Page 56 of Saved By the Pitcher

James’ face heated. “I’m just wearing jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt.”

“I wasn’t talking about your clothes,” Mike whispered, kissing James’ ear. “God, I missed this. I love the way you smell and taste.”

James laughed. “I think you’re smelling your breakfast. I picked up your favorite.”

Mike pulled away long enough to show his curiosity. “My favorite? I don’t believe I ever told you what my favorite is. What is it?”

“Grease,” James snarked, pushing the bag to Mike’s chest.

Mike frowned, then chuckled. “Smart aleck. It would be my favorite if it’s grease to prepare your ass.”

James gulped. “Jesus.”

Mike chuckled and pulled the Styrofoam container of pastries, breakfast potatoes, sausage and fried eggs from the bag. “Mm. That does smell wonderful.”

“If you say so,” James said. “Half the dogs in the city followed me here.”

Mike ignored the barb, retrieving the clear plastic cup that contained James’ smoothie. “Yuck. Some green, slimy thing made its way into the bag.”

“That’s my kale smoothie,” James clarified, grabbing the cup from him.

Mike rolled his eyes. “I hope I won’t be tasting kale when I swallow your semen later.”

James was taken aback, then huffed. “Presumptuous, aren’t we?”

Mike shrugged. “Not especially.”

The two sat at the massive island in Mike’s kitchen, laughing as they each watched the other consume a perceived horrible breakfast. Mike teased with a sausage link, licking the end and moaning. “Nothing like a good piece of meat.”

James snickered. “If you’re comparing that miniscule sausage to mine, I didn’t put enough in your mouth last time.”

Mike’s eyes darkened. “You’ll have to train me to swallow more.”

James could sense that he was flushed. “God. Finish your breakfast already.”

“Then the bedroom,” Mike commanded.

James shot him a side-eye. “Is that your plan for the day? Spending all of it in bed?”

“Mmhmm.” Mike nodded, popping the sausage link into his mouth.

James cleared his throat nervously. “Mike, when I said you loved me, you never confirmed it. I know you like me, and you like the sex…”

Mike pushed the uneaten food aside and leaned into James. “Baby, I’ve had it bad for you since I met you. And no, not just for the sex.” He tipped James’ chin and planted on him the kiss he’d been wanting to bestow since they had greeted each other.

“I love you, James. When I’m eager to have sex with you, it’s because of that—it makes the sex more wonderful than anything I’ve ever experienced. Does that make sense?”

“Yes. Same,” James confirmed, pulling Mike back into a lip-lock.

When James tried to make the kiss open-mouthed, Mike pulled back and grinned. “Okay, now you’re the one signaling you want to go to the bedroom.”

James rolled his eyes. “Come on, I’m going to show you what a meaty sausage tastes like. And best of all, it’s calorie-free.”

“Mm,” Mike replied, licking his lips. “Gives literal meaning to the phrase ‘pork me.’”

James chuckled and grabbed Mike’s hand, leading him into what he assumed was Mike’s bedroom. “Christ, it’s massive.”

Mike nodded. “I remember. Oh, you mean the bedroom? I guess. But this is one of the guest rooms.”