A Shameless Request

"Who is Lily Brenston?"

"One of the interns at the art gallery," Lucien replied. "I met them during the five days when I helped out with the set modification."

Ronan's expression darkened within an instant. So it was one of the shameless bunch that made use of Lucien's kindness and then trampled on him thanklessly. Ronan grabbed Lucien's phone and took it away from him.

"Ronan, what are you doing? Give me back my phone."

Ronan held Lucien's phone out of his reach.

"No," he said while circling an arm around his mate's waist. "When you are with me, you are not allowed to touch your phone."

"Don't be childish," Lucien tackled Ronan to the bed and climbed over his body. "It might be important."

"Not more than us," Ronan quipped. 

He dropped Lucien's phone to the floor and then flipped their positions on the bed. Lucien was sprawled on all limbs and pinned by his wrists on the bed.

"What are you... Ah!"