Oriel gave soft whimpers of protest. It wasn't as if he didn't want it. Of course he wanted it, but did Codi have to start<i>right now?</i>The temptation to spin around and start kissing his brother was starting to get a little too much, and he was almost reduced to a squirming whining mess. But he had a job to do, so he had to resist! A momentary flash of imagination had him standing strong, the epitome of an iron will. But that dissolved, along with a lot of his remaining composure, as Codevon's fingers snaked up underneath his shirt and began to toy with the skin just above his pants.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff"><b>"Nnn... Codi.. Stop, I need to cook the breakfast for everyone!"</b></span>He blushed at the sound of his voice, knowing he couldn't really put any real protest into it. The fact that his lower areas were almost begging to let Codevon keep going didn't help.<br/><br/>Quinn looked up from his breakfast and smiled as he saw Charlie.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd"><b>"Good morning to you too, Charlie."</b></span>Quinn gave him a warm smile, looking over the cuts and bruises with a careful eye.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd"><b>"Need anything for those? I wouldn't want you dying on me.</b></span>He laughed softly,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd"><b>"people pay quite a lot to be with someone as willing to be hurt as you."</b></span>He was teasing, that certainly wasn't the reason he was asking. Even though it was true that Charlie brought in quite a lot of money, he cared about the man. He cared about all of the people in his little 'family.' He was genuinely concerned, though Charlie seemed to be fine. The man seemed to be capable of being hit by a bus, getting up and walking away with a smile on his face.