Deal With the Deviled Eggs

Chapter 3-3

Kiko woke when Dom slid into bed and kissed the back of his neck. At first all he felt was peace and happiness; he snuggled back against Dom’s bare chest, relishing the contact, and felt a warm arm snake around him. Then he remembered the stress of the past few weeks, the situation earlier with the eggs, and rolled over in Dom’s arms.

“Didn’t think you’d wake up,” said Dom.

“You mean you were hoping I wouldn’t,” said Kiko, but he leaned in to kiss Dom on the lips. Dom hadn’t shaved since Wednesday at least, and the dark scruff Kiko liked was growing in.

“I was hoping work would’ve put you in a good mood.”

Kiko smiled at that. It was easier to find it funny now that it was over.

“Not tonight. Tonight we had an irate mother who thought I was using candies to poison or mutilate her children and a goose to spread disease. Martha Bobo showed up with her guns.”

“She has guns? I thought she had bison.”

“She has both, but she only brought the guns.”

Having Dom here in the bed with him put Kiko in a better mood. He’d had a couple hours of sleep and could certainly see where things would go if he touched Dom on the ass. So he slid his hand under Dom’s boxers.

“I hope Buddy knows what he’s getting into,” said Dom, leaning into Kiko’s touch. Buddy Miller, the owner of the Mount Angus Brewing Company, had started seeing Martha after she had gifted him a bison. “I really thought we were going to fight.”

“We might still,” said Kiko, rolling Dom onto his back and straddling him. He lowered his face to where Dom’s neck met shoulder, smelling beer and cold October air on him, and kissed the spot tenderly. Dom clutched at his back, pulling him in as he continued to kiss, making his way slowly up Dom’s neck. Their c***s pressed together through their clothes, hard and growing harder.

A noise downstairs in the kitchen made Kiko arch up, freeze. A cupboard, a glass. Dom tried to tug him back down.

“It’s just Travis,” he said. “Kiko…”

Kiko let Dom pull him back down to his throat. One of Dom’s hands found his ass and dug in; Kiko began to hump him, gently, not wanting to go beyond further arousal.

“He’d better not be destroying my kitchen,” said Kiko, punctuating by nipping Dom’s ear. “Or else.”

“f**k, can all our arguments be like this?”

Dom was grinding up on Kiko now, both hands clutching his ass.

“Me listing my demands as I get you off? I’ll consider it,” said Kiko. Right now he was considering how likely it was that Travis was drunk enough to not notice if they had a bit of rough s*x. They had been stifling themselves, being quiet and quick, lately, but Kiko craved more.

Dom groaned.

“I don’t care how sore I’ll be tomorrow, I wish you’d f**k me until I—”

Muffled laughter echoed down the hall from the guest bedroom, two voices unmistakable. Kiko froze again and felt Dom stiffen beneath him. A crash followed the laughter, a whoop, and Kiko grimaced.

“s**t,” said Dom. Kiko glared down at him.

“Tell me you did not drive him home a partner.”

“It was just us. I made sure he left Ashley behind. She must have driven herself here.” He paused. “I thought there was someone following us. But it was late, and I was looking to get a new mystery, so I told myself I was making it up.”

Kiko rolled off him, got out of bed, and snagged a T-shirt. When he moved for the door, though, Dom got up too and went after him, grabbing his arm.

“Wait, Kiko—you’re not going to go tell them off—”

“I’m tempted to,” said Kiko, yanking himself out of Dom’s grip. He was still as hot as he’d been minutes ago, but this was anger, not desire. “But they’re drunk so it won’t make a difference, will it? I’m checking the lock on the door. He must have let her in.”

To his surprise, Dom did not follow him. Sure enough, Travis had left the door unlocked, and Kiko immediately went to remedy it. He couldn’t feel safe in his own home anymore without knowing it was locked up, due to the time a murderer came in and very nearly killed him and Dom.

Travis had left out the bourbon and glasses, too. Kiko screwed the cap back on the bottle but didn’t care to deal with it. When he passed by the guest room he could hear loud gasps and groans, generic expressions of s****l triumph, and slapping. He gritted his teeth, returned to his room, and caught himself before slamming the door. He tumbled into bed angry and faced away from Dom, who took his time saying anything.

“I’ll—”

“Talk to him tomorrow, I know,” said Kiko. He was suddenly so very tired. “What was it you did today?”

“I talked to him today, too,” said Dom. “Kiko, I’m sorry. He didn’t listen well.” He paused, trailed fingers down Kiko’s back. Despite being angry, Kiko enjoyed the touch. “I can’t believe he thought this was okay.”

“He thought taking my eggs was okay. He did that intentionally, you know. I labeled the containers. He had to have switched them.”

Dom sighed.

“He has an interview in New Slough. I’m going to drive him over there to find a place to stay on Monday. With luck he’ll be out by Friday.”

Kiko wanted him out tomorrow. But he took a deep breath. This was the man that had saved Dom’s life—Kiko could last another week.

“You’re still talking to him tomorrow,” he said. Dom breathed out, and Kiko realized he was relieved. He’d thought Kiko would make it more difficult. Part of him wanted to, but mostly he was tired, and he had to get up for work in a few hours.

“I will,” said Dom. When he moved to wrap his arm around Kiko, Kiko let him.