“You definitely do,” Luke laughs, looking me over. I’m sure I’m quite the sight with precum drying on my stomach and a completely wrecked hole. “I’ll rinse off real quick and get it warmed up for you.”
I give his ass a smack as he climbs off of me, giving me a great view as he saunters away.
After catching my breath for a minute, I force my legs to carry me to the bathroom, where Luke is already climbing out of our walk-in shower. Steam billows out after him, and he wraps a towel around his waist, to my dismay. “Got it hot for you,” he tells me with a kiss to my forehead. He starts his skincare routine (he has a million products, I swear—“Keeps me looking young,” he insists), and I step into the scalding hot shower, sighing in relief as the water rains down on my muscles.
Not for the first time, I’m left wondering how this is my life now.
I spent way too long in the shower, not getting out until the water ran cold. My fingers are all pruny now. As usual, I’m planning out my day as I brush my teeth, and I remember that it’s technically our day off. Since we work for ourselves, we both decided that we’d take at least one day per week where we don’t focus on work or content at all, and we just enjoy the day and one another. I love our days off, and I’m planning to use this one to convince Luke to let me decorate the condo for Christmas.
Aggie pokes her head out from under her blankets as I get dressed, stretching lazily and thumping her tail at the sight ofme. Luke keeps grumbling that she’s already more bonded to me than she is to him, and I laugh him off, but shehasseemed to take a liking to me. I’m surprised she stayed up here instead of following Luke down for breakfast. “Why didn’t you go with your daddy?” I ask, rubbing behind her ears. “You’re gonna make him think you don’t love him.” She blinks up at me, unconcerned, and I chuckle and shake my head.
Aggie is bouncing happily down the stairs behind me when I spot Luke at his desk, an angry scowl etched across his features at whatever he’s looking at on his laptop screen. He’s leaned back in his chair, but his arms are crossed, and the vein running along his bicep is bulging from the tension, like he’s about ready to fight someone. My steps falter. “Babe?” I say hesitantly.
His head snaps up and his body language immediately softens, but his eyes are still stormy and his jaw is tight.
“What are you working on?” I ask carefully before making my way over and taking a seat in his lap. He immediately wraps his arms around me and presses his face into my neck, and Aggie gets comfortable in her bed under the desk.
“Just some of your content,” he replies stiffly, taking a deep breath like he’s trying to inhale me.
I turn to look at the screen, and see a freeze frame of Beau Brady bent over my prone form, my jaw in his hand and a line of spit trailing from his lips to my open mouth. I glance between Luke and the laptop, confused.
We talked a little about our collabs with Beau and Axel beforehand, but didn’t really discuss them after the fact. We left for work, came home, and everything seemed fine. I had chatted with Beau on the shoot, and he asked me to say hello to Luke for him, which I did. Luke asked how Beau had been lately, and that was that.
I didn’t mind working with Beau, but it didn’t hold a candle to what I have with Luke, so I honestly haven’t thought of itagain until now. Luke had offered to edit the video for me, and he’s so much better at it than I am, I agreed. But now something is obviously not right. “Everything okay?”
He nuzzles into my neck and closes his eyes. “Yeah, baby,” he says after a moment. “Everything’s fine.”
“Everything doesn’t seem fine,” I argue gently, running my fingers through his still-damp hair soothingly. “Is it the video? I don’t mind editing it myself.”
“No, I’ll edit it,” he insists, but his muscles still feel strained beneath me, his entire body pulled taut. “I told you I would, and I will.”
I take his face in both hands and force him to meet my gaze. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on? Rule number one is we talk about work, remember? And something is clearly bothering you.”
Luke sighs, and finally, some of the agitation drains out of his body. “I just…I don’t like this.” He points at the screen. “I don’t like that he did that to you.”
I look at the frozen video again, still confused. “Did what? Spit in my mouth?”
His jaw tightens. “Yes,” he grits out. “He should have more respect for you than that.”
A small laugh escapes with my relieved exhale. “Oh…well, it’s okay, babe, I didn’t mind. I thought it was kinda hot, actually.”
Luke’s amber eyes search mine for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I chuckle, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I didn’t mind at all. Beau was very respectful the whole time. I don’t think he would have done anything I didn’t like. He was really nice when I told him we were together, too. He was happy for us.”
“Okay,” he says slowly, still searching my face for any sign of discomfort. “If you’re sure. I just want your scene partners to treat you right.”
I rub my thumbs over his cheekbones soothingly. “He did, I promise you. I would have told you if he hadn’t. And most importantly, I would have told him. Don’t worry. Besides, it’s our day off. You’re not even supposed to be working on this anyway.” Reaching over, I shut the laptop.
Luke frowns at it for a second and then smiles up at me, tightening his arms around my waist. “Yes, sir. What would you like to do then?”
My dick gives an interested twitch at the “sir.” Apparently we like that. But now isn’t the time.
Hopping off Luke’s lap, I give him my best puppy dog eyes. “I was thinking we could go buy a Christmas tree. Make it a little more festive around here.”
He raises a skeptical eyebrow at me. “Oh, you were, were you?” Since he hasn’t really celebrated holidays as an adult, he doesn’t have a tree, or lights, or any of it. I managed to convince him to get the Christmas lights for the patio when I told him I wasn’t planning to go home for Christmas since we were just there for Thanksgiving, and he had been wanting lights out there anyway.
“Pleaaase?” I hit him with the puppy dog eyesandthe lower lip pout this time. “You saw how my mom was at Thanksgiving. Just imagine their house at Christmas. It looks like Santa Claus threw up in there. I’m used to living a certain type of lifestyle, you know? And if you’re going to be my boyfriend, I’m afraid you’re going to have to step it up…”
