Page 80 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

He shakes his head. “I think about a lot of things, but not that one yet. Probably will now.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it. Not pressuring you. It’s a personal choice if we do or we don’t.”

“Yeah, but if one of us does… or hell, if we both do, it wouldn’t be much of a leap to see that we’re together.”

“Right.” After an exhale, I smile. “Let’s get out and get dinner started.”

“Sure.”

We fall into silence as we dress. I give Trav some of my fresh clothes to wear, and we head to the kitchen. I pull some chicken breasts out of the fridge I had delivered yesterday, along with some broccoli.

“There’s some brown rice packets in the pantry behind you.”

Trav grabs two and opens them to put in the microwave, and within seconds, we’re back to our usual routine of cooking together. It feels so good my chest tightens. I want this again. I want Trav.

The trade would’ve been hard enough as best friends, but now with… whatever this is… it’s torture. I still don’t know what we are, and it doesn’t really matter. It’s me and Trav, and that’s enough.

I pan fry the chicken while Trav steams the broccoli, and when it’s done, we sit down at my small dining table. Trav smiles after a few bites.

“It’s a nice place, Beau.”

“Thanks, Trav.”

“I’m glad you’re happy and things are going well.”

“You were on fire tonight.”

He smiles. “Had to get my shit together.”

“And you did.”

“How’d you adjust so quickly?”

I shrug, spearing a piece of broccoli. “What choice did I have? They spent mad money to get me. It’s not their fault it’s not what I wanted.”

“True.”

“And obviously it’s working out for the Magic too.”

“I guess.” He chews a piece of chicken. “You know what? We can talk about hockey whenever, but it’s rare that we have this time together. So let’s finish eating so we can get to dessert.”

“I didn’t buy dessert.”

Trav chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re the dessert, babe.”

I feel my cheeks heat. “Oh. Yeah, let’s finish up.”

We wrap up eating, and as we load the dishwasher together, anticipation builds in my core. I want this so much, but what if it’s not good? What if it doesn’t feel as nice as fingers do?

Before I can spin out too much, Trav presses into me from behind, kissing my neck softly and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Go get naked, Beau. I want you splayed out and waiting for me.”

A shiver moves down my spine. “What are you gonna do?”

“You’ll see.” He smacks my ass. “Go.”

I dry my hands and practically run down the hall, pulling my shirt over my head on the way. While I fumble to get my jeans off, I dig in the nightstand to get my lube out. I toss it on the bed and kick off my underwear then do exactly as he said and spread out across the mattress.