“We’ll have to stop by the drug store, huh?” Man, the things they could get at the drug store.
Oh. Dark blush. Hot. “Works for me. We could get some…stuff.”
“We could. Do that thing we were talking about before. Either direction.” He could ride and ride. Coke would feel amazing inside him.
“Or both. Directions, I mean. You gonna have waffles?” Oh, this wasfun.
“Nope. Pancakes. With chocolate. I’ll get a good buzz on.” He winked, slid the toe of his boot up the side of Coke’s ankle.
“I’m going have an omelet. Bacon. They come with little pancakes, it says.” Coke spoke calmly, but his breath hitched as they played footsie.
“Yum.” He’d have to have a protein shake later, but he wanted undiluted pancake and sausage joy. Drinks came, they put their order in, and Dillon set about really making Coke blush.
He watched Coke pour sugar in his coffee.
And pour.
And pour.
And pour.
Well, well. Someone was an addict. Dillon grinned. “Looks like you’re getting all jacked up, too.”
“Huh?” The spoon went into the black sludge. “I got a little sweet tooth in the morning.”
“Uh-huh. Just a bit.” That much sugar would make hiseyes cross. Said the man who was sucking down a chocolate milk. “Have you ever tried M & Ms?”
“Like, the little candies? Sure.”
“No, I mean in your coffee.” He couldn’t see Coke going to Starbucks, but he’d bet the man would like a coffee with chocolate morning.
“Huh? No…” Dillon could see those wheels turning, the lines around Coke’s eyes flashing as he grinned. “I bet that’s something.”
“It is. We’ll try it tomorrow.” Nate had checked in with them late last night, but hadn’t said a word about anything, which was decent. A good thing, as Dillon fully expected Coke to stay with him tonight, too.
“Okay. We got to stop at the store anyways. We could get some snacks for tonight. For after… For late.”
“Sure. Keep us from having to put clothes on to answer the door for room service.” That was a sound plan.Oh, pancakes.
Coke gaped at him, then the plate landed on the table, and he could hear Coke’s stomach growling.
“Tuck in, babe.” Slathering his plate with syrup, Dillon started in, moaning at the little bursts of chocolate.
Coke watched him a second, a damn near gentle smile on his face, then started in on the omelet, peppering it heavily. Dude, that would make him sneeze. Chuckling, he chomped through the sausage, loving the sticky syrup taste.
It took about ten minutes of silent eating before they started slowing down, breathing, starting to chat together again. “Where is it you said we were going? A museum?”
“Yep. The science exploration doolie. I can’t wait.” He hoped there were some of those optical illusion things.
“Sounds good to me. I’m thinking, at some point during the long break, I need to go take AJ’s older ones to a carnival or something, in between training Jase up.”
“Yeah? Doesn’t AJ have, like, eighty of them?” Missy was always popping buns out of the oven.
“Five, although if six’s not on the way, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle.” Coke stopped, fork halfway to his mouth. “Well, I guess I’m Uncle Poppy, no matter what…”
“Poppy…” Blinking, Dillon laughed, chugging the last of his coffee and pouring more from the carafe.
“Yep. I’m Poppy, Andy Baxter is Candy.”
