“Darlings,” he tittered softly, “we’ve already had the ultimate nine-way.”
Cheshire cat grin began to tug at ruby lips. Oh yes. He could be appropriately smug and prolong doling out choicest tenderloin morsels of gossip tonight. His sister Margaery had turned chartreuse with envy after hearing the news. Floating on fluffy clouds of sexual bliss from their epic cock and balls soiree he’d basked in the afterglow for some hours afterward, lazily dialing everyone deemed worthy of hearing the tale, and, of course, to rub it in with gleeful abandon.
“I’d name names but client confidentially and all…“ Loras waggled his fingers with a lofty flick of the wrist in Renly’s direction, hardly apologetic that it was solely because of his well-connected lover he couldn’t dish nearly as much as he wanted. “I will say it included two very hot, very willing up-and-comings in the music biz and the lead from a Marvel superheroes film; not to mention a very big actor-slash-singer-songwriter with the initials J and L...”
Loras gave a sly wink while crossed leg daintily bounced. “And believe me, petals, he lasted far longer than thirty seconds.”
Letting that clue sink in for a long moment, he shrewdly studied the other couple, taking in Robert’s body language and Jon’s soppy cow eyes he too landed on the same conclusion as favorite Sugar Daddy. Alas, maybe next time, Loras silently lamented, drowning sorrows with the help of a goodly portion of his drink. At least he would have the Divine Ms. Ross as a sort of Band-Aid for the weekend and that, my pretties, was enough.
For the time being, at least.
“Now then, what my dear boyfriend failed to mention was our upcoming trip to the Big Apple for our anniversary.” First World woes mostly forgotten thanks to alcohol, glittery drag queen spilled the beans on a topic he could gab about at length.
“He’s taking me to the opera and a performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream by the New York City Ballet. I’m so excited!”