Free Decadent by Elaine White

Konnor wouldn't even listen when he tried to explain that they hadn't even done anything more than kiss.
    So by the time Cormag got himself organised for the day and ventured into the kitchen to grab a coffee he found the room in total silence. He sat on the opposite side of the breakfast counter from Konnor, avoiding eye contact. “I made breakfast to go.” Lachlan handed him a coffee cup and a bagel loaded with his favourite morning treat; bacon.
    “Thanks. I'm starving,” he confessed, tucking into his bagel right away. He was going to take a seat when Lachlan got up and handed him his jacket. “So you remembered that I've got to go to work?” he asked, teasingly.
    He gave him a playful shove in retaliation for teasing him. He hadn't been that drunk when he told him; in fact, it had been late on in the evening and he'd only had one beer and a few bottles of water since being at the bar. He'd been entirely sober at the time. But he wasn't going to argue about it. He lifted his coat and his mug of coffee, heading to the door.
    “Yes, I remembered,” he confessed with a faint smile, as he shook his head. He could see that Konnor didn't approve, but he didn't care. He had finally followed his advice and done something stupid and reckless and downright dangerous and it had paid off. He didn't feel so lost when he was with Cormag and the whole thing with Orion didn't feel as hopeless when he was around him. Maybe it was because he was older and had his own experience of break ups, or maybe it was that soothing presence he had that seemed to relax every bone in his body.
    “ Can I come with you? I'll pay,” he offered as they both headed through to the living room by instinct.
    Cormag picked up his messenger bag and slung it over his head, grabbing his keys as he turned to evaluate him. He knew that look by now. He was weighing up his options, so he stood there and let it happen. Cormag took another bite of his bagel. Lachlan was embarrassed by the way his cheeks burned at the look, but it seemed his companion approved because he took his hand and led him to the front door.
    “You can tag along. I'll say you're my research assistant or something,” he relented. Lachlan scored himself a point for the fact that he was going to make up an excuse to get him in on the tour. He could have simply claimed he was a last minute student.
    They both stood on the doorstep, drinking out their coffee cups while Cormag polished off his breakfast. They waited on Konnor, who eventually appeared with his head down and his hands in his pockets. He didn't look at either of them, he kept walking down the steps and over to his car. Lachlan decided not to care; he was feeling a little impatient and hoped that it was because he was still feeling a little delicate from his 'gentle' hangover.
    Cormag looked up at him as he locked the door, a questioning concern in his eyes. He wasn't sure how he knew, he just did. He shrugged in reply, not knowing what to say and as clueless about how Konnor was taking the whole thing. To his surprise Konnor didn't drive off; he sat behind the wheel and stayed there, staring straight ahead.
    “Do you think he'd give us a lift?” Lachlan asked hopefully.
    “I think that would be asking too much.” Cormag gave him that sympathetic look that said he understood why he asked, but he also understood that Konnor wasn't in the mood.
    “Come on,” Lachlan decided to go for it. He grabbed his hand and dragged him off towards Konnor's car. He knocked on the window and his friend reluctantly rolled it down, not even looking at t hem. “Can you give us a lift?” he asked. The museum was a ten minute walk and he wasn't feeling up to it.
    “Both of you?” Konnor asked with a raised eyebrow. Lachlan didn't appreciate the question, particularly after he'd used the word 'us'. So he didn't bother answering him. He stood there, staring at him to see if he was going to back down or give up and drive off. “If I drive, you