"I hate monkey suits, man."
Sammy chuckled, shook his head at Harry. "He looked nice, love. Very official."
"He looked amazing." Jase's eyes shone, his best friend looking more in love than ever.
Peter chuckled, too. "I have to side with the boys on this one, Harrison."
"Laffy, it was ridiculous." Harry leaned back, huge and broad in a T-shirt and jeans. There was a tiny hickey on the underside of the big man's jaw.
Sammy saw Jase notice it and smile, lick his lips.
"What's that? The way your lover looked at you? Or the way the commissioner's wife did?" Peter winked as he teased.
"I looked like a gorilla in a suit."
Sammy snorted in his orange juice.
"Oh, no, you didn't." Jase stroked Harry's arm. "You looked like a stud. My stud."
Harry turned toward Jason and smiled at him. "You're in love."
"That doesn't invalidate my opinion!"
"Are you using those great big words again?"
Sammy started chuckling like a fool..
"Oh! You!" Jason laughed and poked Harry. "I am! And you know what it means."
Harry's laugh rang out and so did Peter's, and that warmed him, down deep.
"So, what are we doing this afternoon, did someone decide?" Sammy looked around, waiting for an answer.
"I'm easy." Peter held up a hand before he could say anything. "As long as it doesn't involve shopping."
Harry groaned. "Oh, thank God."
Sammy rolled his eyes, mouthed 'asshole' to Harry.
"Damn." Jason pouted. "There's a flea market on Ocean Drive..."
"Oooh... We could look for credenzas..."
Peter groaned. "Samuel."
Jason just giggled. "Oh, we could!"
He reached over, squeezed Jason's hand. "Or we could go to that five-story bookstore. There's a coffee shop, truffles, books, cushy couches."
"Oh!" Jason squeezed back. "That would be awesome. Harry, you like books." Jason giggled. "And truffles."