Once they were all safely ensconced in his hotel room and while the others opened more beers, Brian made a bee line for the fridge. ‘Oh looky here, what do we have?’ He proclaimed as he pulled out a large jar of peanut butter and another of strawberry jam. Setting them down on the table he fetched some bread and proceeded to make himself several rounds of sandwiches.

‘Told you.’ Stefan said triumphfully.

‘Hey Darren want to share my sandwich? Brian asked through a mouthful.

Oh no, Daniel inwardly groaned, you haven’t shown them that party trick have you?

‘Sure, why not.’ Darren got up out of the chair where he was sitting in Daniel’s lap and walked over to Brian. Bringing his hands up to cradle the back of the smaller man’s head, Darren leaned in and French kissed him, drawing the contents of Brian’s mouth into his own as he did so.

‘Ewww, that is so gross.’ Steve protested

Daniel just laughed. He’d seen it done many times though usually it was chocolate that was involved. His chocolate.

‘Jonesy?’ Darren deliberately made his way back to where Daniel was.

‘Urgh! Doubly gross.’

‘Not this time eh Dar?’ Daniel politely declined the proposition.

‘Of course,’ Brian continued, biting into another sandwich, ‘there are plenty of other uses for peanut butter.’

‘Right that’s it I’m out of here.’ Steve announced dragging himself off of the bed ‘leave you perverts to it.’

‘Oh, Stevey boy don’t go so soon.’ Brian coaxed.

‘Catch you guys later,’ Steve gave an up nod to Darren and Daniel. ‘Stefan?’

‘Yeah, right behind you man. I’ve got a phone call to make anyway.’

‘Give him my love.’ Brian called after the retreating figures making an exaggerated kissing motion with his lips. ‘Spoilsports.’ He said as the door to the suite closed. ‘So guys,’ he turned his attention back to his guests. ‘Wanna order room service?’