Page 17 of The Key Holder

“Morning, how’s the ankle feeling today?”

Dylan hopped over to the table and sat down. “Better, it seems. Definitely not as sore. Thanks for making breakfast.”

“Oh, this is just for me.”

“Oh.”

I glanced over and he looked crestfallen. “I’m kidding.” I chuckled.

“Wow. Pick on a guy when he’s down. Nice.”

“Scrambled eggs work for you still?”

“You remember how I like my eggs?”

I flipped the bacon and poured the egg mix into the other skillet. “Is that really that surprising? We lived together for six years.”

“That's true, but I feel like an ass because I don't know how you take yours.”

Hairless and tight. “Same as you, and don't feel like an ass. I made you breakfast hundreds of times before. Easier for me to remember. Orange juice?” I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and the pitcher from the fridge.

“Thanks. I'll have to injure myself more often.”

“As accident-prone as you are, I'll be serving you all summer.”

Dylan chuckled. “Probably.”

The toaster dinged so I grabbed the cream cheese out of the fridge then finished the bacon and the eggs. After plating it all up, I headed over to the table and sat down across from Dylan.

“Looks amazing. Thank you,” he said.

“My pleasure.” I saw his eyes focus on my chest, but assumed he was looking at the key, so I grabbed it and asked, “Still think it looks good?”

“You wore it all night?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“I think it looks great on you.”

I watched him take a strip of bacon and dangle it into his mouth. The memory of pleasuring myself while thinking of him resurfaced and my cock reminded me it was there. Thankfully, I was already sitting and the tent in my shorts would go unnoticed.

“Can you grab the salt and pepper for me, please?”

Shit. “Uh yeah, sure.” I turned most of the way while still crouched over, hopeful my erection wouldn’t be too obvious. Then again, if he noticed it, then he was looking. At my crotch.

Seconds later, I pushed the salt and pepper across the table with no commentary about the state of my penis to be heard. “Let me know if you need my help today,” I offered. “I assume you’ll be taking it easy?”

Dylan nodded. “I think the couch will be a comfy home for the next few days. I can take a nap in between chapters. Maybe our next hike won’t be so eventful.”

Between bites, I smiled. “I don’t know. I could use a few more workouts like that.”

Dylan did one of those disbelieving sputtery mouth things. “I’m not sure where you’d fit any more muscles.”

“Oh, there’s a few more places.” I was going for sarcastic, but watching Dylan’s face turn bright red made me realize that’s not how he took it. And nothing I could say would make the situation any less awkward, so I shoved another bite of eggs in my mouth and let the moment pass.

A few more forkfuls later and Dylan’s complexion had returned to its usual tone.

“While I’m stuck in the cabin today, what will you be doing?”