Ben had fucked Ash? Had he known Kerr and Ash had been fooling around? How could he not have? Kerr had told Ichabod when he’d come to visit, and then tried pretty hard to not let Ichabod and Ash have a proper conversation. Had that been… no, that had been before Ben had come back from New York. But Kerr couldn’t have been pleased about it. And seriously, did everyone want to fuck Ben? Sure, he had the model like good looks, but Ichabod really couldn’t see the appeal after that.
Ichabod blinked in surprise at Ash at the question, taking a second to comprehend what was being ask then he wrinkled up his nose (painfully) as he shook his head.
“Oh, Hell, no. Ben and I, we never…” Ichabod had been terrified when he’d thought Ben might make him, when he’d been human, and Ben had been… not himself. But it had never gone that far. Half a blow job, that was all. And that had been bad enough.
“That was when he’d just got back from New York… he was pretty messed up then, he’s better now,” Ichabod said, half disbelieving the words were actually coming out of his mouth. He never thought he would defend his brother like this, but he had to admit, Ben was better. And he and Kerr were in a loving, monogamous relationship as far as Ichabod knew. Ben wouldn’t just fuck anything that glanced his way, not now.