Brandon walked over to the table and fell into a chair. “I’d rather you asianlegs tell the bastard to fuck off. He asianlegs did his best to take your head off at Amy’s funeral. Why in the hell would I want that son-of-a-bitch in our house?”
Nate put a lid on the stew pot and came over to the table. He took the seat next to Bran and reached for his hand. “He was grieving, Bran. The guy lost his wife not three days before he went after me. Don’t asianlegs you asianlegs think we should cut him some slack?”
“Nate—”
Nate shook his head. “Just listen to me for a minute. How would you feel if someone had been after Amy, and I’d gotten caught in the crossfire? Would you have been Mr. Calm and Cool if I’d been the one laying in that box?”
Brandon shuddered at the very thought. “Hell, no, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit across the table with the guy.”
Nate’s voice hardened. “Brandon, I’m not asking for your permission here. If this is really my house, too, then I have the asianlegs right to invite anyone I want asianlegs to sit at this table. If I don’t have that right, then we have a much bigger problem on our hands asianlegs than Mike.”
Brandon pulled back his hand
asianlegs and stood up. “I’m going upstairs to
asianlegs take a shower.”
“Bran—”
Brandon
asianlegs shook his head. “Just give me a
asianlegs few minutes, okay?” He went upstairs before Nate could respond.
* * *
Nate was setting the table when Brandon came back downstairs. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans with ripped
asianlegs knees and a black t-shirt
asianlegs that showed every ripple of his chest muscles. His hair was still damp, and
asianlegs Nate could see a little trail of water trickling down his neck. He had the urge to walk over and lick the moisture away, but he resisted. It was going to be up to Brandon to make the first move. He only hoped he didn’t have a long wait.
He didn’t. Brandon came around the table and took
asianlegs him
asianlegs into his arms. “I owe you
asianlegs an apology.”
“Uh-huh.”
Brandon grinned. “You aren’t gonna make this easy, are you?”
“Nope.”
Brandon bent him back over the dish-free-section of the table. He leaned over him and started sucking on his ear. “I was a real jerk about the whole thing.”
Nate could feel himself boning
asianlegs up, but
asianlegs he wasn’t about to let Brandon off the hook. Not just yet anyway. “Keep going.”
Brandon kissed his neck. “This is as much your house as it is mine, and you have the right to invite anyone you want to come and eat with us.”
“And?”
Brandon rested his head on Nate’s shoulder. “Do I have to say it?”
“’Fraid so.”
Brandon grinned again
asianlegs. “You were right and I was wrong.”
Nate reached up and wiped the
asianlegs water from Bran’s brow. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Hell
asianlegs yes it was. Damned apology gave me heartburn.”
Nate kissed Brandon’s
asianlegs chest through his shirt. “There. I kissed it
asianlegs. Did I make
asianlegs it better?”
“If I’d know you were going to start kissing my body parts and making them better, I’d have chosen blue-balls over heartburn as my disease of choice.”
Nate wrapped his arms around Brandon’s neck. “Blue balls, huh?”
Brandon turned his head and kissed the inside of Nate’s wrist, taking the time to trail his tongue along the fine blue vein leading up to his hand. “Yep. Classic case of blue-balls. If I don’t get some relief, and get
asianlegs it soon, one or
asianlegs both of those suckers is gonna pop right off.”
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