"Mm, there's my baby." TJ looped his arms around Travis' neck as he leaned down. "Come here. Room for more. Everything feels good. And now I've got my bro and my baby. Everything's perfect."
What was he doing? Was he broadcasting? Oh, right. They'd wanted to make everyone feel good. But, now Travis was here and TJ only wanted to make him feel good. He stopped thinking about everyone else, forgetting it would take away some of his high, too. Tilting his head back he pouted at his lover as his control on his power slipped and the effects faded. "Don't make me come down. Please, Travis?"
He didn't feel as happy anymore, still mellow, but he'd been flying and now he wasn't. Turning, he looked at Doug. "We need brownies."