“You’re going to leave the kitchen to calm down.”
Chad shook his head.
Romeo carried on regardless.
“I’m going to make a pie for us to eat.Afterwards, you’re going to get yourself ready for me in the shower and then I’ll give you what you want.”
“And what is it I want?”
Romeo stared into Chad’s needy eyes.“You want me to choke you unconscious while my fingers are inside you.”
Chad froze.For a second, Romeo worried he’d gone too far, then Chad started nodding.He kept nodding, looking stunned.
“Yes,” he whispered.“I want that.”
“Okay,” Romeo yanked his hands free.“And you can have it.”
Chad took a step towards him.
Romeo put every ounce of authority he possessed into his voice.“Later.”
“Later.”Chad repeated.“But ...why not now?”
“Because.”
“Because what?”
Romeo sighed, glancing at the Tupperware box on the side.“The apples and blackberries have thawed, and if I re-freeze them or put them in the fridge, they won’t taste as nice.”
“Are ...are you serious right now?”
“And I like the anticipation.”Romeo pushed Chad towards the door.“Now go.You’re too distracting to be in the kitchen with me.”
“You’re such a house husband.”
Romeo widened his eyes.
Chad winked as he left the room.
House husband.
He’d only ever referred to himself as a house husband once, at the cottage.Chad had been unable to recall anything about that week until that moment.Just two words.
It was almost enough for Romeo to follow him, pin him down and give Chad what he’d said he would.
‘You want me to choke you unconscious while my fingers are inside you.’
Romeo saw Chad’s dead body when he blinked.His hand around his throat, fingers digging into his skin, dripping red down his neck.His cock deep inside him when rigor mortis set in—
“No.”Romeo growled.
His erection had gone.
Romeo pushed the thoughts away and got started on the pastry.
Fifteen minutes later, while stewing the apples and blackberries on the stove, the living room door slammed.
Romeo took the pan off the heat.“Chad?”
