Braden was at the kitchen table, playing his video game. Remy stood at the sink, washing dishes. Lane came up behind his lover and wrapped his arms around Remy’s waist. “Guess you guys ate without me, huh?”
“It was lunch time,” Braden said, as if that was answer enough.
Over his shoulder, Remy blew Lane a kiss. “I can whip something up for you, if you want. I think there’s still another can of SpaghettiOs somewhere…”
Braden’s Nintendo DS hit the kitchen table with a thud, and his chair scraped the floor as he pushed it back. “I can cook it for you!”
“No, no,” Lane said quickly. Braden stopped in the middle of the kitchen and pouted. “Really, I’m fine.”
“Why don’t you make him a sandwich instead?” Remy suggested.
“I can’t cook a sandwich,” Braden huffed.
Lane assured them, “It’s okay
