Meagen shakes her head, laughing at Scott’s antics. “Speaking of Max... Nichole Bettencourt asks, “Tad, now that you are out and you guys have been together for a while, how has your relationship with Max changed?””
Tad rubs his thighs. “Um… We’re cool now, thank fuck. Being on the receiving end of his arctic blasts wasn’t fun. Don’t get me wrong, though. I know I talk a lot of shit about him being a grump all the time, but he does have his good moments, too. He’s just… really intense.” Tad looks at Scott. “Mr. Hot Cold Enigma. That’s your roommate. But hey...” He shrugs, grinning back at Meagen. “He lets me play on his Xbox, so we must be making strides.”
Meagen laughs. “Well, then, given that things are improving with him, Pauline Schofield and Michelle Simm have another related question. Have you ever considered a threesome with Max?”
Tad stiffens. Scott’s dark brows lift in surprise. Both men look at each other.
“Nope,” they say in unison, shaking their heads.
Meagen grins and tilts her head. “Really?”
“Really.” Playfully, Scott yanks Tad into his side. “Mine. Not sharing. With Max or anyone else.”
Tad laughs, trying half-heartedly to pry them apart. “Yeah. Watching Scott at that night club was frickin’ torture. Not that Max was touching him much. Kai, on the other hand, is another story.”
Scott chuckles, keeping Tad snug against him. “I’m telling you, he’s not normally like that. I seriously think he was trying to provoke Breck somehow. From the minute Kai first spotted him, he kept stealing glances Breck’s way. I think he’s got a crush on your boy.”
Tad stills, then cuts a nod. “Good. I hope he does. ‘Cause I ain’t sharing you either.”
Meagen taps her chin as she looks at her list. “Hmm. Since you mentioned Kai… JJ Harper wants to know if you’ll find out what happened between Breck and Kai.”
Both guys grin and nod in unison. “If it’s the last thing we do,” Tad vows. “Because the more I think about how Breck gets around Kai, the more convinced I am that something’s up.”
Scott laughs. “He definitely pushes Kai’s buttons in a very intriguing way.”
“Breck pushes Kai’s buttons?” Tad asks incredulously. “I think it’s the other way around.”
“No way.” Scott shakes his head. “Breck brings out a side to Kai I’ve never seen before. Not that guy hasn’t always been frisky, but Breck makes him flat out feisty. It’s actually kinda amusing.” His grin turns mischievous. “What do you say we invite them over sometime, unbeknownst to each other?”
Tad laughs, then cringes. “Aw, God. Breck would kill me. But fuck it. Break out the boxing gloves.”
Meagen giggles. “Those two will definitely have us all clamoring to read more, but in the meantime, here’s another question. Stephanie Bonsall wants to know if you’ve been back to the night club as a couple yet.”
Tad shakes his head, glancing at Scott. “Nope. Not yet. But apparently we have plans to head up there this Friday.”
“That’s right.” Scott grins wolfishly. “To do some dancin’.”
Tad chuckles and looks at the ceiling. “Oh, God. Give me strength. Maybe I should start drinking before we get there. ”
“Yes,” Meagen laughs. “That might help.” Her eyes shift to Scott. “This next question’s for you, Scott, and it’s quite the humdinger.” A smile tugs at her lips. “Jennifer Charlee Marcum wants to know if you’ve let Tad fuck you on “The Wall.”
Scott barks out a laugh. “No, not yet. I’ve been waiting for him to ask, though.” He looks at Tad. “You wanna fuck me against my wall, babe?”
Tad coughs, turning bright red. “Um, hell yeah. Is that an invitation?”
Scott grins. “More like a dare. To use the Wall of Confliction, one must bring about an outcome worthy of its name.”
Tad’s smile spreads wide. “You are so fucking on, dude. Gonna conflict your ass against that wall ‘til you’re howling my frickin’ name.”
Scott gives another hardy laugh. “Bring it on, shy boy. I’m more than ready to do some howling.”
Meagen clears her throat, grinning. “For the record, I think you should document that.” She glances at her list. “Okay, Christina Siefkas Johnson wants to know if you two will grace Marcie with a spectacular make-out session for her birthday, and if you have any plans for making more home “movies” together. If you do, Michelle Simm definitely wants you to share them with us.”
Tad laughs and scrubs his face. “Aw, God. Jay is still bugging me about that.”
Scott shrugs. “I say we do it.”
Tad shoots him a surprised look. “You’re joking, right?”
“No,” Scott laughs. “I think Marcie’d love it.”
Tad’s face pales. “No way I can make out with you in front of her and Jay. ‘Cause you know he’d be there, too. Most likely trying to video us on his iPhone.”
Again, Scott laughs. “So what if he does? He can make us a copy.”
“And the readers one, too!” Meagen happily chimes.
Tad squirms in his seat, grimacing as he contemplates it. “Fine. One kiss.”
Scott casts him a droll look.
“Okay, one French kiss.”
Scott sighs dramatically and looks away.
Tad growls. “One French kiss, some hand contact, and a couple of… moans.”
“Perfect.” Scott beams. “Marcie’s gonna love me for this.”
Tad rolls his eyes, grinning, and shakes his head.
“And the home movies?” Meagen asks brightly. “Any plans for more of them?”
The guys look back at each other and grin. “Yup.”
“Really?” Meagen’s face lights up. “And you’ll share?”
“Nope.” Tad shakes his head.
Scott gives a wink. “We’ll see.”
Meagen grins and continues. “So, this next one has a question for both of you. Scott, Jessica Coody Kennedy wants to know what it feels like to finally be able to show your affections for Tad in public. And Tad, how are you coping with that in general, or does Scott make you forget where you are and not care?”
Tad smiles and gestures for Scott to go first.
Scott exhales a content breath. “It feels good. Real good. Even better than I expected. I think because it feels so right. What we’ve worked so hard for, what I’ve waited so long for, it deserves to be out there. Among all the other love affairs.” He chuckles. “Of course, it doesn’t hurt that the guy I’m loving on is, more often than not, the hottest man in the room.”
Tad laughs. “Oh my God. You are so trying to get laid.”
Scott wags devilish brows.
Meagen stifles a laugh. “And your answer, Tad?”
Still grinning, Tad scratches his stubble. “Um, how am I coping with his PDA’s or does he make me oblivious to the world...” He glances at Scott, eyes dropping to his mouth. Absently, Tad licks his lips. “Oblivious,” he murmurs a few seconds later. “He mostly makes me oblivious.” Scott grins slowly and Tad blinks back to awareness. Clearing his throat, he smiles boyishly and looks back at Meagen. “But the times I’m able to retain awareness, I don’t really stress too much. I mean, I’m not stupid. I know there’s always a chance someone’s gonna go all asshole on us, but honestly? Standing my ground against those kind of dicks is like its own kind of high. It’s also cool to see on such a regular basis how the majority of our generation is so accepting and supportive of couples like Scott and me. That in itself is an incredible thing to experience.”
Meagen smiles. “This is awesome. You guys are doing great.” She looks back at her list. “Alright, Michelle Simm wants to know a couple more things. First, Tad, would you ever let Scott use Max’s itching cream?”
Tad stiffens, blushing fiercely, then picks up his beer and chugs.
Scott cracks up laughing.
Tad grins, wiping his mouth. “Quiet, dude. Seriously. That shit was just...” He shakes his head at Meagen. “Nope. No way. Couldn’t fucking pay me.”
“Aw, really?” Scott asks silkily. “What if I let you use it on me, too?”
Tad turns to stare at him, his expression swiftly heating. “You’d...” His eyes hood and slowly roam down Scott’s torso. “Well… maybe then... I guess… If you’d let me use it on you, too.”
Scott smirks smugly and turns back to Meagen. “Tad’s way pervier than he lets on. Just needs a gentle nudge sometimes.”
Meagen laughs. “Michelle’s next question is, “Scott, would you two ever let Max and a sub watch you work Tad over?””
Scott shrugs. “I wouldn’t have a problem with it, but only for staged scenes, or educational purposes. And even then, only if Tad was 1000% cool with it.” He glances at Tad. “What I wouldn’t let them or anyone else watch is the meaningful stuff. When we fuck with our dicks and our hearts. That I reserve for Tad and me alone.”
Meagen nods and taps her lips. “Sounds reasonable. Okay, Kristy D Obsessed and Vangi Maldonado want to know what you consider each other’s best physical feature, or what are your absolute favorite parts of each other’s body are? Inquiring minds want to know.”
“Hmm.” Scott gives Tad a slow, thoughtful once-over. “Honestly, my favorite parts of Tad are his erogenous zones. Especially that spot between his shoulder blades. So fun to play with.” He grins when Tad levels him with a half-hearted scowl. “I love his mouth too, though. Look at that pout. So tempting, even when he’s frowning.”
Lips twitching, Tad looks at Meagen. “I’m blushing again, aren’t I.”
She laughs. “Uh huh.”
He sighs, then glances up and down Scott’s body. “How am I supposed to pick only a couple?”
Scott rocks his hips. “Oh, come on, shy boy. Everyone knows what your favorite part of me is.”
Tad fights back a smirk. “Yeah, but that one’s a given.” He chews his bottom lip and rakes his eyes over Scott some more. “I love every inch of his torso. And I do mean front and back. Those pecs? That eight pack? But damn, the way those thick muscles flank the length of his spine… And his ass? In a jockstrap?” He licks his chops and looks back at Scott ‘s face. “I really, really love his brown eyes, too, though… And that killer smile… And definitely that tongue…”
Scott laughs and yanks Tad back into his side. “I think you went over your limit, babe.”
“See?” Tad grins. “I knew I couldn’t narrow it down.”
Meagen nods sympathetically. “That was a tough one. Okay, this is from Megan Fields. “What kinda response did you get to the Instagram shot you took of you both? Have you done anymore?”
Scott gestures to Tad. “Your account, babe. You go ahead.”
Tad sits up straighter. “Um... Well, to say the responses were abundant would definitely be an understatement. Mostly congratulations, a lot of sentiments of surprise, and of course, a handful of douche bags stepping up to show their true colors.” He smirks. “We made sure to tag them specifically in the French kiss tongue fest we documented shortly after. I don’t think they follow us anymore. Funny thing, though. After that first initial announcement, Scott and I both got one hell of a spike in followers.
Meagen coughs back a laugh. “I may or may not have been one of those.” She quickly looks down at her paper. “Alright, almost done. And Vangi Maldonado is back up to bat. “If you each could pick one song that encompasses what the other one means to you, what would it be?”
Tad perks up. “Oh, hey. I like this one.” Again, he looks at Scott. “Although, geez… So many songs encompass what you are to me. How to choose just one…”
Scott’s eyes dip to half-mast as he watches Tad think. “I already know which one I’d pick for you. I’ve considered it your song for a while now.”
Tad smiles in surprise. “Really?”
“Mm-hmm.“In My Veins.” By Andrew Belle. You heard it?”
Tad’s features soften. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I have. I love that song.”
Scott smiles. “Me, too.”
Tad glances at Meagen, then turns back to Scott. “I think I know which one I’d pick for you.” He hesitates for a second, then finally, “I Found,” by Amber Run.”” He clears his throat. “Because you used to be my warning sign… but now you’re my focal point.”
Scott holds his gaze, smile turning tender. “Hmm. That’s a good one, too.”
“Yes…” Meagen agrees. “It is.” Sighing softly, she checks her list. “Okay… Um…. So, we’ve reached your last question, and it’s a really good one. Kayl Stryker wants to know when the precise moment was that you realized the person standing in front of you was the love of your life, and that you didn’t want to go another day without them?”
Both guys ease into the cushions, their expressions turning thoughtful.
Scott speaks up first. “For me it was, ironically, the night I ended things with Tad. Don’t get me wrong, I knew for a while that I really liked him, that I wanted to date him exclusively. But I don’t think I realized just how much he’d come to mean to me until I had to force myself to walk away.” He winces, glancing down. “God, it was hard. And nothing, besides my mom dying, ever hurt so bad. Like I was being gutted or something.” He smiles bleakly and looks at Tad. “Figures I’d get it all figured out just after I cut you loose.”
“And you, Tad?” Meagen gently prompts. “When did you realize Scott was your one and only?”
Still holding Scott’s gaze, Tad blinks from his thoughts. “Um… Hmm… Crazy thing…” He clutches Scott’s hand and rests it on his thigh. “Believe it or not, it dawned on me at pretty much the same time. When Scott threw in the towel. Because, I mean, like Scott said, I knew I liked him. A lot. But it wasn’t until he looked in my eyes and told me he was done that I realized the true depths of my feelings for him. He wasn’t going to be part of my world anymore. No more talking with him. No more touching him. No more hearing him laugh. No more kissing his incredible lips. The reality of that was fucking excruciating.” He smiles—sort of—and shakes his head. “Guess you could say that age-old adage totally rang true for me. Didn’t know what I had until it was gone.” Chuckling humorlessly, he squeezes Scott’s hand. “Thank fuck for persistent surfer friends.”
Scott grins. “Remind me to buy him a beer.”
Meagen smiles and sits forward. “Guys, that’s it. You were both amazing and so kind to do this for us. It was great that you were so open and honest.” She finishes her beer and sets it on the coffee table, then packs up her recorder and stands. “I’ll get out of your hair so you can enjoy the rest of your day. You’ll see the final draft before it goes up and can change anything you want. I hope this isn’t the last time we see you two. You have a lot of fans that would miss you terribly.”
Tad and Scott stand, too, and walk her out.
“Oh, we’ll be around,” Scott assures. “Tad and I, shit, we’ve only just begun.”
“Yup.” Tad nods. “And we’ll be sure to keep you updated.”
“Thanks.” Meagen smiles and waves good bye, disappearing down the corridor.
Tad shuts the door and turns to Scott. “I don’t know whether I should kiss you senseless or kick your freaking ass.”
“What,” Scott laughs. “What’d I do?”
Tad smirks and backs him into the wall. “Oh, I dunno. Let’s see. Goading me into going dancing. I suck at dancing.”’
Scott palms Tad’s pecs. “Big deal. I’ll teach you.”
“You licked my neck and gave me a boner.”
“Don’t see what’s wrong with either of those things.”
Tad chuckles and pushes closer. “You told her I’d want dildos. Long ones and fat ones.”
“And?” Scott laughs. “You would.”
Tad clutches Scott’s hips. “You seared the image of me topping you into my head. With a butt plug in my ass.”
Scott’s killer smile emerges. “Mmm… Liked that, did you?” He palms Tad’s ass and grinds their crotches. “Bet you wanna do that right now.”
Tad fists the bottom of Scott’s shirt. “As a matter of fact, I do.” Yanking it forcefully over Scott’s head, Tad chucks it and goes for his fly.
Scott laughs and shoves his hands away. “Say please and I might let you.”
Tad grins, stepping back to yank off his own tee, too. “Sure, no problem. Got nothing against manners.” Reclosing the distance, he fuses their mouths. “God knows, when I’m done with you,” he growls against Scott’s lips, “you’ll be saying your fair share of thank yous.”