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He put on the briefs Hayden had bought for him under his sweats and wore a loose-fitting shirt. It was what he always wore in the evening, so it wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary.
He finished cooking their meal and sat at the table, waiting for him to get home, tapping nervously. He’d never done anything remotely like this before. What if he hated it? What if it was too much? A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead. He was about to go upstairs and change when the tell-tale sound of the key jiggling in the lock announced Hayden’s arrival. Too fucking late now!
Hayden walked into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up when he saw Ashok. It was something he could never get used to. No one had ever been this happy to see him before.
“What a day. Come here, let me just hold you for a minute.” Ashok stepped into his open arms and wrapped his own around him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Bad day?” he asked. Honestly, they were like an old married couple.
“Yeah. You could say that. Bonnie phoned in sick, and Scarlett was at university all day. It was just me and Angela, and we were rushed off our feet. Is there any beer?” Hayden opened up the fridge, taking out a cold bottle of beer. “I’m sick to death of coffee today.”
Ashok was thinking tonight wasn’t the right time. Hayden was tired and would likely go to bed after his shower, exhausted. Not that he blamed him, he knew how hard he worked.
They ate the meal, Hayden yawning after each mouthful.
“God, I’m no fun at all, am I?” He smiled wearily. “Maybe I could take a day this weekend? We could go somewhere nice instead of staying in all the time. We’re not too far from the sea, or we could go to the zoo. You name it, we’ll go. Angela’s working, and I’ll get the girls to come in to help. How does that sound?”
A day out with just the two of them sounded like bliss. They could do as they pleased, not needing to rush home for work or dancing.
“That sounds really good, Hayden. I’ll let you choose. You know the area better than I do, and you know what I like. Now, why don’t you go shower, and I’ll clean up here.” Ashok had to admit he looked tired.
“Shit, I was supposed to go to the shelter tonight. I’ll have to call and tell them I can’t make it.”
“I’m sure they’ll understand.” Ashok stood and pulled Hayden to his feet. “Go to bed. I’ll bring you a drink in a while.”
Hayden caressed his face, looking him over. “Who’d have thought we’d be here, doing this? We really didn’t get on. That first day, I thought you were going to walk out! And now look at us. You looking after me.”
“Hey, it’s all good,” Ashok said fondly. “You look after me too. It benefits us both. Now go. I need to get this mess tidied up before I head on to bed. The landlord here is a right prick at times, and he’ll only moan if I don’t do it.”
Hayden laughed as he walked out of the kitchen. Ashok heard him wearily climb the stairs, and he turned to look at the mess that was the kitchen. He really needed to learn to clean as he went. He turned on his music app and linked it to the speaker, instructing it to play his latest playlist, Beyonce blasting out.
He danced and sang as he cleaned, using anything to hand as a microphone, feeling happier than he had in a long time. The move was definitely the right thing to do, even after such a rocky start. He knew what Hayden meant, though. Their first few meetings hadn’t been exactly fun. He didn’t think they’d ever get on, and he didn’t think Seb or Dom did either.
The shower turned off upstairs, and he knew Hayden would be heading to bed even though it was early, only just after eight thirty. He could make some lunch for himself for tomorrow. He needed to be there at one p.m. for a meeting with Seb and Dom, and then a class in the early afternoon. It was a long day for him too. Thursdays he was usually there until after eight.
He opened the fridge to put the leftovers away, not realising the bottle of juice was open and balanced precariously on the shelf. It fell, covering him and the floor in orange juice.
“Shit,” he cursed, righting the bottle. If he didn’t clean that up, the floor would be sticky. Ashok took off his sodden shirt, dropping it to the floor to soak up the puddle of orange liquid. He slipped out of his sweats, too. He might as well throw them all in the washing machine together.
That left him standing in his new purple underwear, but he felt safe enough. Hayden had gone to bed, and he could easily grab some clothes out of the laundry room to go upstairs when he was done.
He turned up the music and started to mop the floor, shaking his arse in time to the music. He wasn’t a fan of clubbing, but it didn’t mean he didn’t like to shake his stuff, especially when he was alone.
“What the hell, Ashok?” He almost jumped out of his skin as Hayden touched him on the shoulder.
“Jesus Christ, Hayden.” His heart almost stopped from the shock. He’d been so intent on the music, his dancing and the mopping, he hadn’t heard Hayden come into the kitchen.
He looked at him sheepishly, embarrassed at having been caught.
“I, erm. Well, it’s like this.”
Hayden knocked the mop out of his hand and stalked towards him.
“If I’d have known you were wearing those, Ashok,” he said, his voice gruff. “You look fucking amazing in them. All that skin and that lace? I didn’t think I’d love it, but shit, it’s a turn-on. Just look at what you’re doing to me.”
He stepped back so Ashok could see the effect it had on him. His cock was tenting his sleep shorts. He’d never seen Hayden like this. When they’d kissed before, he’d always seemed to be holding back but tonight? It was different, and Ashok felt a little unsure of himself and the situation.
“Don’t be scared, Ash.” Hayden must have realised how he sounded, and his voice softened. “I just meant you look fantastic. Can I touch you?”
