parting to let him in, Cort
began to suck on his tongue and it was sweet and lazy, and also hot.
“You make me not want to be good.” No, Finn wanted to be
most wicked.
“Being good is overrated. It’s far more fun to be bad and
take the punishment.”
Finn chuckled softly. No. Punishments were bad.
“Are you hungry, pup? We should have steak and eggs for
breakfast.”
“Can we do that?” Steak? For breakfast? Finn could hardly
believe it.
“Why not? It’s what we want.”
“Oh. I.” Steak for breakfast. He wanted to tell the others.
People had steak for breakfast, just because.
Grinning, Cort grabbed his cell phone and called someone. “Yes,
it’s Cort. Yes, that’s right. Two steak-and-eggs breakfasts, please. Rare. Very
rare. And over easy. Thank you.”
“Can you call your friend, please?” Finn asked before he was
terrible and forgot again. “Make sure everyone is well?”
“Of course.” Cort pressed a different set of numbers. “Kyle?
It’s Cort. My mate is worried about his twin and his friends.”
The phone was handed over to him, almost immediately. “Finn?”
“Yes?” he answered, recognizing Kyle’s voice.
“Everyone settled in just fine. They’re having breakfast in
the dining hall now.”
“Oh.” He wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but it sounded
good.
“You and Cort could join us if you wish.”
“I—” Stopping abruptly, he looked at Cort, wide-eyed,
unwilling to cause offense.
“What, pup?”
“He wants to know if we want to come to the dining hall.”
“Do you want to?” Cort asked.
“I…” He didn’t know. He wanted to see everyone, but he
wanted to stay here. He needed to get ready for work, but he wanted steak with
eggs.
Cort kissed his nose and took the phone from him. “We’re
having breakfast here, Kyle, but maybe we can meet up after we’ve eaten? Okay,
yes. Thank you.”
Oh. Oh, better. Finn felt so much better. “Thank you.”
Cort smiled at him. “I want you to be happy, Finn.”
“I just… I want to do the right things. I do.”
“So sweet.”
He pushed close, hiding from the guilt of wanting to stay
here, feel. Cort’s arms wrapped around him, tugging him in close and all he
could smell was the two of them. His world spun and he whimpered, the whole
universe right there.
“Pup?” Cort drew back at his whimper and looked down at him,
eyes concerned. “You okay?”
He nodded, utterly overwhelmed.
Cort pushed his hair back from his face and kissed his eyes,
then his nose, then his mouth. “Are you sure?”
“You’re everywhere.”
Cort looked very pleased by his words and he leaned in,
hiding again. Cort seemed content to hold him, hands so warm where they rested
on his skin. Time stopped and Finn let it, just floating.
The knock on the door sounded as if it were a shot across
the quiet and he jerked hard in surprise.
“Shh. Easy, pup .That’s just our breakfast.”
Cort dropped a kiss on the side of his mouth and got out of
bed. Slipping on a pair of boxers, Cort answered the door.
Finn wrapped in the blankets and peered out, really looking
at the apartment for the first time, seeing it.
Past the den was a good-sized room with several large chairs
that looked as though they could fit three or four pups in them, facing an
entertainment unit. To the right was the kitchenette, with the table and chairs
where they’d sat last night. The bathroom was beyond that. The whole place was
done in browns and greens and felt as if it were a forest. There were two other
doors, both closed. He pondered, a guestroom and an office?
A young man pulled a table into the room and moved its
contents to the dining table before giving a little bow and rolling the table
back out again. The scent of meat filled the air, making Finn’s tummy rumble
loudly.
Chuckling, Cort held out his hand. “Come eat, pup.”
“Steaks. For breakfast.”
Nodding, Cort pulled the lids off the plates and the smell
of steak intensified, drew
began to suck on his tongue and it was sweet and lazy, and also hot.
“You make me not want to be good.” No, Finn wanted to be
most wicked.
“Being good is overrated. It’s far more fun to be bad and
take the punishment.”
Finn chuckled softly. No. Punishments were bad.
“Are you hungry, pup? We should have steak and eggs for
breakfast.”
“Can we do that?” Steak? For breakfast? Finn could hardly
believe it.
“Why not? It’s what we want.”
“Oh. I.” Steak for breakfast. He wanted to tell the others.
People had steak for breakfast, just because.
Grinning, Cort grabbed his cell phone and called someone. “Yes,
it’s Cort. Yes, that’s right. Two steak-and-eggs breakfasts, please. Rare. Very
rare. And over easy. Thank you.”
“Can you call your friend, please?” Finn asked before he was
terrible and forgot again. “Make sure everyone is well?”
“Of course.” Cort pressed a different set of numbers. “Kyle?
It’s Cort. My mate is worried about his twin and his friends.”
The phone was handed over to him, almost immediately. “Finn?”
“Yes?” he answered, recognizing Kyle’s voice.
“Everyone settled in just fine. They’re having breakfast in
the dining hall now.”
“Oh.” He wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but it sounded
good.
“You and Cort could join us if you wish.”
“I—” Stopping abruptly, he looked at Cort, wide-eyed,
unwilling to cause offense.
“What, pup?”
“He wants to know if we want to come to the dining hall.”
“Do you want to?” Cort asked.
“I…” He didn’t know. He wanted to see everyone, but he
wanted to stay here. He needed to get ready for work, but he wanted steak with
eggs.
Cort kissed his nose and took the phone from him. “We’re
having breakfast here, Kyle, but maybe we can meet up after we’ve eaten? Okay,
yes. Thank you.”
Oh. Oh, better. Finn felt so much better. “Thank you.”
Cort smiled at him. “I want you to be happy, Finn.”
“I just… I want to do the right things. I do.”
“So sweet.”
He pushed close, hiding from the guilt of wanting to stay
here, feel. Cort’s arms wrapped around him, tugging him in close and all he
could smell was the two of them. His world spun and he whimpered, the whole
universe right there.
“Pup?” Cort drew back at his whimper and looked down at him,
eyes concerned. “You okay?”
He nodded, utterly overwhelmed.
Cort pushed his hair back from his face and kissed his eyes,
then his nose, then his mouth. “Are you sure?”
“You’re everywhere.”
Cort looked very pleased by his words and he leaned in,
hiding again. Cort seemed content to hold him, hands so warm where they rested
on his skin. Time stopped and Finn let it, just floating.
The knock on the door sounded as if it were a shot across
the quiet and he jerked hard in surprise.
“Shh. Easy, pup .That’s just our breakfast.”
Cort dropped a kiss on the side of his mouth and got out of
bed. Slipping on a pair of boxers, Cort answered the door.
Finn wrapped in the blankets and peered out, really looking
at the apartment for the first time, seeing it.
Past the den was a good-sized room with several large chairs
that looked as though they could fit three or four pups in them, facing an
entertainment unit. To the right was the kitchenette, with the table and chairs
where they’d sat last night. The bathroom was beyond that. The whole place was
done in browns and greens and felt as if it were a forest. There were two other
doors, both closed. He pondered, a guestroom and an office?
A young man pulled a table into the room and moved its
contents to the dining table before giving a little bow and rolling the table
back out again. The scent of meat filled the air, making Finn’s tummy rumble
loudly.
Chuckling, Cort held out his hand. “Come eat, pup.”
“Steaks. For breakfast.”
Nodding, Cort pulled the lids off the plates and the smell
of steak intensified, drew
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