Tomas and Leo spent a week together in France, taking in the sights, making love every night.Tomas rolled off Leo and settled on his side. The man who had once been his guard was now his lover — and so much more.

“Are you okay?” Leo asked.

“Just thinking about when you were my guard.” Tomas chuckled. “Thanksgiving.”

“When I finally came out and told you I cared about you.”

“It took a lot of years but I have very strong feelings for you, Leo.”

“God, the way you make me feel is so incredible.”

“I — want to date you. Is that okay?” Tomas asked hesitantly.

“You want to date me? And only me?”

“Well, yeah.” Tomas blushed.

Leo smiled. Tomas looked like he did when he was seventeen and Leo found it adorable.

“I would love to, Tomas.”

“Okay, good.” Tomas let out a loud sigh and smiled when Leo tickled his nose. “What?”

“You thought I was going to say no.”

“I’m just — I feel so bad. I hurt you.”

“But you’re here with me now and, according to you, have been looking for me for a very long time.”

“Yep.” Tomas cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I thought you said Theo was helping you?”

“He was. We went to every country he thought you would visit.”

“Wow. That is a lot.”

“Will you go somewhere with me?” Tomas pulled him into his chest.

“I will. Is it dangerous?”

“It’s my mom.”

“Oh, God, it is dangerous.” Leo chuckled and Tomas smacked his ass.

“She’s going to love you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

James took Theo to New York to meet his mother. Theo was so nervous, he was actually sweating in the taxi.

“Will you calm down?” James squeezed Theo’s hand.

“I can’t.” Theo closed his eyes.

“Oh my God, you’re Italian! She’s going to approve.”

“I’m not Tomas, James. I know how much your mom wanted you guys to get married and have kids.”

“I want you and that’s all that matters.”

As they entered the building and headed toward the elevator they ran straight into Leo and Tomas. Theo could see Leo was just as nervous as he was.

“Puke bag?” Theo offered.

“You have one?” Leo looked hopeful.

“Will you stop?” Tomas took Leo’s face in his hands. “My God, you’re Italian. Act like it.”

“Yeah, Leonardo.” James chuckled.

“You, zip it.” Tomas pointed at James. “You look good.”

“So do you. Good luck.”

“You too.” Tomas said as he and Leo got off the elevator.

When the elevator stopped at the next floor, James dragged Theo to his mother’s apartment. Theo looked as if he was going to pass out, which amused James to no end.

“Breathe.”

“This is easy for you. Damon senior raised me, so he’s pretty much my dad. He loves you, so you have nothing to worry about on the parent front.” Theo tried to smile.

“Come on.” James walked into the apartment and could smell his mother’s cooking. He went into the kitchen and called out, “Hey, Mom!”

“James!” Maria rushed to him and hugged him hard.

“You just saw me, Mom.” James snickered.

“Shush! Let me get a good look at your man.” Maria took Theo’s hands in hers. “You are beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Theo blushed.

“You will take good care of my James.”

“I will with my life, Mrs. Greco.”

“Nonsense! You will call me Maria. You will stay for dinner?”

“Yes, Mom.”

Throughout dinner, Maria asked Theo all kinds of questions, which he answered politely.

“You are much bigger than my James.” Maria looked as if she was trying to measure him. “How tall are you?”

“Six-foot-one.”

“He is very muscular, James.” Maria gave her son a sly smile.

“Mom!” James blushed crimson.

“Do you speak Italian, Theo?” Maria asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“You were one of Damon’s boys?”

“Damon came personally to get me.”

“I didn’t know that.” James took his hand. “Oh, God, Theo — I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t remember a lot of it.”

Maria sighed. “Oh, look at the two of you.”

Theo blushed and Maria left to get more wine. James kissed Theo briefly.

“Feel better?”

“Much. I wonder how Leo’s doing.”

Ellena was inspecting Leo. She turned to Tomas and said, “He is very tall and covered in muscles. No wonder you like him.”

“Mom! That’s not the only reason.” Tomas blushed.

“I don’t want to know the others.” Ellena chuckled.

“Oh, God.” Tomas blushed crimson and banged his head on the table.

Leo chuckled and spoke to Ellena in Italian.

“I did not know that. You and Tomas are well suited to each other.”

As soon as Ellena got up, Tomas cocked an eyebrow at Leo. “Ass kisser.”

“She wants grandkids right? I was just letting her know I want kids too.”

“Are you changing your last name too?” Tomas asked.

“If I have to.”

“Really?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Right now I want to take this slowly. The one thing I do know is I want to be with you.”

“I want you too.” Tomas leaned in and their lips met in a light kiss.

“Awww.” Ellena stood with a bottle of wine watching her son. “You two, you are so adorable.” Ellena cupped Leo’s face. “You make my son very happy.”

“He makes me happy.”

“Good! Let’s have wine.”

“Great.” Tomas laughed.

Jensen was looking in the mirror at a mountain of a zit. He hated the damn thing. Besides the one pimple, he also had facial hair growing and hair popping up in certain other places. Speaking of popping up, that was happening too. A lot and at the most inconvenient times. Last week he was praying he wouldn’t be called on in class because they were talking about fractions and he realized he had a boner. Fractions were cause for arousal? Something was seriously wrong with him.

“Look at it!” Jensen sighed, waving his hand at the pimple. “I should plant a flag on it and claim it for my country.”

Hunter chuckled. “Oh, my God, it’s so big!”

“Shut up.” Jensen smacked him.

“We’re teenagers you know. This stuff happens — along with the occasional boner in class.”

“Who told you?” Jensen narrowed his eyes at Hunter.

They both busted out laughing and Jensen heard the front door open.

“Is that Voronova?”

“It is, my friends.”

“Where’s your shadow?” Hunter asked.

“I’m right here, jackass.” Ryan whacked Hunter as he got closer.

Jensen’s face was one of mock shock. “Such language!”

“I think I have a hair on my chin.” Hunter examined his face in the mirror.

Jensen busted out laughing. “Oh, my God! A hair! Shave it off!’

“What is it with the word ‘teen’ on the end of your age that suddenly you have pimples and facial hair?” Evan seemed baffled.

“And uncontrollable boners,” Ryan added.

“I heard boner, therefore, I am here.” Damon poked his head in the room.

“Damon!”

All the guys attacked him and Damon laughed. He sat on the bed watching them all look in the mirror.

“God, I thought only girls did that,” Damon teased.

“We are here!” Landon shouted from the front room.

Jensen smiled. “That would be the rest of our posse.”

“Well, this is interesting.” Landon leaned against the wall.

“Hey, Reynolds, how’s Katiana?” Jensen asked.

“We’re friends remember?” Landon sighed.

“But still says she loves you.” Damon lay back. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

“Lily’s dating, huh?” Landon sat down.

Joshua came in with his arms loaded with food. “Wow, you have all the good snacks.”

“Katarina?” Landon eyed Joshua.

“Oh, off on her date. I’m in the friends zone remember?” Joshua dropped the snacks and sat on the bed.

“Am I the only one with a date?” Jensen asked.

“Shut up, Jensen.” Hunter sprawled on the bed and closed his eyes.

Jensen watched Hunter in the mirror; his arms were behind his head and his biceps were flexing. This wasn’t the first time he had become aroused watching Hunter and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. They were best friends. Hunter had never given any indication that he was anything other than straight. Now Jensen was going out with Viktoriya.

He had kissed her once and Jensen hadn’t felt anything from it, but he had asked her out again anyway thinking maybe it was a fluke. He didn’t want to hurt her but he had to know for sure. Viktoriya was sweet and didn’t deserve that. She was already feeling the loss of Jordan since he went back to Australia.

“Jaime’s party is this weekend,” Damon commented.

“Well if any of us wanted to get first sex out of the way I’m sure she would love to help.” Landon suggested.

“I wouldn’t touch that.” Evan made a face.

“But we could get the penicillin we’d need afterward from Uncle Reece,” Ryan deadpanned.

 “It wouldn’t matter anyway, we’d be banging her and thinking about the one we really care about.” Conner stood in the doorway.

“Stealthy, Greystone.” Ryan cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes, and Colin is in the kitchen.” Conner smiled.

“Isn’t Phoebe out with Stefan?” Damon asked.

“Yup.”

Stefan’s cock was killing him. Phoebe was kissing him and he was so turned on, he felt as though his heart was going to explode. Her hands were running up his chest and he grabbed her ass and pulled her flush against him.

“Stefan,” Phoebe breathed.

“Oh God, we have to stop.” Stefan sat up; Phoebe’s shirt was half off her shoulders, she was breathing hard and Stefan thought she had never looked sexier.

“I thought you wanted this?” Phoebe was finally going to kiss Stefan with tongue and now he was stopping her.

“I have to get control of myself and this is not helping, Phoebs. Don’t get me wrong; God, I want to be with you.”

“Really?”

“God, yes, Phoebe. How many times do I have to tell you I will always want you? I love you.” Stefan took her in his arms and held her close, he nuzzled her neck and smelled her perfume. It smelled so damn good on her, he could have kicked himself for buying it for her.

 

Phoebe pressed against him some more, her hands went into his hair and she rocked her lower body across him. Stefan was trying to control himself but his lips found her neck and he slowly kissed up to her earlobe. Things were getting out of control again and quickly.

“Phoebe, we need to stop.” Stefan pulled away from her.

Phoebe nodded. “I think I better get home.”

Stefan dropped her off and kissed her softly. “I love you Phoebe.”

“I love you too,” Phoebe whispered then went inside.

Stefan looked down at his cock and sighed. “Jesus.”

Viktoriya watched Jensen eat. They were out for pizza after going to a movie. They sat in the back and kissed but Viktoriya knew then that Jensen wasn’t interested. It was a nice kiss and all, it just had no feeling behind it, like he was thinking about someone else and trying to force it into that kiss.

She had been watching Jensen for a few weeks now and saw the way he looked at Hunter longingly when Hunter wasn’t paying attention. She felt bad for him. Even though his parents were gay, it must be hard to have feelings for someone of the same sex and not know whether they felt the same way.

She knew Jordan loved her; he said it every day, sent her cards saying he loved her. The only reason they weren’t together was because he was half a world away. When she had told him she was dating Jensen, she could tell he was hurt but understood.

The last conversation they had was right before her date and she had told Jordan her suspicions; he agreed that she should broach the subject with Jensen and try to be as understanding as possible. Which she would be. She liked Jensen — she was just in love with Jordan.

“So…” Viktoriya sipped her Coke. “How’s Hunter?”

“Fine, I guess.” Jensen played with his milkshake.

“Are you ever going to tell him how you feel?”

Jensen stopped and looked up. “What?”

“You love him, Jensen.”

Jensen sat back and crossed his arms. “Are you nuts?”

“No, but you are if you sit here and pretend you don’t have feelings for him when you and I both know you do. No offense, but when I’m kissing someone, I hope they’re thinking about me. You clearly weren’t.”

“Are you saying I’m a bad kisser?” Jensen arched a brow.

“No, I’m saying you were kissing me and thinking about Hunter. As kisses go it was awesome. It just wasn’t me you were kissing.” Viktoriya watched his face. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

Jensen sighed. “I don’t know what it is right now. Do I find Hunter attractive? Hell, yes I do. Do I get a hard-on watching him? Yep. Do I think he feels that way about me? No clue.”

Viktoriya took his hand. “One day you are going to have to find out, for your own sanity. I’ll help however I can.”

Jensen smiled at her. She was taking it extremely well. He was a bit surprised. Although Vikki was in love with Jordan, she had still gone out with him. He knew she found him attractive. “God, I’m sorry, Vikki.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Viktoriya squeezed his hand. “I want to be here for you. Am I hurt? A little only because I thought I was hot stuff and you think Hunter is hotter.” Viktoriya giggled.

Jensen smiled, leaned over cupped her face. “You are beautiful. Jordan is one lucky guy.”

“Let’s hope he still believes that.”