Duke heard the shower going in the hall, so he hurried into his own room and began to strip. His bed was neatly mad and he double-checked that he had the necessary supplies in his nightstand. In the bathroom he did what he needed to do to make the evening perfect. Emerging from the shower feeling clean inside and out, Duke looked for something comfortable to wear. He came out the room in a pair of track pants and a sleeveless t-shirt. When he turned the corner, Vaughan was already leaning along the chaise lounge with the Indian restaurant’s menu in his hand.
He looked delicious lying there. His hair still damp from his shower and combed straight back. The thin pajama pants were riding extra low on Vaughan’s hips, showing off the perfect V and silky treasure trail leading to that glorious cock.
Duke grabbed the remote control and the cordless phone off the end table and sat close to his man. “Did you decide on something?”
“Yes,” Vaughan said huskily, leaning over and claiming Duke’s mouth in a possessive kiss.
Duke opened and submitted to Vaughan’s demanding kiss, trying not to whimper and moan like a starving man, but it was difficult. He felt so good. Tasted even better as Vaughan sucked on Duke’s tongue in the most suggestive way. “Mmm. Yes. Oh, god, yes,” Duke croaked hoarsely, leaning all the way back so Vaughan could lick him everywhere he wanted.
Vaughan tore his mouth away, gasping for air. Both of them leaning and panting against each other. “You keep making those sounds and we’ll be skipping dinner and the movie.”
“We have all night,” Duke whispered.
“I know.” Vaughan ran his hand through Duke’s thick gray and black hair. They stayed that way until their breathing came back down. “I’ve just missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Duke didn’t dare stop Vaughan when he pressed those delicate lips against his again, this time keeping the act gentle and languid. The kiss promised so much more to come.
Vaughan broke away again, his pretty hazel eye full of lust just for Duke. “Okay. Let’s eat. The sooner we get on with our night, the better.”
They ordered an assorted vegetable appetizer and masala wings to start. They both ordered curry dishes. Vaughan opting for lamb instead of chicken. Duke was delighted to know that Vaughan loved naan – Indian clay oven bread – as much as he did. After ordering four different naans, Duke ended the call.
“Now. A movie.” Duke turned to the Pay-per-view section and began flipping through the selections. “Action, drama, comedy, what’s your pleasure, babe?”
“How about action?”
“Okay.” Duke scrolled down over a few more selections before asking, “How about Northman: A Viking Saga? It’s set in the ninth century, I think. I saw the trailer. There’s lots of fight scenes, killing and the special effects are crazy good.”
“Sold. Sounds interesting.” Vaughan settled back on the couch and draped the quilt over their lower halves. Duke turned off the lights in the living room, leaving the light on in the narrow hallway. Just enough for them to see each other but not ruin the mood.
They were only a half-hour into the movie when Duke’s doorbell interrupted them. Vaughan helped him with the food, placing all the containers on the small kitchenette set in Duke’s eat-in kitchen. They both added large helpings to their plates to take back into the living room and eat in front of the television.
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Vaughan didn’t realize how hungry he was until he started eating. It was only six o’clock, but he didn’t remember eating any lunch. They ate in silence while the movie played. Every now and then, one of them would reach over and eat something off the other’s plate. As soon as they finished dinner, Duke put away the dishes and threw away the leftovers, claiming he didn’t like day-old food. Vaughan found that funny and interesting, both of them were learning each other’s quirks. Now Vaughan knew that if he ever wanted leftovers, he’d have to snag them before his man threw them away.
“Come on, let’s finish the movie,” Duke said, lying down completely and resting his head in Vaughan’s lap while he casually finger-combed his scalp.
When the credits started to roll, Duke was almost sleep. Vaughan could make him feel so peaceful just lightly stroking his head. His touched soothed him. It’s what a partner’s touch was supposed to be able to do, if love was really involved.
“Sweetheart. Did you fall asleep on me?” Vaughan said softly.
“No. Almost, though. I like it when you scratch my head.” Duke sat up, stretching his back.
“Is the knot still on the back of your head?”
“Naw. Not really. It’s tender to push on that area, but the bump has gone down enough,” Duke answered.
He turned off the television and tossed the remote on the couch.