He heaved out a sighas he parked the bike on the street. He hated having it vulnerable to either a drive-by crash or four strong men in a van on a stealing spree.
“Wonder if there’s protected parking close. I’ll ask Denis. Be worth a monthly rental to have peace of mind.”
Denis met him at the door with a kiss and a cold beer, and Cherry backed him into the kitchen with a steaming hot kiss. He put the beer on the counter and wrapped both his arms around Denis. “God I’m glad to be home. There’s so much shit right now, you’re like the center of a storm, I always feel just a bit calmer when I’m around you.”
“I’m your whirling eye? That doesn’t sound peaceful.” Denis tilted Cherry’s chin so he could attack the edge of his jaw. Cherry let his eyes drift closed, riding the wave of attraction and excitement.
“Did you know that makes me crazy?” He groaned softly. “Like legit crazy. Makes me want to tear your clothes off.”
“Good to know,” Denis said, lips moving against Cherry’s skin.
At that moment, Cherry’s phone buzzed from his front pocket.
“Ugh,” he groaned. “What do they want now?” He pulled it from his pocket and answered it, just as Denis found another sensitive place, right behind the hinge of his jaw. “Legit crazy.” He wasn’t aware he’d whispered the word aloud until Busk started laughing. “What do you want?”
“Well, when I called it was to tell you we’re starting back up about noon tomorrow. Still have a lot to hash out. But now, I want to know exactly what your Guy is doing that’s making you, and I quote, ‘Legit crazy’?”
“Fuck you. I’ll be there by noon.” He disconnected the call and tossed the phone on the counter. “Sorry, babe.” Tipping his chin up, he stared into Denis’ eyes. “I’m all yours now, at least until noon.”
Denis arched one eyebrow and grinned. “Good to know. Grab your beer and let’s head over to the makeout couch.”
Cherry picked up the beer and took a deep drink. “The couch has a name now?”
“Of course. We have to accurately describe its new duties.”
“’Of course,’ he says, like that makes sense.” Cherry followed Denis to the couch and sat on the end that had somehow become his, beer on the coaster on the table. He held out his arms and Denis came to him, settling on the cushions between Cherry’s wide-spread legs. “Now, more about this couch.”
“Sometimes a demonstration is the easiest way to understanding.”
It was a couple hours later that they were moving to the bedroom and Cherry started chuckling as he walked through the door, Denis’ hand in his. “Is this now the fucking bed? Because I could make an argument to that effect.”
“And this solicitor wouldn’t argue against.”
***
Denis
He knew it was late, the darkness pressing against the windows. Denis had tried to keep from watching the clock, because not only would that not make time move faster, but it actually seemed to slow it considerably.
The light tap at the door sounded like a gunshot to the nervous Denis, and he snapped, “Come in already.”Maybe it’s Cherry.
Carole popped around the edge of the door. “Are you going to take my head off if I bother you?”
“No, of course not. I’m just on edge tonight. I don’t know why.”
“Lie number one. Even I know why, Denis.” She shook her head and Denis noticed not one strand of hair moved.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Do that thing with your hair.”
“What thing with my hair?”
“That non-moving thing. I just realized I’ve never seen your hair move. Not even during Katrina. I clearly remember being able to use your hair as a boat. Never even took on water.”
“Nephew, you are about to be on my last nerve. Hair spray, you might have heard of it? I remember you liking that musical, the one all about hair.”
