“Someone answer the door, please!” I yell, stirring the seasoned chicken in the pan.
I strain my ears to listen for Jamie or Tatum, shaking my head when I can’t hear them. Fuck, they must have decided to change.
I’m wearing my normal jeans and black long sleeved t-shirt, my feet bare as I move the pan off the burner. Turning it off, I walk quickly across the house to let Beckham in. Opening the door, I grin at him, enjoying his dressed down clothes.
A pair of jeans and a Henley long sleeved t-shirt with a couple of buttons open may as well be the equivalent of slutty man-lingerie for him.
“Hey, gorgeous. Come on in. I’m making lunch,” I say, drinking his presence in.
“I’m never going to get used to how you look at me,” he mumbles, stepping inside as he looks around. “Where are Jamie and Tatum?”
I can hear the water running upstairs, and I shake my head.
“I think Tatum is taking a quick shower, and Jamie might be helping him scrub his back,” I joke. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”
Closing the door behind him, I slide the deadbolt into place before placing my hand on the small of his back to guide him. Beckham shivers slightly, and my cock twitches at how much I love that I affect him.
“What are you cooking?” he asks me as he inhales deeply. “It smells amazing.”
“Chicken and rice bowls with an avocado sauce,” I explain, pulling out a chair at the island as I pass by. “Sit down and take a load off while I work.”
“Can I help?” he asks, watching as I go back to the stove and turn on the burner to finish off the chicken.
“No, but you can tell me about what you were doing before I texted,” I reply easily.
I’m used to cooking. Jamie would burn toast if I let him, and Tatum can make three foods really well: grilled cheese, ziti, and cheesy potatoes. Outside of that, it’s probably going to be a pizza night if one of them has to cook.
“I was grading papers,” he chuckles. “It feels as if my life revolves around lesson planning and teaching.”
“Do you enjoy teaching?” I ask, scooping the chicken into a container while the rice I have going finishes.
“I enjoy watching the light bulbs go off,” he admits. “When someone asks the hard questions and they get to expand their world view, I get really excited. It means they’re less likely to be an asshole in a world that has too many of them.”
My lips twitch in amusement because he’s not wrong. I begin to sauté broccoli, mushrooms, and other vegetables while I wait for the guys, knowing the food is almost ready. I just need to make the sauce.
I create an assembly line on the counter as I begin to make the sauce, cutting up all the ingredients before throwing it in a blender.
“Sorry, it’s going to get a little loud,” I apologize, putting on the top and pushing the button.
Jamie and Tatum join us as I blend everything together. I can’t help but roll my eyes at them because Jamie’s hair is definitely wet, and his lips are puffy. I swear, they’re ridiculous.
Beckham says hello to the guys, and they both hug him as I pour the sauce into a bowl. This way, everyone can make their own food the way they like it.
“Why are your lips so swollen?” Beckham asks, touching Jamie’s lips.
“Yeah, Jameson,” I tease. “Tater Tot, did you slip in the shower and have your dick fall into his mouth?”
“Guilty as charged.” Tatum grins. “This is why we usually run late to class.”
“And you’re still this horny?” Beckham gapes at him.
“Just imagine how much worse we’d be if we didn’t let off steam,” he chuckles, heading to the cupboard to pull out dishes. “Jamie, fill up the pitcher with water please.”
“Sure,” Jamie says easily, getting to work.
I can feel Beckham watching how easily we move around each other. It’s easy to be this comfortable with people you grew up with.
“How long have you all known each other?” Beckham asks.
