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I bark a laugh, and Kipp grins.
“I am serious,” I tell him, filling a pot with water. “I do practice law, just not as part of a firm any longer. I do pro bono work for a LGBTQ+ community center downtown, mostly.”
Kipp blinks at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Can I suck your cock?”
“Kipp.”
“I’m not kidding!” he says, laughing once. “Holy shit, Teddy. You deserve a goddamn cock suck for that.”
I shake my head, fighting my ridiculous smile. “Maybe after dinner.”
Kipp groans.
“Actually, no oral yet, remember?” I point out.
He groans again, slumping against the counter. “Yeah. I went and got tested during my lunch break today. Should have results within a few days.”
I pull out my phone, scrolling to my most recent results. I aim the screen Kipp’s way. “All negative on my end.”
He barely glances at the screen before nodding. “If I can’t suck your dick, is there anything I can do to help with dinner?”
My lips twitch. “Want to make a salad?”
“Lettuce?” he says with a shiver, coming around the island. “I’ve never understood the point.”
“It’s good for you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he mumbles.
He yelps when I whip him with a towel. And then he cracks up.
When we sit down to dinner a short while later, my phone rings. “Mind if I pick this up?” I ask. “It’s my grandparents.”
“Of course,” Kipp says, waving me on.
I accept the call, putting it on speaker. “Allô.”
“Salut, mon chéri. Ça va?”
“Hi, Maman. I’m good,” I respond. “Could we talk in English, please? I have a friend here.”
“Oh!” she says. “Oui. Of course. Who’s your friend?”
“His name is Kipp. Kipp, my grandmother, Elodie.”
“Hi, Grandma El,” Kipp says easily.
Her soft chuckle comes over the line. “Hello, Kipp.” In the background, she calls for my grandpa, telling him she’s on the phone with me and my friend. I don’t miss the way she says the word with meaning. “Are you having dinner?” she asks, her accent curling around the letters in a way that’s familiar. It reminds me of warm, blanketed hugs and garlic cooking in the kitchen.
“We are,” I answer. “Chicken parmesan.”
“I made the salad,” Kipp puts in.
My grandma chuckles again. “That’s good, mon chéri. Vegetables are important.”
