realized there was any sort of journey at all. For a guy that prided himself on being able to read people, that seemed like a glaring oversight. He wasn't fully convinced it was as extreme as Sonny said, especially considering it was his job to be dramatic, but Everett certainly hoped it was real. "Tell me first, did you really think there was ever a time you couldn't kiss me whenever you wanted?" He questioned, voice quiet as he dragged his fingers through Sonny's hair.

"You better hope I don't make you sit on my fucking lap at this point," Sonny grinned kissing him fiercely again. When he broke away he reached for his phone sending a quick text before looking to Everett again. "I have a driver now. He'll be out front in five minutes. Anyone you wanted to say goodbye to?" Sonny teased biting his lower lip before starting to move them out of the club. When they got outside he noticed his car waiting for them. "After you," he gestured opening the door for the other. "You two should get to know each other. Everett, Steve. Steve, Everett." What did not help Sonny in this situation was Steven making a comment about hearing about Everett. "Okay that's enough," Sonny laughed sarcastically putting up the privacy divider between the front and back seat of the SUV. "He's chatty," Sonny explained reaching for Everett's hand. "I want you to know. I want to fuck you but if you don't want to I'm okay with that. I really did miss you, I know I fucked up. That's not an excuse but it's true."

"No." It didn't occur to Everett that maybe Sonny wanted to see if he'd try to say goodbye to the guy he nearly hooked up with or anything else. Everett didn't really care about anyone else there, but that was only part of the reason he was frowning. "If you have a driver, why am I hoping you don't put me in your lap?" It wasn't a come on, it was a genuine question that warred with the oddity of Sonny having a driver. Maybe it was because of how long they'd known each other, but sometimes Everett forgot that Sonny was supposed to be someone popular and important. "Hi, Steve." Was it some kind of common thing to have a driver or was Sonny just being lazy, Everett didn't know and was fully prepared to interrogate the driver on what kind of passenger Sonny happened to be, except the man beat him to talking and gave Everett an entirely new reason to question him because what did he mean that he'd heard about Everett? What the fuck had Sonny said about him? When? And why? "Hey, I wanted to hear about that. Steve, we'll catch up later, okay?" Everett said quickly, trying to get the words out before the partition finished closing. "I'm going to chat with him." It was a promise as well as a warning as Everett laced his fingers together with Sonny's, relaxing into the seat only to immediately start to tense up again. If not for Sonny prefacing his statement with I want to fuck you, Everett's mind would have gone spiraling down a rabbit hole trying to figure out what happened between the wall inside and the car to make Sonny change his mind, what he'd done that damn fast. Even with that, Everett still felt off-balanced by the remark, letting out a breath as he pushed down the urge to lash out. "Keep talking." He said after possibly too long of a silence.

He would have liked to allow partner to continue dozing blissfully had it not been for the pins and needles running through his arm. The author tried to ignore it upon first tug back into consciousness. He had made it for a solid two or so minutes before trying to wriggle into a more comfortable position which only led them to their current arrangement. "I can't cuddle you without my arm," Rowan attempted to reason, playful despite the mutually sleepy state. A sigh of relief came once he was able to pull arm out from underneath Everrett. He adjusted to lay on his stomach, instead, before tossing an arm across partner's torso. Not quite holding him there but yet another point of contact. "Hm... Dunno. It must have autoplayed something when we both dozed off."

"You have other body parts." Everett grumbled simply for the sake of being difficult even as he let Rowan have his arm back. Maybe he should have politely woken up, but the recent string of late nights had gotten to him and there were few things more tempting that a warm bed and someone to curl up against. The arm slung around him did help to make up for it, prompting Everett to smile as he hummed and reached absently to pat at Rowan's arm, as if to tell him good job. "I don't want to find out how long we've been asleep." At least the sun was still up, but there was the nagging feeling that it was likely too long even though there wasn't anything pressing that Everett needed to be doing, relaxing almost feeling like a privilege.

With all the emotional weight of the day Lucia took the opportunity to sit on his stairs, needing to catch her breath. Of course she would agree to a DNA test - if that's what he needed she wasn't afraid. A soft passed her lips at his mention of help. "I want you to know that's not why I am here. I am not trying to get anything from you. Just so we're clear," she reminds him for once feeling fully capable of supporting not only herself but another person. Motherhood has changed her outlook on life. When she hears his tone shift she shakes her head immediately putting that concern out of his mind. "No no he never got violent just loud," she sighs running her hands over her face. "Whenever he would start Valentina would just wail and that made him worse." Biting on her lower lip she admires him with their daughter for a moment. "That's her name Valentina," she whispers licking her lips. Not sure if it was worth pointing out the last time they had sex was Valentine's Day. "And I don't know what is next for me, or her or you or anything but we're here now. Well for now I don't know. Did you want to ask me anything else?"

"Doesn't matter. I'm still offering." It would have been a lie to say he didn't think that's what she came for, because that was the first thing he accused her of, and Nic wasn't sure yet i it was accurate to say that he wanted to help. It may have been unclear if he wanted to help Lucia, but Nic knew that if this was his daughter, he had a duty to help her. May offer some low level of help anyway because for all his faults, being cruel and careless around children wasn't one of them. "Idiot." Scare a kid, of course they're going to scream more, and it sounded like he wasn't fit to have around an infant. "Valentina… You did good, getting away from him." Had she done good by getting away from him as well? Debatable, but also besides the point because what mattered is that when it came down to it, Lucia did what she needed to in order to protect her baby and Nic respected that enough to swallow his pride and give her credit where it was due. "You want me to ask around about jobs?" God knew that between all of his cousins, someone had to know someone that was hiring and besides… that was a small effort. A word dropped at lunch and it would spread.

As a young woman loved attention Gwen thrived on catching Saul's eye. While education wasn't that important to her she would do almost anything to keep a man's attention all to herself. So ironically spending time with him meant she was actually getting assignments done. Which is why she felt a thrill rush down her spin as she heard him stand up from his desk anticipating his touch. Gwen even went as far to wear a blazer without anything underneath to give him direct access to what he wanted, her best asset. As much as she wanted to keep her tone neutral it was nearly impossible. The blonde hummed before managing a reply, biting on her lip to avoid letting out a moan. "It's fine," she shrugged trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "I just want to get it done so it's mediocre at best. How's the grading come professor?" She questioned wanting to do her best to avoid having to speak right now.

By all rights, Gwen wasn't someone he should be putting his hands on, but Saul couldn't imagine any man seeing someone with a figure like hers and not having their cock twitch. Maybe he would have felt worse about it if Gwen didn't seem so willing, but the blazer without anything underneath it made her so easily accessible that he couldn't help but see it as anything other than an invitation. "Look at you, my little harder worker." He murmured, squeezing her tits and feeling his fingers sink into soft flesh. Every single day that he didn't leave them marked up and bruised was a miracle and Saul pressed his mouth against the side of her jaw in a lingering kiss before answering, "Mediocre at best. Half of them don't know how to follow format directions, the other half don't know how to write. Guess they're not as hardworking as you."

While Sonny may have had his pick of whoever he wanted there was only one person who was able to keep his attention. That person was completely out of his fucking league but Everett didn't realize that. Now he was confident enough to have a temporary time of joy with him before he came to that conclusion on his own. When his attempt at a response was cut off with a kiss Sonny made sure it was a direct expression of what he wanted to say. His mouth staying connected to Everett's sucking on his bottom lip before plunging his tongue into his mouth desperate to taste as much of him as possible. Already he was cock was throbbing sure that Everett could feel it. "Are you gonna let me take you home now or not?" He groaned against his mouth not even caring if they fucked tonight all he wanted was to have Everett all to himself.

Kissing Sonny was always the kind of distraction that could steal an endless chunk of time, the heated kind of exchange where Everett forgot about things like where they were and anything else he was supposed to be doing because the only thing that mattered was Sonny and the spit trail left connecting their lips when they pulled apart. "Yes, you idiot." He said, voice soft and fond in spite of himself. They were pressed so closely, but Everett wanted to be closer and knew they needed to move for that even if the idea of space between them seemed terrible. "Full disclosure, I might feel you up on the ride there." Because even with as angry as he could be with Sonny, it didn't stop him from wanting Sonny, and each moment felt stolen in a way, as if he needed to grab onto it tightly or lose the chance completely.

The fact that he thinks she's here because she needs something from him makes Lucia incredibly frustrated. It took a lot of strength for her not to overreact in the moment. Rather she took a deep breath shaking her head. "That's not why I came here. I am not looking for help or a handout from you. Simply to inform you so you heard it from me if tongues start wagging around here," he sighs before reluctantly handing over her daughter to Nic. Although she was his biologically she knew that didn't always matter to parents, especially fathers. Being a parent and behaving like one were different. Just because he already had a son did not mean he would be the same man towards her daughter. "Right now I'm staying with my sister until I get a job and find a suitable place for us. She has the room so it's not a huge deal," she sighs running her hands through her hair. Naturally her daughter doesn't fuss with him like she does with most strangers as if she knew he was someone she could innately trust. "If you want to get a test to confirm I won't be offended it's fair." She sighed shrugging her shoulders as she wiped at her face. "I'll answer whatever questions you have jut please can we keep it calm. She's been around enough anger I don't want her getting upset okay?"

That was a valid concern, he realized, because Nic was the kind of guy that came from a large family and had a lot of connections in the area. Someone who knew him would also remember Lucia, and if they saw her with a baby that seemed to be a suspicious age, of course they'd let him know. They may let him know anyway, Nic realized, and he wondered if Lucia would have fled far away from Nic and his ring of associates if not for her sister. Maybe she still would once she managed to get enough money, but he pushed that thought away to focus on the little girl in his arms. He had a lot of unpleasant emotions when it came to his failed family of before and the idea that Lucia might have otherwise kept this from him… Nic very carefully breathed through the anger of another man raising his child, Lucia playing happy homemaker. "A test, then we'll figure out how I can help." Nic determined, offering his finger to the child. While guilty of many unsavory things, neglecting his child, if she was his, wouldn't be one of them. Even if Lucia herself denied his help and didn't want it, surely she wouldn't reject something to help the baby. His first question was going to be about the baby's name, but then Lucia mentioned anger and Nic found himself looking at Lucia for the first time since taking the baby, his eyes narrowing. "Did he hurt you?"

When Sonny said he wanted to hear how pissed Everett was with him he expected a lot of emotion yet the reality was worse than he thought. "Why do you think I went running off with other people trying to avoid you?" Sonny laughed shaking his head. "Because I wanted to fuck away my feelings for you. I was naive enough to think that I could do that. So every fucking time I saw you even talk to someone my blood boiled with rage and jealousy," he snarled tightly squeezing his thighs. "I don't want you to find someone else. You probably could find someone else -" he sighs pressing his face into the other's shoulder hating he was admitting his true feelings right now. Slowly he lifted his head staring deep into Everett's eyes. "As pissed as you are at me, I'm more angry with myself okay? I lost you once I'm not doing it again got it?"

Because he wasn't interested, because he'd already said he found Everett annoying, because he wanted something different in bed, the possible answers to that were endless and the way Sonny laughed wasn't helping convince Everett that this was anything more than Sonny being pissed at the idea of anyone else having him while Sonny had his pick of people. It was petty and spiteful, but Everett couldn't help the way he wanted Sonny to hurt the way he had, and he didn't regret for a moment that Sonny felt angry and jealous. Yet when Sonny pressed his face against Everett's shoulder, Everett still threaded fingers through messy curls and pressed a kiss to Sonny's head. As their eyes met, Everett still didn't know if he believed Sonny, but he knew that he wanted to, even if it was foolish. "Then prove it." He whispered quietly, tugging at Sonny's hair before leaning in to kiss him.

"I am definitely not complaining when it comes to you," Gabe laughed before letting out a sigh at Everett's suggestion of a way to thank him for earlier. The way the other kept moving against him was incredibly distracting from him making any kind of real response. Without thinking he kept his hands kneading against his plump ass knowing he would get to enjoy that part of him soon enough. "That seems like a very good place to start," he whispers reaching to sink his fingers into the other's dark hair pulling him back enough to kiss, eagerly sucking on his bottom lip when he pulled away. "Feel free to get on your knees when you like handsome."

Despite what he'd said, it was tempting to sit right there to let Gabe play with his ass as long as he liked while rocking back and forth in his lap, but disappointing Gabe by going back on his word wasn't ever part of his plan. Humming into the kiss with a sense of contentment that only seemed to come from being with Gabe, Everett nodded and didn't hesitate before shifting back to get out of Gabe's lap and sit between his spread legs. Pressing a kiss to the inside of one of Gabe's thighs, Everett reached to start working on the zipper of his pants and felt saliva begin to pool inside his mouth in automatic anticipation.

"No it's not illegal just immoral," Beaux shrugged knowing that what he was about to propose was not exactly the most honest. Yet it appeared that both of them had something the other needed. "Look it's simple. My mom is really on my case about me settling down - she's visiting me here in the city so to make that a less painful experience for me it would be helpful if I could bring someone to dinner. You know," he gestures hoping she would get the idea of where this was headed. "As like a girlfriend or something she would get off my back about it. Hell we could even pretend we're married for all I care it's not like it's serious and then by the time I talk her again I'll just like make something up about us breaking up an annulment or something they call it right? Anyways, you can stay here in the mean time and well I'll have to make sure you look the part."

"Oh, well, if it's immoral, that's not such a big deal." She joked with a small laugh, an instinctual cover for any lingering unease. Not necessarily on her part, but also to put him at ease even if he didn't seem bothered at all, but maybe he wasn't used to strange women in his bed. "Wow, that seems so dated. But yeah, that's not bad, that actually sounds like a fun con? Not that I go around conning people or anything." There were probably parents that would warn about stranger danger and how he could be a serial killer and she shouldn't trust him, but Arabella liked to believe the best of people and she couldn't deny how helpful it would be for her if it got her a few days where she didn't have to worry. A night for dinner, then maybe showing up to tell her goodbye in a day or two, or at least that's what Arabella assumed. It would be easy. "Okay, so what do I need to know? I can't pass myself off as your girl if we're strangers."