"Family men," Astin agreed. Bean glanced back at Dom and Orlando -- openly affectionate, crazy in love. Doomed. "Career-minded," he smiled. Astin followed Bean's gaze. "Reputations worth preserving." Bean watched pink tongues swirling around each other, Dom's possessive hand on Orlando's hip. Enjoy these public displays, boys. Later on, it will crucify you. "We'll have to warn them." "They won't listen." Bean nodded. And dropped his voice. "Your place or mine?" Pushed his pint back, shoved away from the table. "Mine." "Give me an hour." "Take your time." And Astin went back to not staring. Not envying.
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