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“I’m good, thanks.” I smiled up at him. After a second he smiled back, then started reaching for me before he paused and narrowed his eyes at the hot sauce jar sitting innocently on the counter.
“I don’t like that stuff, Rafe.” As I snorted, he grudgingly added, “At least it probably burned away any germ remnants from that fucking sock they stuffed in my mouth.”
“Assholes.” I hesitated, then stepped forward to rest my hand on his chest as I leaned up to kiss him, my belly fluttering wildly as I did so. He tasted like a disgusting mix of mouthwash, hot sauce and coffee creamer, but I still liked it.
Was this okay? It wasn’t like we’d be sucking each other off for a while now. There was no way Dan would let my mouth anywhere near his dick after I’d eaten some of that hot sauce. So I wasn’t sure if this was… allowed, if it wasn’t going to immediately lead anywhere.
Although Dan kissed me a lot even when we weren’t having sex. So. Maybe.
I had no idea what fell under casual and what didn’t anymore.
Dan cupped the back of my head as he kissed me back, then pulled away and gave me a crooked grin. “Feels kinda good kissing you after that, actually.”
“Bet you wouldn’t be saying that if I sucked you off.”
He paled and quickly shook his head. “Probably not right now, kitten. Let’s do your hair, huh? So you want to dye it again already?”
“Yeah, just pink again, but it’s already fading.”
He shot me a stern look as he reached for the other bag. “Because you don’t wash it in cool water. I felt how hot that shower was this morning.”
My skin tingled at the memory of his cock rutting between my ass cheeks, his finger sliding over my hole.
“I know, but I refuse to take cool showers all the time.” I nodded at the milky rivulets of creamer staining his side and leg. “You might wanna go take one though.”
He looked down and huffed. “Yeah. Taking my head off didn’t even help.”
I snorted, trying to ignore the swooping sensation in my gut when he took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. “Why did you think it would?”
“I don’t know, I panicked. No one should be consuming that stuff, human or non-human.”
“My friends and I love it,” I teased. “The hotter the better.”
He grunted sullenly in response, which made me laugh. His mouth twitched before he grinned at me, leading me up the stairs.
Dan never let stuff get to him. He was never in a bad mood for long. It used to annoy the shit out of me, the way he’d smirk and chuckle and not take it seriously when I complained to him about his loud music or my broken fence. But now I actually kind of liked it. Admired him for it. I stewed over stuff for days. Weeks. I let myself get all worked up and overly aggravated, and let things almost consume me. I wasn’t good at brushing stuff off and moving on.
But Dan was. And I was starting to realise that, when I spent time with him, I was getting better at just going with it. Relaxing a little. Not overthinking everything.
I liked it.
“Are we doing it in the bathroom?” I asked, trying not to clutch his hand tighter as we reached the top of the stairs.
I liked this too. Holding his hand.
“No, I have a room for it.”
I blinked at him as he led me down the hall to the back bedroom. “For dyeing hair?”
“Just for hair stuff in general.” He opened the door and pulled me inside.
I stared in shock at the shelves lined with wigs on mannequin heads. Huge, ornately styled wigs in a range of bright colours, pastel tones and natural shades. There was a vanity in here with bright bulbs lining the edge of the big mirror, and a little black cart beside it filled with hair styling tools and products. A table in the centre of the room was cluttered with even more hair stuff, as well as a half-styled, bright red wig.
“Wow,” I said, still a little stunned.
“I do hair for most of the supernatural drag queens around here.” Dan shrugged, looking a little shy for once. “Corey and Gabe at work do drag. They spread the word that I was great at it and… yeah.”
“That’s awesome.” I wandered over to a shelf to look at some of the wigs more closely, then chuckled. “Jesus, they’re huge.”
