He did a jig, shook his ass, and then went to go find the man he loved.
As he was walking down the stairs, he heard pots and pans in the kitchen, and could smell food.
And he knew what he was making.
Graham jogged the rest of the way down the stone staircase, and into the kitchen.
At the stove, D’Artangnan was stirring something in a pot, and flipping something in a pan.
“Well, well, well, the grilled cheese and tomato-soup bandit has struck again.”
He began laughing.
“I’m predictable, huh?” he asked.
Oh, he was.
When Graham reached his side, he stopped stirring to pull him into his body and kiss him.
It was heated, and there was plenty of tongue.
Yeah, marriage was a good thing, and Graham knew it. He was never getting off of this train.
“Baby,” Michael said, breaking the kiss. “You make me want to go back to bed.”
Graham cupped him through his jeans, and Michael wasn’t lying.
That made him giddy.
This was for him.
“Well, I mean, we can. Someone left me in bed,” he stated.
Michael set him free to turn off the soup. After sex, he’d slept a bit, until he heard some doors slamming in the castle.
That woke him.
After going to investigate, and finding nothing, he opted to make food.
Everyone else had likely eaten in town, but he and Graham hadn’t.
Unless you counted swallowing to be nutrition. So, he’d been compelled to make something he always did when they were younger.
“I haven’t had grilled cheese and tomato soup in a long time,” Graham admitted.
He couldn’t.
It made him think of D’Artangnan, but now, he could have both.
“Well, I was hungry, and I knew you needed to eat. You’ve lost weight,” he stated. “I like my man with some meat on the bone,” he said, slapping him on the ass.
Graham actually laughed.
It was hard to eat when you were laying flat on your back at the bottom of the barrel.
“I could eat,” he admitted, wrapping his arms around Michael’s waist and resting his face against his shoulder.
He felt so good.
