At the knock of the door, Maurice jolted upright, spluttering and almost spillin

     At the knock of the door, Maurice jolted upright, spluttering and almost spilling tea down his sweater. “Uh, fuck, I-I should—”     “Maury, you’re my boyfriend,” Rupert said with a soft, amused sigh, giving him a reassuring smile as he moved to open the door. “It’s really not a big deal if they work out you stayed the night, you know?”     “Uh, right, right…” Hastily placing down his mug, Maurice was suddenly unsure of what to do with his unsteady hands. He folded his arms, though quickly recognised that might look hostile and dropped them, absently drumming his fingers on his thigh instead. His stomach squirmed as Rupert’s parents caught sight of him.     “Good morning,” Helena said with a pleasant smile.      “Uh, m-morning…”     “Good morning.” Though he looked uncomfortable, the way James held himself did not seem nearly as unfriendly as their last encounter.      “Morning!”      Maurice jumped, having somehow missed the teenager sneaking in. Victoria leant on the counter, smiling sweetly at him, and he attempted to smile in return.     “M-morning.”     He realised he should probably leave the kitchen, though the island made such a comforting shield between them and him. But that’s rude, right? With a steeling breath, he forced himself upright and out into the living space.|| -- source link

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