Chapter 5-1
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Chapter 5
The next morning, Lync woke up to find Adam nestled against him. He liked the feel of the other man’s leg thrown over his. He’d have stayed that way as long as he could, but his bladder was starting to object. He eased out of Adam’s grasp and made his way carefully to the cubicle that contained the toilet.
Adam was awake when he returned.
“Good morning,” Lync said.
“I’m sorry.”
“What? What for?”
“I chased you from the bed.”
“Nah. I had to take a leak.” He’d have stayed longer otherwise, but he wasn’t going to tell Adam that. It wasn’t something such a wealthy, classy man wanted to hear. “Why don’t you go take care of business, and I’ll see about finding us some breakfast.”
Lync didn’t bother pulling on his jeans. He padded into the storage room in his shorts, flipped on the light, and searched for a couple of breakfast MREs.
“Can I help?”
“Sure.” Lync was glad Adam had joined him. “Look into this box and see what you can find.”
“Aye aye, captain.” Adam neatly removed the contents of the box, then crowed in triumph. “Eureka!” He held up two MREs. The labels read maple pork sausage patty. “Um…is this okay?”
“You bet. Let’s eat.”
They went back into the living area and sat down on the mattresses.
“What do I do?” Adam asked.
Lync showed him how to heat up the sausage patty. “Shoot. There’s no cappuccino.”
“Cappuccino? Seriously?” Adam’s surprise was evident.
“Yep. The army treats its people well. Only it looks like this MRE is missing coffee.”
“So is mine. Well, we’ll manage.”
“We will.” Lync finished the sausage patty in three bites, then grinned at Adam’s surprised expression. “I’m a pure carnivore.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s a good thing most of this can be eaten with our fingers.”
Adam studied his package. “Should there have been utensils?”
“Yeah. Well, at least a spoon. It looks like they’re missing those as well. I’m sorry,” Lync said. He’d been in such a major rush he’d totally forgotten utensils.
“It’s okay,” Adam insisted.
“It isn’t. If my dad realized I’d done such a boneheaded thing—”
“Would he have struck you?” Adam looked horrified.
“No,” Lync hurried to assure him. “Dad never raised a hand to me, not ever. But geez, Adam. He was a prepper, and he taught me better.”
Adam shifted over to sit closer to him and draped an arm around his shoulders. “You did much better than I did.”
Lync liked being so close to the other man, but if he didn’t want his hard-on to poke out of the fly of his shorts, he’d better distract himself. “If two packages are missing the hot beverages and spoons, it’s possible the entire box might be like that.”
“We’ll be able to make do, won’t we?”
“Oh, sure. I’m wondering, though. It might pay to set aside the MREs for down the road.”
“For when we evacuate?”
“Yeah.” Lync liked how positive Adam was that they’d be able to leave the mall in a few weeks. “They’ll be easier to transport than all the cans.”
“So we’ll use up the canned food first?”
“Yeah?”
“Whatever you say, Lyncoln.”
Lync ducked his head to hide his pleased grin and took a bite of the cinnamon scone that came with this breakfast.
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