“Dinner is ready!” he hollered.
Something crashed and then Cooper answered, “Be right there.”
Adam went to wash his hands in the sink, and he listened to Cooper come upstairs and do the same, but in the hall bathroom. Cooper joined him in the dining room, dropping a thickly-falled flogger on the other end of the table. He didn’t say anything about it, only took his seat and fluffed his napkin out over his lap.
“This looks delicious, Adam,” Cooper said, giving him an earnest look.
Adam dipped his chin toward his chest and readied to sit, but Cooper’s leg flew out and he kicked the chair out of the way.
“What?” Adam furrowed his brows, unsure of what Cooper was playing at.
“You can sit here. Next to me.” Cooper pointed at the floor.
“Are you serious?”
“You said you were ready to serve, Adam.” Cooper rested his hands over his silverware while he waited for Adam to comply, but Adam didn’t know if he wanted to. He didn’t know if he could.
Cooper quickly caught Adam’s hesitance, taking his hands and folding them into his lap. “I’m asking you to try. If you hate anything, just tell me and we’ll change course.”
“This isn’t what I expected.”
“Something new, then.” Cooper pushed his glasses up his nose and gave Adam a warm and reassuring smile.
“Tiny steps,” Cooper said softly. “Start with this first step and we’ll ease you into it. I’m with you, baby. Not against you.”
This wasn’t a huge deal. He should be able to do it. He’d asked it of Cooper more than once and Cooper hadn’t even batted an eye at the demand. And he’d done it before. He and Cooper had played far beyond Adam on his knees in their past. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and bent his knees until they landed against the carpet. His face flushed with embarrassment. He could feel the heat as it spread through his cheeks all the way to his temples, and he tried to unpack why this felt so much different than it had before.
Maybe because this instance was outside of the bedroom? Not to say they’d only played in bed before, but it had always been in a sexual way, and nothing about being fully dressed and making dinner alone felt sexual to him. That also didn’t shed any light on why his cock burned hot against his leg. He wasn’t hard, but he definitely wasn’t turned off, either, and that was confusing beyond measure.
He arranged himself, settling with his ass on his heels, nestled between Cooper’s spread legs. Cooper reached forward, cradling Adam’s scruffy cheek in his hand. Adam didn’t bother to stop himself from leaning into the touch, seeking the familiarity of it.
“Are you okay?” Cooper asked, stroking his thumb over Cooper’s cheek.
“Yes.”
It was the truth, he realized. He was okay.
“Good.” Cooper sliced into the pork chop and lowered the bite toward Adam’s mouth. “Open up.”
“What?” he sputtered, brows knit together in confusion.
“I said open up,” Cooper repeated. “You served, and now I’m doing my part.”
Adam wasn’t sure about that, but he opened his mouth and let Cooper fork the pork chop into his mouth. He sealed his lips around the tines and pulled the juicy meat into his mouth.
While he chewed, Cooper took a bite for himself, a small moan falling out of his mouth after he swallowed. “This is delicious, Adam. Thank you for dinner.”
Adam unexpectedly preened under the praise, and Cooper offered him another bite, this time a smaller piece of pork with potato as well. He took it with far less hesitation than the first bite, waiting for Cooper to feed him again. Instead, Cooper moved one of the glasses of wine down, pressing the rim against Adam’s lower lip.
“Small drink,” Cooper coaxed as he opened his mouth. “I want your wits about you later.”
Adam let Cooper pour a small sip of the wine against his tongue and he swallowed it eagerly. He found himself leaning forward, hungry for more of the attention that Cooper was giving him. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, this arrangement. Sure, it was humiliating at first, but he was being fed and cared for. The heavy lifting was taken out of the equation, and if he did the mental gymnastics, he could think about this in a different light too. There had been occasions in the past when he’d had submissives feed him, so maybe this was like that?
But there was no telling about why he was arousedbeforehe made that connection. He would have to file that away and think about it later. When he was alone.
Cooper took a drink of the wine, then gave Adam another bite of dinner. They settled into that until the plates were clear and Adam was half-hard from absolutely nothing. Cooper stacked the plates with the silverware on top and handed it to Adam. He pushed the chair back and stood up, his own erection now at Adam’s eye level. Adam licked his lips, fighting the urge to lean in and nuzzle against Cooper’s bulge.
“Take these to the sink,” Cooper said, picking up the flogger and flinging the falls over his shoulder. “Wash up and then meet me in the guest room.”
