"Strap-ons, rings, pumps, sleeves…" I start reciting my list.
"Ben Wa Balls." Felix adds.
I go quiet. I’ve never thought about Felix fucking. But, I bet he does. And, like, yeah, it makes sense he’d know what to use to strengthen pelvic floor muscles.
"I, how, what?" Emmett stutters.
"Just don’t google everything at once." Bryson says with a clap on E.T.’s shoulder. Crosby nods.
"We’ve gotten side tracked." Andre says. "And attention during cooking is vital."
"Shit, sorry." I give the guys a whoops-I-got-busted wince and turn around to finish getting the meal put together.
***
"Where did you order from? It smells really good." Rhys calls as the elevator closes behind him.
"Come see for yourself." I glance around confirming everything is in place.
Rhys rounds the corner and his eyes double in size a millisecond before his grin does too. "What is all this?"
I gesture with my arm to my kitchen island filled with the foods Andre and I made this afternoon. "Dinner is served."
I successfully reheated everything and got to use some of the serving dishes he bought for me to present it.
The apron though? That’s all mine.
Around my waist is a short, red, half apron with the words "Eat Me" right over my crotch.
"Did you make this?" Rhys asks as he sets his overnight bag on the floor before wrapping me up in a hug.
His hands slide down to my bare ass and every word of Andre’s food safety standards lecture flies out the door.
I exhale into his touch and kiss him. Our tongues tangle, his inhale spurs me on, and my apron is little more than a loin cloth at this point.
I pull back but immediately go back in to press one last kiss to his full lips. "I wanted tonight to be one you’d never forget."
"I will never forget you cooking for me naked, Duncan." He turns so we’re side by side admiring the food together. His hand feels so fucking good on my hip it hurts.
The sting of knowing he won’t be here when I get home in two weeks burns an additional layer of significance into every touch.
Because he’s leaving.
I mean I’m leaving first, but I’m coming back.
But I won’t get ahead of myself. Tonight, it’s about him. Us. And having a good time together. I refuse to spend our little remaining time together upset.
"Okay, take a seat." I usher him around to the other side of the island where I laid out a place setting.
I’m feeling nervous. I want him to like the food. I think he likes me, no I know he does, but I want him tolikeme like me, I think.
I’ve lost my mind.
My bare ass hits the stool and it’s cold but I refocus on serving some food onto Rhys’s plate. He picks up his knife and fork and I watch, stare, at him as he cuts a piece and takes a bite.
"Mmmm, yum." He says as he chews.
"Really?"
