“Move your ass, and let’s get food into you.” He could sense Logan’s bewilderment and tried to explain as best he could. He pulled on a pair of jeans, leaving them riding low on his hips, and found a pair of flip-flops.
“I have deliberately chosen not to go down the lover route because of my job. With you?” He shrugged somewhat self-consciously. “As much as I tried to ignore what I feel for you, I couldn’t; I had to be with you.” He heard Logan’s stomach gurgle. “Come on. Move yourself. Shower if you want. For me, it’s eat first, shower later. I’ll see you in the kitchen.”
“I’m coming. I mean, I’m on my way. Oh, shit.” Caleb was laughing at him. “Let’s eat. Race you to the fridge.” Logan had pulled on board shorts and rapidly descended the stairs. Shaking his head, Caleb followed him. He knew exactly what was in the fridge.
“Two eggs, four bottles of wine, and an apple?” Logan shut the fridge door with disgust. “Wow, Cal, high living.”
Caleb grinned and opened the door of a tall cupboard. “The freezer is well-stocked. And no, not fast foods. I love cooking; it relaxes me. All this is made by me, and frozen for when I don’t have the time, or inclination, to cook. Like now. So,” he gestured, “take a look and choose something for us both. Obviously, I like everything that’s in there.”
“I like everything that’s in here. ” Logan gave a mocking leer as he moved toward the cupboard. “Oh wow, Caleb. Amazing.” He was silent for a moment, before emerging triumphantly from the freezer, carrying a microwaveable container. “Lasagna. Magic.”
“Ten minutes on high, then. Wine?” Caleb took a bottle of Chenin Blanc out of the fridge, watching Logan as he took the wrapper off the lasagna and placed it in the microwave, set the time, and started the appliance.
“Are you going to tell me you don’t know what my answer is gonna be? Come on, Cal, you’re slipping.”
He poured them each some wine. “Ah, but I love hearing those sexy little undertones in your voice.” He lifted his glass and tipped it toward Logan. “Cock-rousing.”
“I don’t need your voice for that to happen. My cock rises just by looking at you.” Logan raised his drink in return. “A toast. To us. May it always be so.” He touched his glass to his lover’s.
“Always,” Caleb agreed. “To us.”
They ate companionably, sitting side by side on tall stools, as the evening darkened, and its shadows enveloped them in their own personal haven.
“I love this time of day, as light fades and secrecy creeps in.” Logan sipped his wine. “We’re all alone, happy and secure in our warm little world.”
Caleb knew exactly what he meant. “So, lover, shall we take a walk around that secure little world of ours before we go to bed? To sleep.”
This time, Logan laughed at him. “Spoilsport.”
“Well, I didn’t say we had to just sleep, just that we needed to at some point.” He didn’t add that the morning would see them travelling across the country. No point in bringing that up yet.
They walked out into the garden, hand in hand, Caleb grabbing the bottle of wine and their glasses with his free hand. All around them, the scents and sounds of the evening were on the night air. An owl hooted, to be echoed a few seconds later from a different direction. The night-scented stocks perfumed the air with their fragrance.
Caleb turned to Logan and held him tightly. He couldn’t put into words just how apprehensive he was about their future. “Let’s go in,” he said urgently. “Let’s go to bed.”
He almost dragged a bewildered-looking Logan across the grass. The bottle and glasses fell unheeded to the ground, the remains of the wine draining into the grass. He was virtually running in his haste. He felt Logan pull on his arm, hard. He stopped reluctantly.
“What the hell, Cal? Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. One minute we’re strolling as lovers do, hand in hand,
“I have deliberately chosen not to go down the lover route because of my job. With you?” He shrugged somewhat self-consciously. “As much as I tried to ignore what I feel for you, I couldn’t; I had to be with you.” He heard Logan’s stomach gurgle. “Come on. Move yourself. Shower if you want. For me, it’s eat first, shower later. I’ll see you in the kitchen.”
“I’m coming. I mean, I’m on my way. Oh, shit.” Caleb was laughing at him. “Let’s eat. Race you to the fridge.” Logan had pulled on board shorts and rapidly descended the stairs. Shaking his head, Caleb followed him. He knew exactly what was in the fridge.
“Two eggs, four bottles of wine, and an apple?” Logan shut the fridge door with disgust. “Wow, Cal, high living.”
Caleb grinned and opened the door of a tall cupboard. “The freezer is well-stocked. And no, not fast foods. I love cooking; it relaxes me. All this is made by me, and frozen for when I don’t have the time, or inclination, to cook. Like now. So,” he gestured, “take a look and choose something for us both. Obviously, I like everything that’s in there.”
“I like everything that’s in here. ” Logan gave a mocking leer as he moved toward the cupboard. “Oh wow, Caleb. Amazing.” He was silent for a moment, before emerging triumphantly from the freezer, carrying a microwaveable container. “Lasagna. Magic.”
“Ten minutes on high, then. Wine?” Caleb took a bottle of Chenin Blanc out of the fridge, watching Logan as he took the wrapper off the lasagna and placed it in the microwave, set the time, and started the appliance.
“Are you going to tell me you don’t know what my answer is gonna be? Come on, Cal, you’re slipping.”
He poured them each some wine. “Ah, but I love hearing those sexy little undertones in your voice.” He lifted his glass and tipped it toward Logan. “Cock-rousing.”
“I don’t need your voice for that to happen. My cock rises just by looking at you.” Logan raised his drink in return. “A toast. To us. May it always be so.” He touched his glass to his lover’s.
“Always,” Caleb agreed. “To us.”
They ate companionably, sitting side by side on tall stools, as the evening darkened, and its shadows enveloped them in their own personal haven.
“I love this time of day, as light fades and secrecy creeps in.” Logan sipped his wine. “We’re all alone, happy and secure in our warm little world.”
Caleb knew exactly what he meant. “So, lover, shall we take a walk around that secure little world of ours before we go to bed? To sleep.”
This time, Logan laughed at him. “Spoilsport.”
“Well, I didn’t say we had to just sleep, just that we needed to at some point.” He didn’t add that the morning would see them travelling across the country. No point in bringing that up yet.
They walked out into the garden, hand in hand, Caleb grabbing the bottle of wine and their glasses with his free hand. All around them, the scents and sounds of the evening were on the night air. An owl hooted, to be echoed a few seconds later from a different direction. The night-scented stocks perfumed the air with their fragrance.
Caleb turned to Logan and held him tightly. He couldn’t put into words just how apprehensive he was about their future. “Let’s go in,” he said urgently. “Let’s go to bed.”
He almost dragged a bewildered-looking Logan across the grass. The bottle and glasses fell unheeded to the ground, the remains of the wine draining into the grass. He was virtually running in his haste. He felt Logan pull on his arm, hard. He stopped reluctantly.
“What the hell, Cal? Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. One minute we’re strolling as lovers do, hand in hand,
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