The next time he attends family dinner he brings Porchay with him. They'd just spent the morning having sex all over the house, and Porchay's got a bruise peeking out the collar of his shirt, and is moving a little tender, the last round probably overdoing it.
"Porsche is going to lose it," Macau warns. Porchay shrugs.
"I know he knows we're together. He keeps asking how the demon spawn is doing when he calls me now," Porchay grins, and Macau rolls his eyes.
He knows it's a power move, especially since his father is going to be livid, but Vegas is back from wherever the fuck he was and seems to be in some sort of obsessive set up with Pete, Macau catching Pete sneaking out from his room in the early hours of the morning on the security camera. He feels invincible, and in love, and Porchay seems happier and more settled than ever.
Porchay laces their fingers together and tugs him forward, toward the brothers lining up with their bodyguards in greeting. Vegas and Pete are already there, eyefucking each other, while Kinn and Porsche bicker with the bodyguards about something. "C'mon, Macau!"
"Mm, coming."
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FanfictionTheir first meeting was purely by mistake, see. Under normal circumstances they would have probably never interacted, probably never have even met. But Porchay was pissed off and heartbroken with Kim and Porsche and his uncle and the situation-- so...
