The Master [MxMxM+]

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Pierre's eyes darted between the food and Jet. There was no such thing as pretense in his eyes, he meant every word he'd said.

And yet still, he wanted to find a rock somewhere and hide under it.

He was aware everyone was waiting for him to make a move, to pick one or the other. But no one voiced it, they just waited.

Pierre moved further away from the fork and looked around the table in the space of a few seconds.

He noticed how tightly Mason gripped his hands in anticipation. If anything he knew about him was true, then the entire situation hurt him possibly more than anyone else. Pierre didn't want him to hurt, he never did.

If the entire house was in harmony, there still was a rift between him and Jet. They weren't exactly the best of friends at the moment and there was a lot of awkwardness between them.

When he looked at him now though, there was only kindness in his dark eyes, and something else so intense he shied away from it.

Pierre finally leaned in, took a bite and chewed. The room seemed to let out a breath.

It almost didn't taste like Jet's cooking except it was. He still needed a lot more practice. "It's... it's actually, really bad," he said.

Jet blinked and his face lit up as he smiled at him; something he ought to be doing more and more. He was so beautiful.

Everyone watched him, food forgotten. Zel had a pout like he was so proud he was trying not to cry.

"You're all so cruel," said Pierre, shocking everyone at the same time. But he'd noticed none of them were touching their food. "If you're going to let me eat this on my own."

There was relief, and laughs as everyone dug in. And in that moment, when they sat eating one of the most horrible dinners, they were happy.

After dinner, Pierre knew he had to find Jet. What he didn't know was that Jet also needed to find him. Alone.

The other thing he didn't know was that just like him, Jet was also nervous as hell.

They bumped into each other when Pierre was getting out to look for him and he was there to find him. Well...they.

Jet held Hades in his arms as he stroked his fur, making the puppy wag his tail.

They both laughed at the situation as realization hit home. "Let's talk?" Jet asked.

"Yes," replied Pierre.

They got inside the room and Jet let Hades go. He quickly ran to Pierre and settled on his lap, panting excitedly.

Jet sat down next to Pierre on the bed.

"Where do we even start?" Asked Jet. He curled his fingers in his hair, disheveling it, then let go. How nervous could he get?

"I think from the beginning is fine."

Jet chuckled. "I almost broke my arm, then you sort of couldn't stand the sight of me."

"It wasn't that," Pierre said and scratched Hades' head.

Jet cracked his knuckles. "So why did you...you know...all of a sudden?"

It didn't take more than two minutes for Pierre to lay out everything for him.

"What the fuck? He said that?" Jet was a little confused. How could Linder...

"Yes," said Pierre.

That wasn't the type of person Linder was. He couldn't believe it. "Motherfucker..."