Twinkle meowed loudly, and Purrcy fussed too.
“Sorry, sorry,” Goldie mumbled. “I gotta piss.”
Day smiled sleepily. Perhaps he’d already been awake and just hadn’t moved, but his eyes were open now.
“Good morning.” Goldie paused to give him a quick kiss, and then continued on his mission to get out of bed. “Breakfast?”
Day nodded, and he stretched across the bed as soon as Goldie vacated it.
Goldie admired the sight of the young man sprawled across his sheets, and he went to the bathroom. Other than his body rebelling from yesterday’s intense adventures, he wasn’t feeling too bad. He was still tired, a little drained, but he was looking forward to a quiet day alone with Day.
Once Day was up, he got Goldie his medicine, changed out the lidocaine patches, and he went to the kitchen to make breakfast and feed the cats. Twinkle joined Purrcy for the morning yowl session. Goldie was fond of their little routine, and he enjoyed sitting on the couch while Day was determined to cook by himself.
Some of the bacon was a little black, but the eggs were delicious.
Goldie sent Florence a text canceling their podcast session along with several sincere apologies. He couldn’t possibly explain everything that had happened in a text, but he swore to Florence that he would make it up to him soon. He promised to even dotwopodcasts if he wanted because he felt so badly about having to blow him off again.
Day wanted to watch a new movie, and he found the stack ofLethal WeaponVHS tapes in the TV cabinet. He held up the first one, showing it to Goldie with a questioning look.
“Excellent choice, baby.” Goldie grinned. “Go on and put it in. Today can totally be aLethal Weaponday.”
Goldie lounged across the couch, Day put Goldie’s legs in his lap along with a purring Twinkle, and they had a wonderfully lazy morning. After such an exciting time yesterday, it was nice to do a whole lot of nothing. It was almost like being in that wonderful submissive fog; he didn’t have to think, he didn’t have to worry about anything, and he could just enjoy his time with Day.
Day had brought his knitting with him to work on a new sweater for Twinkle, but he kept getting distracted by the movie. It didn’t help that Twinkle was very fascinated with the yarn, and Day barely got three loops done.
Loops? Stitches?
Goldie wasn’t sure exactly, but he was glad Day was enjoying the movie so much.
They’d just made it to the second film when there was a knock at the door.
Goldie grimaced.
His immediate gut reaction was not to open it.
“I know you’re in there!” Florence’s voice shouted. “Come on!”
“Motherfucker,” Goldie mumbled.
Day scowled.
“He’s probably pissed that I canceled the podcast.” Goldie sighed. “Let me talk to him. I’ll give him theCliffs Notesversion of what happened and then tell him to go, all right?”
Day nodded, and he gathered up his knitting and Twinkle.
“Going to the bedroom?”
Day nodded again.
Goldie swung his legs off Day so they could both get up, and he groaned as Florence banged on the door again. “One fuckin’ second! Asshole!”
Day scowled some more as he headed into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him in a huff.
Goldie peeked through the peephole to confirm it was Florence, and then he opened the door. “Hey, Flo. Look, I—”
“You asshole!” Florence shouted as he barged in. “How the fuck could you do this to me?” He shoved Goldie. “Leave me some bullshit whiney text message that you don’t feel up to doing the podcast now and then you don’t respond to any of my fucking messages? What the fuck?”
“Easy!” Goldie snapped. “Watch it, Flo.”
