Jaxon held the cake and fumbled slightly with the key to open up the door to the apartment.
He was deliciously full but couldn’t help but be tempted by the cake he held.
Just as he slipped the key in, a thud alerted his attention and he looked up to see that Leon had Darian pinned up against the wall, smashing their lips together.
That was definitely more tempting than the cake.
“You couldn’t have at least waited till we got in.” He muttered dryly, pushing open the door.
They stumbled in after him, lips still joined, Darian slamming Leon up against the nearest wall this time.
At least they remembered to close the door.
What Jaxon wanted to do then was join in but just spectating seemed just as good, beside there was still his cake.
He slipped into the kitchen to grab a spoon only to gape when he came out, Leon had gotten rid of Darian’s shirt, his hand managing to grab a firm hold of his short hair as he buried his face in Darian’s neck.