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Chapter 31
Boris
Ira has almost fallen asleep by the time I park the car in my driveway.I glance at Simon."Quick dinner and then put him to bed?"
He nods."Are you eating with us?"
Hell yeah!I try to keep my expression in check and nod.We get out, and I grab Ira from the backseat and carry him across the street and up the flagstones to Simon's door.
"How many cookies are there left?"Simon unlocks the door.
"I think four packs.We'll have to check the list.I can always bring them on Saturday.He's handed out the majority, it has to be enough, right?"
"I want to come."Ira pushes his head off my shoulder and looks into my eyes.
"Eh...on Saturday?We go early, early in the morning when everyone else is sleeping.And it's no fun.A bunch of grown-ups who run in the forest."Then I scrunch my nose because to a boy, it might not sound too terrible."You know what, we'll ask your dad, but maybe you can meet us at Beantopia after.Most people go there to have breakfast."I look at Simon, who pulls a face but nods.
"Great!Then that's our plan."
We get inside, and Simon puts the Dutch oven on the stove while I set the table.Ira sits on a chair, half asleep.I wince to myself.Maybe it's been a bit much these last few days.He's used to it only being him and Simon, and I've dragged him into the pack where everyone has wanted to talk to him.
He enjoyed it, but a minor energy crash might be expected.
I cut up the bread and realize I should've made a salad.I open Simon's refrigerator.It's mostly empty, but I find a cucumber I cut into sticks.
Once everything is done, we eat.The silence is only broken by the occasional comment.I'm glad I didn't make any dessert today.I don't think Ira would've made it through.On the other hand, then Simon and I could've had dessert after he'd fallen asleep.
When everyone is done, I stand."Put him to bed."
Simon smiles at me."Thank you."
I only nod and bring the Dutch oven to the stove.There is a good portion of chili left, and I search his cupboards for a freezer container.
I find what I'm looking for and stick a label on the lid where I write chili con carne and the date.Then I put the dishes in the dishwasher and wipe the table.
When Simon walks into the kitchen, I'm by the counter.
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, looking tired too."He was out like a light."
I grin and close the distance between us.When he takes a stumbling step away from me, I catch him, spin him around, and press his back against my chest."Where do you think you're going?"I speak low near his ear, and I can feel him shiver.
"Eh..."
I kiss his neck, hug him closer, and groan.He's perfect.I rub a hand over his chest, down over his stomach, and up again.His heart thuds under my palm and I run my lips over the skin on his throat.
"Simon."I slide one hand over his hip and cup his hardening cock on top of his jeans.
A low moan leaves him, but he's still a little too tense for my liking.I kiss his neck again and run my fingers over his pebbling nipple.He jerks in my hold, and I growl low.
It has him stiffening more--not good.Fuck, no growls.I slide my hand over his chest again, making sure to touch his nipples through the shirt.
When I'm sure he isn't about to break free of my hold, I rub the heel of my hand over his hard-on, and he sucks in a breath.I want to yank his jeans open and free him, but I'm not sure he won't object, so I nibble on his throat, soothe the sting with kisses, and circle a nipple with my forefinger.
He trembles, but he still doesn't touch me back or make it easier for me to touch him.All I want is to please him, to leave him relaxed and sated.
"Simon."This time, I put a little reprimand in his name, and he huffs.When I rub his cock again, he groans and tips his head back on my shoulder.
