Gabe caught him before he could leave, holding him gently. “I don’t mind a bit of fat on your ass.”
“Right!” He scoffed, his eyes darting away.
Gabe tilted his head back. “Look at me. You’re not fat, ok?”
Damian’s lips twisted into a sour smile. “Sure…”
“You’re not fat.” Waiting until those wandering eyes went back to him, settling.
Damian blew a breath. “Alright…”
“Some cold meat and vegetables? Eggs?”
“Ok, ok… just order whatever…”
Gabe smiled and let him go, pulling him back before he could walk out stark naked. “The kid?”
“Shit…” But he found his boxers in the drawer and pulled one on.
Gabe pushed his tongue in his cheek. “Too bad I can’t jump you right now…”
“And do what?” But his eyes played as he straightened.
“Fuck your fat ass.”
“Hey!” He almost caught him, but Gabe had darted outside, laughing. He scooped Armando up and rolled with him on that large sofa, tickling that small boy, his laughter filling the room.
Damian just walked to the phone and ordered breakfast, watching them play. Running his hand down his side, over his ribs.
Gabe had to leave then for another shift. “When I’m back, I’ll have two days off.”
Damian pulled a face. “You could just stop working.”
“No.” He kissed him, taking his suitcase. “And don’t even try.”
“Ok, ok… Say bye-bye to Gabe. He’s going.”
“Vas a volar, Gabe?”
He scooped him up. “Si.”
“Alto en el cielo.”
“Si. Con un avión.”
“Puedo ir contigo?”
“Ahora no. Tal vez pronto?”
He hugged him and wiggled down, running to his toy chest.
Gabe walked to Damian, cupping his grim face. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Alright.”
“Don’t be an asshole about this.”
Damian’s face flushed a bit. “Okay.”
