The Master [MxMxM+]

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Pierre missed Jet.

But he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

When he'd heard about what happened to him, guilt coursed through him, but he still had no idea what to do.

More than that was the possibility that none of what he'd heard was true. Had Zel been right then?

Aw Zel. Every time Pierre thought of him, he remembered vividly what had been whispered in his ears.

The smile wasn't planned. It just creeped up on his face and his cheeks warmed a little at the memory.

Pierre had been so bold as to whisper it back to him. And then they'd giggled about it like silly school girls.

It was so liberating to admit it, and to know he felt the same way. It made him so giddy.

"What are you smiling about?"

Pierre nearly jumped out of his skin. For a minute there he had forgotten that he was the one who'd been tailing Riley around the house.

Pierre shook his head immediately while Riley regarded him with his glass of water in hand.

"Oh is that a blush? Now you have to tell me."

"I can't tell you." He really couldn't. He had promised Zel to keep his secret.

Riley regarded him for a while before agreeing with a nod. "It's your lucky day because I'm not going to push."

Pierre watched as he emptied the glass of all of its liquid. His lips, his throat bobbing with his efforts to swallow. The bare muscle in his biceps as he raised the glass.

"Merde."

"What?" Riley asked. Then saw Pierre's face more clearly. "Okay now what's wrong?"

Pierre figured his face was doing something on its own. He thought about what he really wanted to tell Riley.

"You're going to him aren't you? To Jet?" He asked.

"Yeah," Riley shrugged.

"You'll tell me how he's doing?" Pierre couldn't control the way his voice changed.

Riley was quick to answer. "Of course."

"I mean... like how he's really doing? Is he... If–If he's..."

"Hey, I get it," Riley set his cup down and pulled Pierre against him. "Don't worry about it."

Pierre relaxed into his hold when he felt Riley's lips in his hair, then his fingers.

Pierre hugged him, wrapping his hands around his waist letting his head rest against his chest.

They remained that way for a few seconds before Riley finally asked. "What are you doing?"

Pierre paused. Somehow his hands had found Riley's butt, he was squeezing and releasing the soft flesh over and over.

He looked up innocently because Riley easily towered over him.

"Zel said... If you're stressed, you should find butts to squeeze."

Riley shook with laughter. "The two of you shouldn't be left alone together."

Pierre lowered his eyes and almost pouted.

"Well is it working?" Riley asked.

"It does feel good, let me try again," Pierre answered.

Riley laughed a bit more at that and let Pierre 'get over his stress'.

"Yeah, it definitely helps," said Pierre and finally released his butt.