confirmed. That initial spark of anger smouldered in the sea-green depths of the man’s eyes, affirming his display of defiance.
Breathing heavily, Lucas rasped, “What brought that on?”
“I’m not a kid,” Kyle said sternly, his lowered eyelids belying his sudden bravado. “I haven’t been a virgin in years and I can take care of myself.”
Lucas’ heart constricted as he recalled cleaning the thin lines of dried blood trailing from Kyle’s anus to his inner thighs. The idea that Kyle had been subjected to rape, abuse, and who knew what else all to keep his brother happy and stay off the streets brought out his killer instincts, but he tamped them down. Kyle’s aggression was born of insecurity, and the last thing the man needed was someone else making the decisions in his life.
Carefully, Lucas grazed a thumb over Kyle’s lips. “You’re right. You’re not a kid. I didn’t mean to imply that you can’t take care of yourself. I guess when you get to be as old as I am, anyone younger seems like a kid.”
Kyle grinned coyly and tilted his head to the side. “You can’t be older than thirty.”
Add on a few centuries and he was damn close. “Be that as it may, I’m still a dirty old man and if you don’t get off of me, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
Green eyes lightened with knowledge and the little imp pressed his crotch forwards before sliding back to the other side of the couch. Lucas clenched his eyes shut and adjusted his aching hard-on, trying to erase the imprint that Kyle’s stiff cock had left against his.
“My mom.”
“What?” Lucas sat up and rubbed his face to regain some composure, trying to decide if he was strong enough to sit through the meal without taking a cold shower.
“My mom taught me how to cook. Not this, exactly,” Kyle gestured with his fork to the food in his lap, “but how to make anything taste good. It’s all about instincts, you know?” He took a bite and chewed, face hidden behind a mass of reddish locks. “She told me once that no matter how many times you cook the same dish, it will always be different because it’s a reflection of your mood and where you are in life. I think…I think she would have been okay with me being gay.”
It wasn’t a question, and yet Kyle looked over, silently pleading for confirmation.
Lucas cleared his throat, taken aback by the mixture of wisdom and vulnerability in the young man next to him. “It sounds like your mother was a very smart woman. Did she pass away?”
Kyle returned his gaze to his plate, shovelling another bite into his mouth. His nod was almost imperceptible. Lucas wasn’t sure what to say. He’d only known his own mother for the first ten years of his life before he’d been sent away for training. His people didn’t place the same values on family structure as humans, but Kyle was hurting and that pained him more than he was willing to admit.
“I’m sure she would have loved you no matter what.”
The small man slanted him a brief, appreciative smile that let him know he’d said the right thing. They ate the rest of their meal quietly, the soft sounds of classical music drifting in the air providing a soothing filler. The timer on the oven went off just as Lucas scraped the last morsel from his plate. Kyle gathered the dishes and left to get the dessert, coming back a few minutes later with two saucers and a tub of whipped cream.
Oh, he could so get used to being pampered like this.
Kyle added a dollop of cream to each piece of pumpkin pie, then handed one to Lucas. The first bite melted in his mouth and he groaned as though in the throes of ecstasy. Kyle let out a peal of laughter that was more satisfying than the delicious concoction in his mouth.
“This is amazing. Did you make it from scratch?”
Kyle giggled. “Nah. We’d need real pumpkins for that. I just added in a few extra spices.”
Lucas moaned around another bite. “Keep
Breathing heavily, Lucas rasped, “What brought that on?”
“I’m not a kid,” Kyle said sternly, his lowered eyelids belying his sudden bravado. “I haven’t been a virgin in years and I can take care of myself.”
Lucas’ heart constricted as he recalled cleaning the thin lines of dried blood trailing from Kyle’s anus to his inner thighs. The idea that Kyle had been subjected to rape, abuse, and who knew what else all to keep his brother happy and stay off the streets brought out his killer instincts, but he tamped them down. Kyle’s aggression was born of insecurity, and the last thing the man needed was someone else making the decisions in his life.
Carefully, Lucas grazed a thumb over Kyle’s lips. “You’re right. You’re not a kid. I didn’t mean to imply that you can’t take care of yourself. I guess when you get to be as old as I am, anyone younger seems like a kid.”
Kyle grinned coyly and tilted his head to the side. “You can’t be older than thirty.”
Add on a few centuries and he was damn close. “Be that as it may, I’m still a dirty old man and if you don’t get off of me, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
Green eyes lightened with knowledge and the little imp pressed his crotch forwards before sliding back to the other side of the couch. Lucas clenched his eyes shut and adjusted his aching hard-on, trying to erase the imprint that Kyle’s stiff cock had left against his.
“My mom.”
“What?” Lucas sat up and rubbed his face to regain some composure, trying to decide if he was strong enough to sit through the meal without taking a cold shower.
“My mom taught me how to cook. Not this, exactly,” Kyle gestured with his fork to the food in his lap, “but how to make anything taste good. It’s all about instincts, you know?” He took a bite and chewed, face hidden behind a mass of reddish locks. “She told me once that no matter how many times you cook the same dish, it will always be different because it’s a reflection of your mood and where you are in life. I think…I think she would have been okay with me being gay.”
It wasn’t a question, and yet Kyle looked over, silently pleading for confirmation.
Lucas cleared his throat, taken aback by the mixture of wisdom and vulnerability in the young man next to him. “It sounds like your mother was a very smart woman. Did she pass away?”
Kyle returned his gaze to his plate, shovelling another bite into his mouth. His nod was almost imperceptible. Lucas wasn’t sure what to say. He’d only known his own mother for the first ten years of his life before he’d been sent away for training. His people didn’t place the same values on family structure as humans, but Kyle was hurting and that pained him more than he was willing to admit.
“I’m sure she would have loved you no matter what.”
The small man slanted him a brief, appreciative smile that let him know he’d said the right thing. They ate the rest of their meal quietly, the soft sounds of classical music drifting in the air providing a soothing filler. The timer on the oven went off just as Lucas scraped the last morsel from his plate. Kyle gathered the dishes and left to get the dessert, coming back a few minutes later with two saucers and a tub of whipped cream.
Oh, he could so get used to being pampered like this.
Kyle added a dollop of cream to each piece of pumpkin pie, then handed one to Lucas. The first bite melted in his mouth and he groaned as though in the throes of ecstasy. Kyle let out a peal of laughter that was more satisfying than the delicious concoction in his mouth.
“This is amazing. Did you make it from scratch?”
Kyle giggled. “Nah. We’d need real pumpkins for that. I just added in a few extra spices.”
Lucas moaned around another bite. “Keep
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