Nico gave him his prettiest pout. “You think I woke you up ‘cause I want you to cook for me?”
Mal gazed at him fondly.Yes, you manipulative little brat.
Mal shrugged. “Nori bites my nose whenshewants to be fed. I’m just going by your context clues, Fidget. Why else would you wake me up? Are you lonely?”
Nico sighed, then flopped onto his back like a rag doll. “No, I’m hungry.”
Mal rolled his eyes with another soft laugh. He tried to sit up, but grunted as his muscles protested, the sharp pain stealing his breath for a moment or two.
Nico’s eyes went wide. “Never mind,” he said quickly, face twisting with concern. “I’ll go. I can do it myself.”
This time, Mal couldn’t stop his laugh. “You can’t cook, Fidget. I’ve seen you burn water. You’ll set the house on fire.”
Once more, Nico’s face became comically sullen. “Hey, I’ll have you know, I survived just fine before you and Shiloh came into our lives.”
Lie.
“You survived on cup ramen and frozen dinners, neither of which we have in the house at the moment.”
“Ugh, fine, whatever,” Nico sulked. “Still, I’ll…improvise.”
Nico’s improvisation was a bag of knock-off Lucky Charms cereal placed between them as they sat in bed in their underwear playing This or That.
Nico sat beside him, face scrunched, pondering his next question. “Cotton candy or caramel popcorn?”
Mal wrinkled his nose. “Neither. They’re both sticky. Trying to eat them would stress me out.”
“But if youhadto choose?” Nico pressed, leaning into his space.
Mal shuddered at the idea of touching either substance. “Gun to my head, IguessI would choose cotton candy.”
“Why?” Nico asked with a grin.
Mal shrugged. “‘Cause it either comes on a stick or in a bag, so it’s the least likely to touch my skin.”
Nico made a face that saidfair enoughthen moved onto his next food related question. “Waffles or pancakes?”
“Well, if Ihaveto choose,” he said, exaggerating his words, “pancakes over waffles, but I eat your leftovers, so I can’t truly afford to be too picky.”
Nico narrowed his eyes at him. “Keep being mean and I will poke you in the ribs again.”
Mal arched a brow at him. “And I’ll put you over my knee and spank you ‘til you cry…again.”
Nico’s pupils blew, his breath punched from his lungs. “No fair,” he managed. “You can’t just say things that make me horny every time you want to win a fight.”
Mal shrugged. “Why? Seems like an excellent strategy from where I’m sitting.” He looked down at the outline of Nico’s now half-hard cock, watching a wet spot appear on his tight little boxer briefs. “It’s clearly working.”
“You’re mean,” Nico pouted.
Mal gave him a dark look before purring, “You have no idea, Fidget.”
Nico made a whiny little noise that made Mal’s own dick take notice. Nico’s gaze dropped to his lap, a slow smirk forming as he climbed over the cereal bag to sit on Mal’s thighs. One of Nico’s favorite places to perch.
“Am I hurting you?” Nico asked anxiously.
“No,” Mal murmured, running his thumb over Nico’s bottom lip. “Whatcha doing over here?”
Nico shrugged. “These questions are boring. Let’s spice it up a little. Give me your phone.”
