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Crushes sucked on their own, but when they were on your best friend they were far worse, Michael had discovered.  He hated that his stomach would flip when Ray gave a particularly large smile, or when he laughed loudly for once. It was a rare treat, and Michael was a sucker for it. It was almost embarrassing how much it improved his day.

The prince gave a sigh. That was, in essence, exactly the problem. He knew that Ray was only trying to comfort him, but he was doing quite the opposite. “I know, and it’s bloody terrifying. I’m not ready for this.” Now that his father, the current king, had fallen ill, there was a scramble in preparing Gavin in the event that he would need to take over.

Michael had been right. He'd been fucking right, and there hadn't been a damn thing he could've done to stop this.

Ryan had been a threat from the moment he'd met the man, let alone the moment when he turned up on his and Geoff's doorstep with Ray on his arm. Michael hated to admit that they'd been helpless, but they really, really had; Ryan had dug his claws deep into Ray and carefully turned up the heat until he was unwilling to leave.