Connecting Threads.

What difference does it make?

(so I switched it up a bit, it wasn't a bad of a shift.)

Xavier was in an emotional turmoil. He was genuinely disoriented and on a daily begged his mind to shut up about that endearing kiss he loathed. But it didn't help that he thought about it most of the time. He couldn't focus, during working hours, in the meetings or anywhere of that matter.

In one of the meetings one day, he did the most unexpected thing he had ever done.

There was a man there, younger than him. He had short hair, pretty eyes and nice skin. But Xavier delved deeper through all the features of him being male, but he couldn't change that. The man had no boobs, no ass and most definitely didn't have curves, he was a man. He had a dick and strong heavily features.

His sentiments hadn't changed. He wasn't gay. He despised relationships like that, except for Xander and Ian's one. They were the only exception. The rest just downright annoyed him to the core. Xavier sighed and decided to busy himself with some paperwork he hadn't touched since he got into the office. He was rather being too ignorant of his work, which he hated because he always had it under control and if anything he resented neglecting his work.

The phone on his desk went off, the musings of disregarding it palpable. But he needed the company he was withering in that enclosed office of his. Which wasn't marginally miniature at all.

"Sir, Aaron's here to see you along with Mr Xander and Ian too." Brenda stated through the phone.

"Let them all in." Xavier declared sternly.

"You look depressed." Xander said as soon as he closed the door behind him, as everyone strolled into the office. Xavier's gaze went to Xander's face then traveled to his lips, lingering on them longer than he should have. He then moistened his lips with his tongue and chose to relax in his seat Incase, Incase anyone could tell how tense he was or above all giddy.

"My mind's been a little preoccupied lately. But it will pass." Xavier found himself saying steadily. His heart wasn't steady though. It was thumping furiously. Since when had he become like this, it was only one kiss. It shouldn't have changed how he felt about Xander and it most definitely shouldn't make him nervous or distracted around the male.

"So, how've you been?" Ian asked, a small smile on his face. Ian looked younger each time he came over. It was like the male aged backwards. Though he was straight he could admit the male was gorgeous, too gorgeous for a man.

"I've been alright, and you?" Xavier spoke bare.

"Just thinking about you. Don't you miss me at all? I haven't visited you in over a week.We can't do anything today though.We've got company." Ian said sarcastically. A sly grin making its way to the man's face. Ian said anything that came to that small brain of his, it was kind of funny.

"I'll say it again. I don't want to have that vision. I do not want to see that, after what Xander said? Please refrain from hitting on him while I'm here, god, I think I'm about to hurl." Xander tried his hardest to swallow the bile in his throat, which left a sourly taste in his mouth.

"I don't say anything when you compliment Aaron. Telling me how he's so pretty, how he moans so good." Ian said shaking his head.

Aaron finally cut in. His face flushed. He didn't want Xavier knowing he had gotten into both the men's pants. He had yet to tell him he slept with the couple and that they actually had feelings for him. This wasn't the right time.

"Language you two. You don't want Xavier imagining that." Aaron spoke softly. He wasn't his usual quirky self. Mainly because he and Xander hadn't spoken in a week. He hung out with the couple mostly, they had been trying to convince him to date them and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't falling for the both of them. Yet he still chose to think about it. They assured him they weren't in any hurry of some sort.