STICKS, MAYBE STONES TOO

How do you like your eggs?

Last night had been unexpected, not unwanted but very unexpected It showed the amount of passion and chemistry George and Brandon shared between themselves. They did not go all the way but you could tell it would be really explosive when the finally did.

For the first time ever Brandon had woken up earlier than George, well he had not actually fallen asleep. He was too high strung last night and could not calm down enough to bring himself to fall asleep so he spent the whole night tossing and turning. Thinking about what could and what couldn't have happened and for the nth time he promises himself to take advantage of his second chance.

The way into a man's heart was through their stomach and even though Brandon was not looking to get into George's heart he wanted to butter him up, make him more agreeable to whatever terms he would come up with. Brandon was taking this mission seriously, he had strategies in place prepared enough to back up his request. He would have made a power point presentation had he not thought that was too over the top.

He had no idea what George liked to eat for breakfast but judging from the amount of eggs in the fridge it was safe to say they at least had the same taste in breakfast foods. Hopefully he  did not like his eggs with a runny yolk, that s**t tastes disgusting! A disgrace to early man that invented fire. 

Brandon went about busy in the kitchen, making eggs toast and tea. It took him a little while to figure out where everything was in the massive kitchen. Shuffling around between appliances Brandon was done making breakfast, placing everything on a tray before carefully caring the meal upstairs to George's room.

Find the door open he walked right in place the food on the dresser before turning to the bed to wake George up. Boy was he glad he had already put the food down, the sight that greeted him was a naked man in all his glory. This stupid man slept naked with his door wide open! Wasn't he scared? self conscious? Well on second thoughts he lived all alone in remote area and right now it was only the two of them in the premises and the were already married so it was not a big deal.

Drinking the sight in, "like what you see?" a voice interrupts him snapping him back to the present. Rude! One should not interrupt a man from his meal. Brandon stares at George not even attempting to deny that he was caught staring. "You are drooling," George goes on gesturing to his face smiling. Heat creeps up Brandon face and in that moment he wished the earth could open up and swallow him. That was so embarrassing!  Brandon looks away lifting up his sleeves to wipe of his drool only to realize he had been tricked, he was not drooling.

"You tricked me!" biting his teeth Brandon basically growled out the words slapping George's chest, he was about to die of embarrassment. His hits did not even seem to deter George as he was full blown laughing at him now. This prompted Brandon to add more strength to his hit, this led to George holding on to Brandon's arms tightly to protect hi already reddening chest.

Brandon did not like being prevented from handing out his revenge, struggling to get free from George's arms arms he makes him fall back in bed except this time Brandon was on top of George. Hitting his nose on a very naked chest it finally hits him that he had been playing around with an undressed man. Right now he was sitting right on his manhood, he could feel the fucker poking him and Brandon could not tell whether that was morning wood or s****l arousal. His position right now was not helping any of them, it was creating more fiction and if he could go by his husband's facial expression he was loving every second of it. He was starting to get breathy, pupils blown, feeling almost delirious.

"Your breakfast is getting cold'' declares Brandon seeming to finally remember why he was in George's room in the first place. Getting off of George earning a breathy moan from the friction created by his movement Brandon turns to get the food he had made earlier after setting up the bed table, feeling the plates still warm he sets up everything. Pouring George a cup of tea he sits beside him watching him eat with gusto.

He feel proud watching George wolf down the food, Elvis used to say his cooking was not good. He hated everything Tony made no matter how much he tried, Tony watched almost every cooking tutorial on YouTube just to satisfy a man he did not deserve him. He now knew the problem was not his cooking, Elvis just didn't love him and everything about him. Almost everything, he LOVED his money. Loved it too much he killed him for it.

Brandon was lost in thought George had to nudge him several time to bring him back to the present, he had called him several times already receiving no response. His mind has been wondering of a lot since they got back from hospital worrying George, he made it a point to give the doctor a call to enquire if it was any cause for alarm. 

The distracted Brandon finally coming to realizes George had finished eating, how long had he been thinking about the past for? He could not help himself, a lot of things brought back his previous memories. Taking of the dishes from the bed table he ends up spilling the left overs on the white beddings. Scared out of his socks he begins to tremble, a subconscious reaction that even he himself did not realize until George wrapped his arms around him asking him if he was ok. For a moment he had gone back, he was in that house again. Elvis throwing a slap at his face because he had accidentally spilled coffee on his 'favorite' shirt.

No matter how much he lied to himself his past clearly still traumatized him. He had tried working on getting better by himself, he could not talk to anyone about it. The would all call him crazy, no one in their right mind would believe some bullshit about reincarnation. It was scientifically impossible, yet here he was tormented by demons he could not tell anyone about.

He had not realized he was crying till his hubby wiped away his tears rocking him like a baby trying to calm him down. It seemed that apart from getting revenge Brandon had to also work on himself, his sanity depended on it.

If he told George the truth, would he believe him?

Would he think he was crazy?