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Sean hummed in acknowledgment, leaning down to kiss Aidan. Giving a low sigh of appreciation, Aidan wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and pulled him into the kiss. His hips shuddered, grinding against Sean as his now hard cock rubbed against his flat stomach. He suspected that by the time they managed to leave Sean’s apartment, they would be sore and tender all over.

A strange rustling noise brought Aidan’s head back with a bewildered frown. It was only as he watched the front door to the apartment swing open that he realized what he’d been hearing had been a set of keys in the lock. Before he could do anything but give a choked gasp, the other three members of their team poured into the room.

Nick rolled his eyes. “I can’t tell when you’re being serious anymore.”

“I’m stone-cold serious,” Matt said, frowning at his best friend.

“Anyone who thinks the movies did a better job of telling the story of Lord of the Rings is obviously brain-damaged. Which, to be fair, we already knew about you,” Nick shot back.

“They were absolute masterpieces, able to take everything Tolkien rambled on about for thousands of pages and make it coherent and enjoyable!”

“If you like the cliff notes versions, sure.”

Matt huffed, turning to Ricardo, who was no longer distracted by the argument and was staring at Aidan and Sean. “Ricardo, tell him the movies are better.”

Ricardo cleared his throat. “Uh?—”

That was all it took for Matt and Nick to turn in bewilderment toward the couch. Aidan and Sean hadn’t moved,frozen in complete shock as they stared back at their startled teammates.

“Oh shit,” Matt managed with extreme eloquence.

Nick averted his eyes with a laugh. “Damn you guys, what the fuck?”

Sean snorted, pushing himself upright. “What do you mean, what the fuck? You barge into my apartment and act shocked when you see something a locked door is supposed to keep you away from?”

Ricardo chuckled, holding up his key ring and a plastic bag. “We texted you about a movie night tonight. Like...two days ago.”

“You did?” Sean asked in bewilderment.

Matt snorted, covering his mouth. “I guess you’ve been a little preoccupied.”

Aidan sighed, flopping back onto the couch. There was no point trying to hide himself or make excuses. Being naked around his team was a non-issue in Aidan’s book. You got used to it after a while. He and Sean had been caught naked, with Sean on top of him, and there was no hiding that. The only comfort he had left was the fact that the intrusion had killed their hard-ons, so at least they weren’t on total display.

“I guess you took my advice,” Ricardo asked, trying and failing to hide his amusement.

Sean stood up, somehow managing to look dignified despite his red face and complete nudity. “Was still working on it, actually.”

“You were working on something,” Matt said, smirking at Aidan.

“Until you walked in, yeah,” Aidan said in annoyance, sitting up.

Nick groaned. “Oh, God. Please stop. I don’t...oh, Jesus.”

“Problem?” Sean demanded.

Nick peeked around, wincing. “Dude, I know you like dick, and I don’t care that Aidan likes dick. And I don’t care that you guys like each other’s dicks. I just don’t...I don’t want to think about it too much, okay? It’s weird. You’re the team leader and...I don’t want to think about it.”

“Put on some pants, man. You’re traumatizing poor Nick,” Matt said, snickering as he spoke.

“Bite me,” Nick hissed, shoving Matt.

Matt looped his hand around Nick’s neck and pulled him down into a hold. “And I bet you’d like it too.”

Nick flailed at him, trying to punch his side. “Let off!”

Aidan snatched up his shorts from beside the couch, having been cast off at some point during the past few days. He should have known he and Sean’s little getaway from the world wouldn’t last forever. He had no idea where Sean’s shorts ended up, but he suspected they were still in the bathroom.

Sean rolled his eyes as Nick and Matt thudded to the ground, still wrestling. “Make sure they don’t break anything.”