AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Easy Like Sunday Morning
Issac finished his assignment after breakfast on Sunday morning. He acknowledged as he read it one last time that he hadn’t put nearly as much work into the document as he had previously. The constant interruptions and distractions that he had simply summarized as “Felinus” had severely impacted his ability to be as detailed as he usually would. But he had done what was required, and he could only hope that Young couldn’t find a reason to dock him for only meeting the syllabus requirements for the first time.
He spent the rest of the morning in Felinus’s personal space. Issac had never liked being near other people. Crowds made him nervous and he barely tolerated people sitting next to him half the time, but somehow he couldn’t seem to get close enough to Felinus.
Not that Felinus seemed to mind. After washing the dishes, he sat on the couch in Issac’s office with his own computer and his own work. However the moment Issac submitted his assignments, he set it aside. They moved to the couch Felinus had pointed out the other night, where kissing turned into Issac’s bare back pressed up against the window as Felinus held him off the ground.
“Someone might-,” Issac panted, then moaned as Felinus’s cock found a new way to hit every nerve as he rammed deeper inside of him.
“I told you, didn’t I,” Felinus growled into his ear, teeth scraping against his skin, “if they are going to try that hard to see in here, might as well give them a show. And what a show it is.”
Issac felt himself flush, toes curling where they were locked behind Felinus’s back.
After a shower that took three times longer to finish because they kept getting distracted, they sat together to eat lunch. They talked about meal planning and groceries. Issac still had no strong opinions about what they put in his lunches but he at least relented when Felinus pointed out which flavors had run out from the groceries Brutus had bought that first night.
They watched a movie once the list was sent to Brutus- who apparently did all the food shopping on his way back from their Nona’s. Issac hadn’t actually seen a movie in years and Felinus seemed determined to fix that while they waited for the others, something they did need to be dressed for.
Brutus, Tiger, and Bat came in as Issac leaned against Felinus’s shoulder near the end of the mafia flick. The five of them spent the remaining afternoon making and packing various meals for everyone’s lunches, not just Issac’s. Felinus, Issac learned, was a terrible cook and it didn’t take long for his brother to push him out of the galley kitchen when a pot Felinus was supposed to be supervising boiled over.
“It never ceases to amaze me how the two of you were raised by the same women and yet Felinus can’t boil water without setting something on fire,” Bat said, smirking as Felinus scowled at him. “Even Tiger is a better cook than you and I had to teach him how to turn on the stove.”
“There were gaps in my upbringing,” Tiger said, shrugging when Issac glanced up at him over their mountain of vegetable peelings. “Cooking was not considered a needed skill.”
“I see,” Issac said, glancing at Felinus as he sat in the chair next to Issac at the table and picked up a potato with his pocket knife already in hand. He watched for a moment as Felinus turned the potato in his fingers and a single long peel started to unravel from his blade. “At least, you have knife skills.”
“Watch it, baby boy,” he growled as Tiger laughed.
They had dinner with the three men. Once everything was packed away, the talk remained on food and nutrition in general.
“Good thing Issac isn’t lactose intolerant,” Bat said, twirling the pasta in its sauce made from homemade ricotta and black pepper. “From what Brutus has said that’s about half of the fortified food lists.”
“Speaking of dairy,” Brutus said, looking at Felinus next to him at the head of the table. “Nona wanted me to remind you that she’s making mozzarel next week and to make sure you come for dinner or you aren’t getting any.” He nodded to Issac, who was sitting across from Brutus next to Tiger. “She also said to bring Issac or suffer her wooden spoon.”
“Did you tell her, or did Lucio,” Felinus asked, as Issac raised an eyebrow. “Just so I know who I’m burying in her garden.”
“Neither,” Brutus said, a grin pulling at his lips. “Vinny did.”
“Cazzo,” Felinus muttered and went back to his dinner.
“Can’t bury Zio in the back garden, can ya,” Bat laughed.
“I can bury you in the garden, but you’d probably poison the plants,” Felinus countered, pointing at Bat with his fork.
“What are you going to tell Dimitri tomorrow,” Felinus asked later as they lay together in bed, facing the growing sunset after the others had gone with their own portions of packed lunches.
“Tomorrow,” Issac repeated, frowning.
“You told him last night that you would tell him why he interfered with the Big Three talking to you on Monday,” Felinus reminded him softly. “Tomorrow is Monday.”
Issac closed his eyes with a slow sigh. “I don’t know. He’s not going to blindly accept my answers anymore, thanks to you telling him I had been lying to him this whole time.”
“It was either tell them you were a liar or the Family would hand me over for poaching,” Felinus reminded him, not for the first time as he kissed Issac’s neck. “Will you tell him the truth?”
Issac shifted back into Felinus, feeling more thick liquid leak from between his legs as he did. “…Not all of it,” he said finally. “Not who my dad was or who O’Hare is to me… I think… I think I can just leave it as having bad run-ins with Clovers in the past, and he might leave it alone. He still thinks I should be afraid of you so he might just be happy I have some self-preservation.”
Felinus took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he tugged Issac around to face him. “You don’t have to tell him anything you aren’t comfortable with,” he said, hazel eyes peering into Issac’s. “If he can’t accept what you are willing to tell at any given moment then he’s not doing it for you. Just… Just remember that these are your truths to give, no one is entitled to them.”
“Not even you,” Issac asked, shuffling closer to the man he had given so many truths to already.
“Not even me,” Felinus said, something in his voice that Issac couldn’t place. “And the truths you give one person doesn’t have to be the same truths you give another. Understand?”
“Ja, I think so,” Issac murmured and closed the gap for a kiss.
