After making Tobin get back in bed, Sergio stood in the kitchen staring at the food Tobin had bought. Tobin had gone out shopping for a meal for Sergio, even though he could barely function. That generosity of heart had Sergio claiming to be a fantastic cook, which wasn’t true on any level. Now he genuinely didn’t know what to do or where to start. His brain was kind of frozen.
“Are you okay?”
Exasperation nearly choked Sergio as Tobin reappeared in the kitchen. “Didn’t I just put you to bed? Why are you up?”
Tobin’s eyebrows rose. “Why are you staring at that food like you don’t know where to start?”
Sergio refused to answer. He would watch a YouTube tutorial if he had to, but he wasn’t admitting he didn’t know what to do with any of the shit Tobin brought home.
Tobin shook his head. “I needed a drink. You don’t know how to cook, do you?”
Fuck. Tobin could read minds. Sergio tried harder not to give anything away.
With a chuckle, Tobin moved to the fridge and found a bottle of water. After setting the bottle on the counter, Tobin grabbed a bar stool and dragged it into the kitchen. He sat. “Okay. I’m technically still resting. Find the salt and pepper on the spice rack.”
As Sergio moved to do as told, he realized Tobin planned to direct while Sergio cooked. Sergio could live with that if Tobin stayed seated. He found the salt and pepper and set to work. Following Tobin’s instructions was a lot less stressful than starting and stopping a video while trying to find ingredients he didn’t know if Tobin even owned. Plus, Tobin was super patient and Sergio felt like he was learning something new. He only set the smoke alarm off twice while pan-searing the steaks. That felt like a win to Sergio. Hell, not burning down Damon’s bar felt like a major score.
By the time Sergio finished, the meal didn’t look like it had been prepared by a chef, but it still smelled good. He was pretty proud of himself. Plus, Sergio had learned something unexpected. He felt certain he could repeat what Tobin had shown him.
“Try it. You look so pleased with yourself that you should get the first bite.”
He glanced Tobin’s way. Tobin looked much better than he had when Sergio had shown up earlier. He also looked expectant—like he wanted to watch Sergio take the first bite. Sergio grabbed a knife and cut into the steak. As he popped the food into his mouth, he was ridiculously proud of himself. It was every bit as good as some of the five-star restaurants he visited.
“How is it?”
Instead of answering, Sergio cut Tobin a bite and fed him. He watched Tobin chew. It was funny to him that he found even that sexy. There was something about Tobin. Sergio felt good in his company—like they were best friends and had known each other their entire lives. His shoulders weren’t tensed. Sergio couldn’t recall the last time he didn’t have to watch for daggers at his back.
Tobin nodded. “Very good. I’m impressed. You keep cooking like this, and I might have to keep you.”
“Might?”
Tobin scrunched up his nose. “Maybe,” he said, dragging out the word. “I know.” He snapped his fingers, as if finding the word that he had been searching for. “Possibly.”
Sergio set the fork aside. “Oh, I see. You’re feeling better and want to play. I get it. My steak may or may not keep you around, huh?” Sergio invaded Tobin's space and placed several loud kisses on the side of Tobin’s neck while Tobin fought to push him away, laughing.
“No. I didn’t mean that. I’ll keep you.”
At Tobin’s change of heart, Sergio massaged Tobin’s thighs. His seduction turned genuine. He lightly tongued Tobin’s neck. Tobin stopped trying to push him away. Instead, he encircled Sergio’s neck and pulled him closer. His laughter turned to moans. Sergio had always been an oral person. He loved the way Tobin tasted. Sergio peeled away Tobin’s shirt so he could sample even more of Tobin’s skin. He tried to be gentle. It was impossible with Tobin making sounds like he was ready to come with Sergio only licking his nipples.
The thin workout shorts Tobin wore made it easy for Sergio to shove his hand inside. Tobin’s fingernails dug into Sergio’s shoulders as Sergio stroked him.
“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
At Tobin’s confession, Sergio bent and swallowed Tobin’s cock. He could make Tobin want him even more.
“Oh my god. I swear I can feel your slight accent on my dick.”
Sergio almost came in his jeans. Tobin had a way of going from sweet and innocent to sexual as fuck that drove Sergio wild. He loved it. Tobin made him feel powerful—like only he knew how to flip Tobin’s switch. The louder Tobin’s moans became, the harder Sergio worked at getting him off. He sucked and licked, giving Tobin everything he had. Tobin’s muscles tensed. He pulled Sergio’s hair so hard, Sergio’s scalp stung. Cum filled Sergio’s mouth. He swallowed. Sergio took his time finishing Tobin. He made sure he licked Tobin clean before fixing Tobin’s clothes and stealing a sweet kiss.
Sergio fought hard to ignore his aching cock as he pulled away. Tobin’s flushed face and the way his eyes were filled with emotion made it hard for Sergio to think about anything else. He had a bigger plan in mind. Sergio intended to lay siege to Tobin’s heart. That meant temporary discomfort.
He backed up a step. “I’ll fix your plate. Do you usually eat at the bar or in the living room since you don’t have a dining room?”
Tobin molded against Sergio’s back before he could get away. His arms encircled Sergio and his hand was inside Sergio’s pants before he realized Tobin had undone his button and zipper. Sergio slapped his hands down on the countertop when his knees weakened. Tobin didn’t hold back. In fact, he two-handed Sergio, massaging his balls and stroking. Sergio held his breath. His muscles locked up and Sergio squeezed his eyes closed, trying to hold back. He was too on edge from blowing Tobin. As if Tobin read his mind and knew he wasn’t ready to come just yet, Tobin tightened his grip around the base of Sergio’s cock and held still, cutting off Sergio’s orgasm before it happened. Two steadying breaths past and Tobin pressed his lips to the spot between Sergio’s shoulder blades. It was the last sweet gesture Sergio got. Tobin pumped and stroked, making Sergio wild with lust. He openly fucked Tobin’s hand. A half second before he blew, Sergio covered his cock with his shirt to keep from blowing all over Tobin’s kitchen. Sergio swore he went blind for a second. It felt like he got hit by two orgasms at once. That was something that had never happened to him before. He barely kept his knees from collapsing as Tobin massaged every drop of cum from him.
“We should eat on the couch. It’s more comfortable there.”
Emotion choked Sergio at Tobin’s offhand remark. He turned and captured Tobin’s mouth. Sergio knew he really did need to let Tobin eat. The guy needed his strength, but Sergio recognized something monumental in that moment. He liked Tobin way more than he should in such a short time. Tobin made him feel good. No one else made Sergio feel good anymore. He always felt like he couldn’t be himself because the world was watching. People used him and were always fake. Tobin felt different. It felt like Tobin actually cared. No one cared about him anymore. Tobin’s attention was addicting. Sergio wanted more. He needed Tobin to be okay because he needed Tobin. As their tongues stroked, Sergio silently made a vow. He would fight for Tobin like no one else ever had before. Sergio wanted this thing they were starting. He wouldn’t let anything endanger them. Tobin would see. He would keep Sergio.