Ballus made a sound of great disgust. “Well, sit on the toilet and give me your mouth.”
“I also projectile vomited seven times,” Aaren said, pretending to look green. He swayed on his feet. Then he gagged. “Do you think my vomit will go up your dick if I did it hard enough?”
“UGH,” Ballus said, zipping his pants back up. “You’re disgusting and worthless. I’m the only one who does anyrealwork around here.”
He stormed out of the house and slammed the front door. Soon enough, his truck left the driveway.
A minute later, there came a knock on the back door. Aaren went to open it.
“I really like that you’re coming through my back door,” Aaren said.
Hades’ smirk made his toes curl. “I’ll just come inside, then.”
“Oh yes,” Aaren said, eyeing the bag of groceries Hades set on the counter. “Unload your booty treasure through my back door.”
Hades laughed. “Did you memorize Emmy’s pickup lines?”
“No! I came up with that one all by myself!”
Hades looked so proud; it made Aaren feel weightless inside.
Together, they unpacked the ingredients—chicken breasts, vegetables, cornstarch, sauces, and rice. Aaren started on the chicken, dicing it into cubes and placing them all into a large mixing bowl. Hades measured out the cornstarch since his hands were still clean; Aaren mixed it into the chicken. While the chicken was resting, they began chopping the veggies that would go into the stir-fry. Hades got some rice going in a saucepan.
“He wanted sex,” Aaren said when their conversation about most-hated pests slowed down. “I told him I’ve been projectile vomiting and having the runs. Should’ve told him it was explosive.”
Hades snorted. Then he began laughing so hard, he had to stop chopping his green onions. “Oh, sweetheart. What will you come up with next?”
“Some other kind of illness,” Aaren said. “Or maybe I should just get real close and try to throw up on him.”
Hades dissolved into more laughter. Then he sobered up and narrowed his eyes. “Okay, let’s be serious for a minute. The first thing he did when you told him you were sick, was to flee?”
Aaren curled his lip. “Well, he wanted to put me on the toilet so he could use my mouth. That’s where the projectile puking came in.”
Hades shook his head, revolted.
While the rice was cooking, Aaren stir-fried the chicken and transferred it onto a holding plate. Then he fried up the vegetables, added the chicken back in, and coated them liberally with a spicy, savory sauce.
Hades stole a piece of baby corn with a fork, yanking it out of the pan before Aaren could smack his fork away.
“Hey!” Aaren cried indignantly.
“Mmm. It’s delicious.” Hades petted his ass. “Just like you.”
Aaren rolled his eyes, but he was grinning.
When the food was ready, he plated a serving for each of them, then packed the rest away for Ballus.
“This is delicious,” Hades said, smiling around a mouthful of chicken. “Tender and juicy.”
“That’s the cornstarch doing its magic,” Aaren said.
Hades sighed. “You have to learn how to take a compliment, sweetheart.”
“Just like how I learned to take your cock?”
Hades’ smile turned sharp. “Perhaps you need to take both at the same time.”
He tangled their feet together, his grin growing when Aaren blushed.
