He chastises Riley

“Oh for fuck—Riley, are you not worried your husband’s going to learn what you get up to here?” Kirk exploded. “You spend so much time flirting with other men; he’s bound to find out and kick your ass to the curb!”

Kirk immediately felt bad. Unprofessional for one thing, not his business for another. He opened his mouth to apologize, but before he could, Riley giggled.

“Oh he knows, silly! He’s the one who tells me to do it!”

Kirk frowned. “I… what? Why?”

“Wellllllll… I’m not really supposed to saaaayyy,” Riley mewled, swaying and grinning.

Kirk sighed. “Then don’t.”

“Aww, you’re no fun.”

“What a shame.”

“Want a hiiiiint?”

His earlier irritation returning, Kirk snapped, “If you want to tell me just fucking tell me.”

Unperturbed, Riley gave a purposefully cute pout. “Spoilsport. Though feel free to get angry more! It’s pretty hot when a man shouts at me. I like it when guys are rough…”

“You’re impossible…” Kirk grouched.

“Thanks! Aaaanyway… sure you don’t wanna know?”

“If I say yes will that get it over with?”

Riley nodded cheerfully.

“Then fine. Yes.”

Riley hopped into his own office chair, spinning it around to face Kirk. He sat with his legs up and bent so that his yoga pants hugged his pert little ass. “Alright, well if you ever see my husband, don’t tell him I told you about this!”

“Cross my heart…”

“Good! Well basically, Mike’s an absolute stud—big, juicy cock. Hairy smelly balls that smother my face. A bladder that never seems to run out—”

Kirk was already regretting this conversation.

“—and he *knows* it. So once in a while, he likes for me to hook up with another man just so I can get a reminder of how much better he is, and how lucky I am to have him.”

Huh. Kirk wasn’t sure if that was a sign of deep insecurity, or the exact opposite.

“He isn’t worried about you sleeping with someone you like more?”

“Wouldn’t happen,” Riley said confidently. “No offense to you regular men, but Mike’s just built different.”

Kirk studied Riley’s face as he dreamily espoused the virtues of his husband. It was strange, but something about this strange ritual just made him want to butt in and prove Riley wrong.

It was a terrible idea, of course. Not only would it probably make him a homewrecker of some description, but the cat he’d worked so to keep in the bag would be unleashed.

Not worth it, right?

Right?