Bo washed his hands and resumed fixing dinner. “That dog is going to be the death of me.”
Lucky lured the pets outside with bowls of kibble.
Plates and glasses sat on the table when he returned. Warmth from the oven and the scent of spices hinted at who knew what, but his mouth watered.
“Sit.” Bo gestured toward the dining room table. What? They weren’t eating in the kitchen?
Lucky washed up and took his usual seat. Or rather, his usual seat when they bothered with the dining room at all.
Bo didn’t smile, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He fussed around the oven a bit and brought bowls to the table. Salad and some kind of not-meat fritter that still managed to be tasty. With ketchup.
One more trip to the kitchen and Bo returned with a bottle of wine.
“Wine?” They hadn’t drunk much wine since they’d returned from their near-fatal adventure in Mexico.
“It’s a special occasion.”
Lucky wracked his brain. It wasn’t the day they met, was it? Bo’s birthday? No. They had a few weeks left before then. “What occasion?” May Bo let Lucky live if he’d forgotten some milestone in their relationship.
Bo worked magic with a corkscrew and poured them each a glass of wine. “It’s the day you realize you’re not alone and let me take part of the burden.”
Lucky shut Bo up the best way he could, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in, locking their mouths together. He shoved all the things he couldn’t say into the dance of tongue on tongue.
Bo moaned into his mouth and drew back. “The boys won’t be back for a while. What say we take advantage of this alone time?”
Lucky fought the temptation to bend Bo over the nearest surface or take him hard and fast on the kitchen floor. With the thoughts in his head swirling around and around, he needed something more.
Grasping Bo by the hand, Lucky led him into their bedroom, closed and locked the door out of habit. He joined them at the mouth, pressing his tongue against Bo’s, taking Bo into his arms.
Bo matched him stroke for stroke, his hard length pressed against Lucky’s thigh. Holding the kiss, Lucky unbuttoned Bo’s shirt.
He slipped the soft cotton over Bo’s shoulders, sending the shirt to the floor. Every bit of Bo’s chest cried out for Lucky’s fingers to trace the nipples, comb through the whorls of hair. The strong muscles of his back also called.
Lucky stepped back, running his hands from Bo’s shoulder down to his chest and followed the trail with his mouth.
Down and down he wandered, falling to his knees and mouthing Bo’s cock through his khaki pants.
Bo moaned, pushing against Lucky’s mouth. Lucky slid Bo’s zipper down and buried his face in Bo’s groin, breathing in his partner’s comforting scent. He pulled out Bo’s cock and took him deep, moaning around his mouthful.
Bo dug his fingers into the short strands of Lucky’s hair, thrusting in a stuttered rhythm.
Lucky looked up, watching Bo’s face, eyes closed, face serene as Lucky brought him pleasure.
As much as he hated to, he pulled off. Bo let out a disappointed groan.
Lucky rose to his feet, rejoining their mouths. He pulled away long enough to slip his T-Shirt over his head. He and Bo attacked each other’s pants and toed off their shoes.
One good shove to the center of Bo’s chest sent him backward, tumbling onto the bed. Lucky climbed onto the mattress, over Bo. How long had it been since he took his time, loved his man properly? Too many hours lately had been spent worrying, trying so hard to be everything to everybody.
With Bo he didn’t have to be anyone but himself. Once he’d craved freedom, from relationships, the SNB, from his past. From prison.
Funny how he’d found all he didn’t even know he needed in one straight-laced, college-educated ex-Marine, so very different from himself.
Seeing himself in Bo’s eyes, the love shining there, the understanding, made him wonder for the millionth time what such a good man saw in him.
Whatever the attraction, he’d do his best to keep Bo smiling.
He dragged his lips over Bo’s, over his face, his neck, his ears. Bo rolled his head to the side, giving Lucky more room to play on his neck. Lucky rocked his hips, their cocks together.
