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Jem dragged his chin over Tean’s collarbone, his beard raising a flame under the dusky brown of Tean’s skin. Tean shivered and broke off another sound.
“And?”
“And—ah! Everything f-freezes.”
That was when Jem took a nipple in his mouth. Tean rolled his hips once, and contact sparked between them. Jem pulled back, liking the ring of hot flesh that he’d raised on Tean’s chest. “And?”
“And life is about resistance, friction, heat.”
The last bit of that sentence turned into a wail as Jem dove down and took Tean into his mouth. He spent a little while there, Tean’s hands tight in his hair with the familiar mixture of helplessness and desire. When Jem pulled back, he kissed the head of Tean’s dick, and a full-body shiver ran through his husband.
“How cold are you feeling right now?”
Tean’s pupils were huge. He looked—and even sounded, a little—drunk. “That doesn’t make any sense. That’s not how it works.”
“Makes sense to me,” Jem said with a crooked smile.
“No,” Tean said, with deep-chested gulps, one final attempt. “You have to eat your McDonald’s.”
“New life rule,” Jem said as he went down again. “Sex before sandwiches.”
21
“It’s less romantic,” Tean said, fixing his glasses, “when you finish, um, what we were doing—”
“Porking,” Jem said around a mouthful.
“—and you push me out of the way to get a sausage biscuit.”
“Less is a relative statement. And it’s a McGriddle.”
Tean figured he should argue the point. But his body felt loose, almost boneless, and he was snugged up against Jem, and for some reason, the mixture of maple syrup and the smell of Jem’s body was strangely comforting. Like home, maybe. Which was a sign of something, Tean was sure. That he needed help, probably. Or to be sent to a monastery. Or, most likely, a lobotomy.
“Bite,” Jem said, and Tean accepted a bite of pancake-y, maple-y goodness.
Then he heard his own thoughts and decided to blame the sex. He couldn’t be expected to think like a normal human being after that. Not for at least eight hours.
“Can we stay here forever?” he asked.
“Hannah might get grumpy after a few years. We told her we’d only be gone the weekend.”
“What about faking our own deaths? We’ll make sure the girls get our life insurance. Hannah will probably raise them better than we could.”
“It won’t be enough money. Sofia wants to do dance; we both have to stay alive so we can sell our kidneys.” Unwrapping an Egg McMuffin, he glanced down at Tean. “What’s going on with you?”
“We have to go back to reality.”
Jem smirked and took a bite.
“No,” Tean said.
He waggled his eyebrows.
“Not even close,” Tean said.
He shrugged.
“The sex wasn’t so good it transported me to some magical, alternate universe. The sex wasn’t so mind blowing that I feel transformed, like I’ve entered an entirely new existence. The sex wasn’t so good I can’t even comprehend going back to the life I lived before I met you. Whatever you’re thinking, that’s not it.”
