They kissed and headed to their room. After they’d changed, Teddy went to his study, and Geoff headed outside to his shed. He went to work on a pair of nightstands for their room. The ones they had were over ten years old, and he wanted to surprise Teddy with new ones.
As he carved, his thoughts raced about how to bring up to Ciaran that they wanted to play with him. They didn’t even know if he’d want to play with a couple, or if he found them attractive.
Why am I so nervous? Is it because we’ve never pursued a guy like this, or worried if he’d be interested?
There was a lot at stake here. They’d never played at home, and, thanks to the weather, Ciaran was staying with them foran undetermined period. Could they risk having a little fun? He didn’t know.
Chapter Eleven
TEDDY
Teddy rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Geoff lay in bed, snoring away. He watched him for a few minutes. His blond hair messy from tossing and turning. Teddy kissed him on the forehead and headed to the kitchen, easing the door closed.
Ciaran sat in a chair he’d pulled close to the fire and was reading.
“You’re up early,” Teddy said.
“I couldn’t sleep and thought I’d relax with some reading.”
“Would you like to help me in the kitchen?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You said you didn’t know how to cook much, so why not learn while you’re here?”
“I’d love to. Thank you.”
“Of course.” Teddy led him into the kitchen and showed him where they kept all the ingredients, pots, pans, silverware, and how their gas stove worked.
“We only have electric stoves where I’m at,” Ciaran said.
“Gas can be tricky, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”
“So, what’s first?”
Teddy looked at his watch, noting that Geoff would be up in twenty minutes. “We get breakfast ready.”
Teddy directed Ciaran to all the ingredients they were going to need and placed them in specific places he’d set aside. His kitchen was a well-organized space, and everything needed to be in its place for him to run it properly.
Ciaran followed his directions to a tee.
Teddy reached for a wooden spoon and found his hand on top of Ciaran’s. Warmth ran up his arm. A feeling he couldn’t describe. Not like Geoff’s touch, but not the touch of a friend.
“Sorry.” Teddy pulled away.
“No problem.” Ciaran handed him the spoon.
They continued to prepare breakfast. They touched twice more, and the same feeling sprang into Teddy.
What is going on?
“Okay, let’s get the pancake batter ready,” Teddy said.
He guided Ciaran through the order of the ingredients so they’d get the best batter.
“Perfect. Now, use a fork with the pancake mix. It’ll help break up the clumps,” Teddy instructed Ciaran.
“Well, two men cooking breakfast for me? What more could I ask for?” Geoff said.
