TUESDAY MORNINGJasper woke early enough to slip out of bed and make breakfast. He usually resorted to scrambled eggs and toast. Bacon if he was feeling confident. Pancakes if he had the patience. But today he wanted to try his hand at waffles. He was sure they had to be easier than pancakes, especially when the waffle iron meant they wouldn’t be misshapen. Except the first one he made was not only deformed but nearly charred, and he spent ten minutes on his phone finding a recipe with easy instructions.
It took three more attempts before he made one that looked edible, and by then he realized he’d made far too much batter and had to decide whether to use it all, toss it, or save it for later. In the end he used most of it trying to make four crispy golden waffles like Vincent could make. Once he had those, he scrambled some eggs, topped them with cheese, and filled two plates. He found a serving tray to pile it all onto with two large mugs of coffee, and then he headed upstairs.
Vincent was still passed out, so he set the tray on a nightstand and crawled back into bed, where he proceeded to latch on to Vincent and nuzzle, kiss, and bite his shoulder until he woke up. With an incoherent grumble, Vincent rolled over, pinned Jasper beneath him, and buried his face in his hair. “Who disturbs my slumber?”
Jasper snickered and slid his hands down to grope Vincent’s ass. “It is I, Jasper. Your humble subby slut.”
Vincent pulled away with a sleep-rough laugh. “You got two of three right anyway,” he murmured.
“Hey!”
Vincent smirked as he sat up and reached for a cup of coffee. He took a sip and sank against the headboard, closing his eyes with a soft hum.
“Don’t go back to sleep,” Jasper grumbled, reaching over Vincent for the tray and settling it over his lap before picking up a plate.
“Why not?”
“’Cause we have things to do.”
“And by things, do you mean you?”
“Duh.”
When Vincent shook his head, Jasper grinned and shoved a large bite of waffle into his mouth. They ate in silence until Jasper couldn’t hold back anymore and propped his shoulder against Vincent’s. “Sooo, is it only playing as an evil doctor you’re interested in, or are there other things too?”
Vincent paused with his cup pressed against his lip, clearing his throat and taking a sip before answering. “Role-play is one of the things I enjoy most.”
“Really?” he asked in surprise. “But you’re always….” He flicked his fingers as he sought the right word.
“An uptight dick?” Vincent asked dryly.
Jasper elbowed him. Only he could call Vincent a dick. “Calm and collected.” He shoveled the last of his eggs into his mouth, set the tray with dishes aside, then crawled into Vincent’s lap to straddle his thighs. He hooked his fingers in Vincent’s T-shirt. “So what else do you like to role-play?”
“Anything we can come up with.” Vincent drained the rest of his coffee and leaned over to set it on the nightstand. When he turned his attention back to Jasper, he settled both hands on Jasper’s hips and slid his fingers under the hem of his shirt. “Pirate and captive. Prostitute and priest. Rival mafia bosses.”
Jasper’s eyebrows twitched higher with each suggestion, which somehow got progressively more outlandish, but whenVincent mentioned royalty and a knight, he couldn’t stop the impulse to clamp a hand over Vincent’s mouth to stop him. “Like a king or… a prince?”
Vincent smiled against his palm. “Do you want to be a prince?” he asked, his words muffled.
Heat crept up Jasper’s neck at the suggestion, briefly imagining Vincent sprawled out beneath him before realizing a prince could just as easily be the one on the bottom. He licked his lips and slowly removed his hand from Vincent’s mouth. “Do you want to be my….” Not a knight or a guard. That sounded typical and boring. “Advisor?”
“And what would I be advising you on?”
Jasper pressed his lips together and barely managed to keep from sayingsex, obviously. “How to be a good ruler.”
“Like making sure you don’t disappear every time the king mentions marriage?”
He tipped his head back with a wrinkle of his nose. “He shouldn’t keep trying to marry me off to snobby princesses.”
“A snobby prince is more to your liking, then?”
“Or a scruffy, pain-in-my-ass advisor.”
“Scruffy,” Vincent repeated, narrowing his eyes.
Jasper lifted his hands to scritch his knuckles against the two-days-worth of stubble on Vincent’s jaw. “Sexy scruffy.” He trailed his fingers down Vincent’s throat and chest. “You’re more my type. Don’t you want to advise me on how to please my future spouse?” he asked, fluttering his lashes with a small pout. “Am I not to your liking?” A thrill shivered down Jasper’s spine when Vincent’s fingers tightened on his hips.
Vincent leaned forward and dragged the tip of his nose against Jasper’s cheek before whispering in his ear. “You want me to teach you how to properly fuck your partner?”
