“Don’t want to,” He grumbled.
“Why not?”
“She’s going to lecture me about playing that prank on her the last time I was in town.”
“How you get yourself into so much shit, I have no idea,” Scott said, shaking his head.
“It’s…”
Fenrir was interrupted when there was a knock on the door. “You have to go. I hope whatever you did, grand-Odin doesn’t find out.”
“The old man has his own issues. He doesn’t have time to worry about what the fuck I’m up to.”
“You’d think so,” Scott said.
Scott thought about telling Fenrir his father was in Vale Valley but decided against it. Both men were like oil and water. There was another knock on the door, and Scott looked at his cousin.
“You have to go. He doesn’t know I’m related to the gods. I’ll find out what I can and get back to you.” Fenrir nodded and started to disappear. “And next time you show up, use the fucking door.”
His cousin smirked, which told Scott it was never going to happen. Shaking his head, he walked to the door and opened it. A smile graced his lips the second he saw Quintus.
“Hey,” Quintus said in greeting.
“Hey yourself.”
Scott circled an arm around his waist and pulled him close, claiming his lips. It might have been only hours since they last saw each other, but he couldn’t get enough of the man’s kisses.
“What took you so long to answer the door?” Quintus asked when their lips separated.
“I was talking on the phone. My cousin was being a pain in the ass and wouldn’t shut up.” Scott hated lying to Quintus, but he wasn’t sure the man was ready to hear “I’m a demigod” just yet. “You know how family can get.”
“That reminds me, you don’t have a cellphone—” Quintus said, as they walked into his apartment. Quintus followed him into the kitchen and sat at the table as Scott went over to the stove to take the baked chicken out of the oven. “Is that part of your ‘I hate technology thing?’”
“Yeah, I find them obtrusive.”
“But they come in very handy,” Quintus said. “I’m not sure what I would do without my cell.”
“Have you been speaking with Marlow? He’s been bugging me for years to get one.”
“No,” Quintus said chuckling. “The most Marlow and I have said to each other are ‘hi’ and ‘bye.’”
“Good. Don’t get close to him, he’ll tell you all my secrets.”
“You know that makes me want to do the opposite, right?”
“Dammit, my plan didn’t work,” Scott said. “Then I guess I need to try something else.”
“I can think of one thing to keep me away from him,” Quintus whispered, and that got Scott’s attention.
He turned away from the stove and looked at the man. “Yeah, and what’s that?”
Quintus got up and sauntered over to him, Scott’s eyes trailed up and down his body. It was always a pleasure to watch the way the man’s body moved like a sleek cat. Scott licked his lips when Quintus pressed his body against his. He rested his hands on Scott’s chest and trailed them up, wrapping his arms around his neck. He went to his toes and leaned in close, to the point of their lips almost touched.
“You—” Quintus started licking his lips, and Scott gasped when the tip of his tongue grazed his lips. “—can feed me some of that delicious looking chicken.”
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Scott said, barking out a laugh.
“Hey, I have to keep your eyes on me somehow.”
