A shot of jealousy ran through Anthony at Michael's words, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Justin and himself had an agreement. This wasn't something that he shouldn't have expected.
Though, really, in his bed?
One of Anthony's hands moved up his own body to tweak at his nipple. He wasn't getting nearly enough body contact to make him happy. His other arm he draped over Michael to begin stroking his erection.