Rhys
Why are you naked?
"Youcertainlyhaveaknack for finding fucking awesome houses." Duncan whistles as he tosses an industrial sized bag of frozen chicken nuggets onto the counter and starts riffling through the pantry of the home I rented.
I’m glad Zara had the groceries delivered because it’s making it easier to ogle Duncan while he’s distracted.
We’ve started our calls lately on video, switching to just audio when our clothes come off.
Having him physically here is a little jarring. My mind never could really capture the size of him through the screen.
But I live here now.
I get to see him all the time.
No more rushing back to my bus or hotel room.
No more nights alone wishing he were with me.
This place will be for us.
"I was impressed by the options Zara was able to pull together. This one was the most private while also being a relatively easy drive to the school."
"And you’ll be there like all day huh?" Duncan twists open a tub of sourdough pretzel rods and walks over to the fridge. "Good thing I brought you dino nuggets, you’re going to be needing them."
"Yeah, I start at ten and will wrap up around six most nights." My words slow as I watch him squirt honey mustard directly onto the pretzel rod, sending brownish-yellow splatters on the counter. "Duncan."
"What?" He asks as he takes a giant bite.
With a shake of my head I cross over and pull a paper towel off the roll to wipe up. I open a few cabinets until I find a plate and a little bowl.
Duncan watches as I take a handful of pretzels out and place them on the plate and then fill the bowl with mustard before returning everything to where it came from.
"But, what if I want more?" He asks as he goes in for a dip.
"Then you can add more to your plate."
"But," he raises an eyebrow to me in challenge. "What if I want less."
"Then don’t eat it all."
"But that’s a waste. With my system I could enjoy exactly what I wanted."
"Your system was messy."
"But efficient."
"Duncan," I place my hands on my hips and look up at the ceiling. With a cleansing exhale. "Please don’t get mustard splatters all over my new home."
"Fine." He chews and wipes his mouth on the paper towel I used. "So Charming, are we christening this place today."
I can’t help it, I blush. "I could be into that."
"Yeah?" The hopeful look in his eyes is empowering. Duncan, this fun-loving, attractive, fit as fuck man wants me just as much as I want him. It’s an ego boost of monumental proportions.
And, it’s the fuel for my next words.
"Yeah. And, one of our rules is to say what we want right?"
