understood.
The couch had chocolate brown microfibre upholstery that matched the overall look of the room. After a bad dream, Jonathan often sat on the couch and watched old movies as he rubbed the soft material with his fingers. The floor was covered in warm wood. Scattered pieces of blown glass added colour to the otherwise brownish room.
“Do you do glass blowing?” Kai asked his eyes focused on a bright red glass bowl.
Jonathan shook his head. “No. I have a friend, Chris, who’s getting his MFA in fine arts and he’s always bringing pieces over. He ran out of room in his apartment so I offered to let him keep them here. He switches them out every now and then. They don’t really belong to me—they are sort of on an ever-rotating loan.”
He smiled as he thought of his vibrant friend. Once a month, Chris showed up on Jonathan’s doorstep with a box of glasswork and a bag of Jonathan’s favourite doughnuts. It was a system that worked for them.
Kai frowned. “What kind of friend?”
“The non-romantic kind,” Jonathan replied. “Chris is so relaxed I’d be forced to kill him if we were involved. I don’t want to get together with anyone I know I’d end up nagging all the time.”
“Good.” Kai’s jealousy should’ve been a turn-off since they weren’t even in a relationship, but Jonathan had to admit he kind of liked Kai’s possessiveness.
“Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll get you something to drink. Soda or booze?” Jonathan offered.
“A beer if you have it,” Kai said.
Jonathan nodded. “I think I’ve got a few bottles.”
He headed to his fridge, pulled out two beers and a plate of cold appetisers and headed back to the living room.
“Oh, food!” Kai’s face radiated pleasure.
“Callum food. These are left over from a party he catered last night. These were the rejects.”
Kai tilted his head. “He gives you his rejects?”
“No, he leaves them in the middle fridge in his condo. It’s sort of a first come, first served deal. I had to fight Dave, Sin’s driver, for these because I love the fig prosciutto things.”
“Middle fridge?”
“Don’t ask.”
Jonathan popped off the bottle cap and handed over the beer before doing the same to his own.
Kai examined the tray’s offerings and chose an olive stuffed with something. The noises Kai made while eating had Jonathan’s cock hardening.
“Oh man, that’s amazing. I don’t even know what I ate, but I want a billion more of them,” he said enthusiastically.
Jonathan laughed. “I know, right? I swear I don’t know half the stuff he pushes at me, but it’s all good.”
Kai’s eyes sparkled as he grabbed an olive and pressed it against Jonathan’s lips. “Here, try this.”
Jonathan opened his mouth and accepted the food inside. He licked Kai’s fingers as he accepted the olive. The combination of spicy herbs and creamy cheese had him groaning.
“You keep that up and I’ll come just from the sound of you eating,” Kai said.
Jonathan coughed. “Don’t say things like that when I’m chewing,” he scolded.
“Sorry.” The curve of Kai’s mouth didn’t reflect his apology. If nothing else, he looked amused.
“Uh-huh.”
“No really. I should’ve waited at least until you swallowed. It’s only polite.” Butter would not only melt in Kai’s mouth, it would burn away completely in a few seconds.
“Are we still talking about the olive?” Jonathan asked suspiciously.
“Maybe,” Kai countered.
Encouraged, Jonathan leant forward. Kai tilted up his chin to accept Jonathan’s kiss. The spice of the olives still lingered on Kai’s lips. Jonathan lapped at the oil and tang before delving into Kai’s mouth and plundering the flavour on a more intimate level.
Kai gripped Jonathan’s shirt, yanking him closer. If Jonathan had thought the olive-eating noises were filthy, the sounds Kai made now could’ve starred as the soundtrack in their own porn video.
Jonathan slid his hand around
The couch had chocolate brown microfibre upholstery that matched the overall look of the room. After a bad dream, Jonathan often sat on the couch and watched old movies as he rubbed the soft material with his fingers. The floor was covered in warm wood. Scattered pieces of blown glass added colour to the otherwise brownish room.
“Do you do glass blowing?” Kai asked his eyes focused on a bright red glass bowl.
Jonathan shook his head. “No. I have a friend, Chris, who’s getting his MFA in fine arts and he’s always bringing pieces over. He ran out of room in his apartment so I offered to let him keep them here. He switches them out every now and then. They don’t really belong to me—they are sort of on an ever-rotating loan.”
He smiled as he thought of his vibrant friend. Once a month, Chris showed up on Jonathan’s doorstep with a box of glasswork and a bag of Jonathan’s favourite doughnuts. It was a system that worked for them.
Kai frowned. “What kind of friend?”
“The non-romantic kind,” Jonathan replied. “Chris is so relaxed I’d be forced to kill him if we were involved. I don’t want to get together with anyone I know I’d end up nagging all the time.”
“Good.” Kai’s jealousy should’ve been a turn-off since they weren’t even in a relationship, but Jonathan had to admit he kind of liked Kai’s possessiveness.
“Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll get you something to drink. Soda or booze?” Jonathan offered.
“A beer if you have it,” Kai said.
Jonathan nodded. “I think I’ve got a few bottles.”
He headed to his fridge, pulled out two beers and a plate of cold appetisers and headed back to the living room.
“Oh, food!” Kai’s face radiated pleasure.
“Callum food. These are left over from a party he catered last night. These were the rejects.”
Kai tilted his head. “He gives you his rejects?”
“No, he leaves them in the middle fridge in his condo. It’s sort of a first come, first served deal. I had to fight Dave, Sin’s driver, for these because I love the fig prosciutto things.”
“Middle fridge?”
“Don’t ask.”
Jonathan popped off the bottle cap and handed over the beer before doing the same to his own.
Kai examined the tray’s offerings and chose an olive stuffed with something. The noises Kai made while eating had Jonathan’s cock hardening.
“Oh man, that’s amazing. I don’t even know what I ate, but I want a billion more of them,” he said enthusiastically.
Jonathan laughed. “I know, right? I swear I don’t know half the stuff he pushes at me, but it’s all good.”
Kai’s eyes sparkled as he grabbed an olive and pressed it against Jonathan’s lips. “Here, try this.”
Jonathan opened his mouth and accepted the food inside. He licked Kai’s fingers as he accepted the olive. The combination of spicy herbs and creamy cheese had him groaning.
“You keep that up and I’ll come just from the sound of you eating,” Kai said.
Jonathan coughed. “Don’t say things like that when I’m chewing,” he scolded.
“Sorry.” The curve of Kai’s mouth didn’t reflect his apology. If nothing else, he looked amused.
“Uh-huh.”
“No really. I should’ve waited at least until you swallowed. It’s only polite.” Butter would not only melt in Kai’s mouth, it would burn away completely in a few seconds.
“Are we still talking about the olive?” Jonathan asked suspiciously.
“Maybe,” Kai countered.
Encouraged, Jonathan leant forward. Kai tilted up his chin to accept Jonathan’s kiss. The spice of the olives still lingered on Kai’s lips. Jonathan lapped at the oil and tang before delving into Kai’s mouth and plundering the flavour on a more intimate level.
Kai gripped Jonathan’s shirt, yanking him closer. If Jonathan had thought the olive-eating noises were filthy, the sounds Kai made now could’ve starred as the soundtrack in their own porn video.
Jonathan slid his hand around
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