back to see. It stung like hell that Geo hadn’t gotten territorial on his ass.
Andy reached his desk.
“C’mon,” Mack snapped.
Geo shut the apartment door behind him. For the fourth morning in a row, beer bottles littered the top of the coffee table along with two empty pizza boxes. Mack sprawled half the couch, his head on the corner of the back and armrest. One bare heel planted a half eaten slice to the coffee table’s surface.
Annoyance niggled Geo. Andy’s head rested on Mack’s shoulder.
It might not have bothered him if Mack didn’t leave the station pissed off and silent every night. Or, if Lauren hadn’t told him that Andy had a little crush on Geo’s boyfriend.
Geo grabbed the door, opened it wide, then slammed it as hard as he could. Mack and Andy jumped awake.
“What. The. Fuck?” Geo asked, levelling a glare on Mack.
Mack’s mouth screwed up thoughtfully. “Toothbrush.” He got up, shoving Andy off him and casually walked back to the bathroom.
“You. Get the fuck out of my apartment,” Geo snarled at Andy.
“Going,” Andy said in a rush. “See you tomorrow night.”
“Not here.”
Now the prick shrugged? What the fuck does a shrug mean ?
“If Mack invites me, I’m coming.” Andy whistled as he left.
Geo swallowed past the building anger, trying to calm his irritation as he followed the path Mack had taken to their bedroom. He stormed in, slamming into the bathroom. “Is there something going on with you two?”
Mack looked back at him through the mirror. Toothpaste foamed from his mouth. Mack waited for him to finish and rinse.
“Is there something going on between you and Lauren?” Mack questioned back.
“That’s a stupid question.”
“You’ve got a little something here,” Mack said, motioning to the side of his neck.
Geo looked in the mirror. Lipstick smudged the skin. When did that happen ? Then he remembered. “She fell over one of the wires in the room. I caught her.”
“With your neck?”
“Fuck you. She must have brushed against me,” Geo defended.
“Yeah. Happens all the time.” Mack pushed past him, snatching underwear from his drawer and a fresh change of clothes. He came back to the small bathroom. “Do you mind? I have to get ready for work.”
“What’s your problem?” Geo snapped. And why the fuck did it feel like they were having completely different conversations.
“Me? Don’t have one. My boyfriend is spending all his time with a woman he used to believe he could spend the rest of his life with, instead of spending it with me. He comes home with lipstick on him and I happen to know she’s trying to get in his pants. What makes you think I have a problem?”
“Jesus. Mack, I’m in love with you, you shithead. I come home every night to find you wasted and sleeping all cosy with Andy, who, by the way, has a thing for you.”
“Yeah, I know. He’s been pretty persistent about wanting to suck my cock.”
“Nice,” Geo bit out.
“I’m going to shower. You need to get out.”
“I miss you.” Frustration strangled Geo’s words. “Can we talk? Work this out?”
Mack actually looked a little apologetic. It disappeared just as quickly. His pale green eyes dimmed. “Ask Ruby Red 319 on your neck.” He cranked on the water and turned his back to Geo.
Geo watched him silently undress. It felt like the love of his life was slipping between his fingers. All because Mack couldn’t get it through his thick skull that he had nothing to worry about.
The phone rang. Geo wandered out to get it, numb from the inside out. He listened to Mrs. Sullivan on the phone, gave her the right answers, hung up and wandered back to the shower. He scrubbed a hand over his face.
Renewed with determination, Geo quickly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the stall with him.
Water streamed over the back of Mack’s head, trailing rivulets over his shoulders. Mack peeked at him with one eye. “I meant it. I actually need to shower. It wasn’t an invitation for a
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