"You're supposed to be paying attention," Beau nudged the other, nose against shoulder, and nodded toward the laptop screen propped open in front of both of them. There wasn't really room to mount a television but Beau wouldn't be caught complaining. It made for more intimate viewing. Somewhere in the first act he'd slipped his hand into Derek's and laced their fingers together, never bothering to ask if that was a thing he could do. Beau was affectionate, always had been. Wasn't his fault that amplified after someone had sex with him.
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