“I...I’m not jealous!” (Cétan)
Agron smiled at Cetan’s reaction as they got back to Agron’s house. It was late and understood that Cetan would be spending the night here as they returned from a dinner and then drinks afterwards. Closing the door behind him, Agron then faced Cetan, the smile unwavering from his lips. “You sure about that?” He teased the younger male. Truth was, Agron felt this thrill over the thought that someone would feel jealous. More so that it was his partner Cetan who felt that way. But of course, Agron would not plant any seeds of doubt in the others mind. He wanted him to know that he was his, completely.
“He’s a friend,” Agron assured him, reaching out to gently cup Cetan’s chin. “Donar is just . . . Donar.” They had always been a bit touchy feely with each other, but Agron saw it as innocent for the most part. Still, Agron knew what some people said, or suggested, but Donar had always been a good friend of Agron’s. He didn’t see the other any other way. “I hope no one fucking said anything to you to make you feel that way?” Agron asked, wanting to make sure Gannicus hadn’t run his mouth to Cetan. He’d have fucking words with him if he did.
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