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Quin's eyes snapped towards Jonas, his eyes only on the other males face. It was easier to look away from his body once he already looked at it, but that didn't mean it was a simple task. Listening to the man and seeing him wink, Quin held back any sort of reaction, no matter how his body reacted.
Feeling himself dampening his boxers, Quin thought it would be best to change before leaving. He had no idea Jonas could smell his arousal, so he believed to be safe from either man knowing of his 'problem' under the table.
Nodding his head, Quin stood up and went over to the cupboards, taking out some plates for the food and grabbing a fork, standing alongside Casey and passing them to him as he glanced at his friend. "Ready to serve?" He asked, his voice low, finding no need to raise his tone when he was already close enough to Casey.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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