“There’s numerous ways goat’s cheese can be used in a dish and so many complementing flavors.” The guy on the TV rattles off the different things you should use goat’s cheese for. I’m living a real-life Forrest Gump moment where Bubba is listing off all the different types of shrimp.
Shoot me. Please.
Nope. Can’t watch it anymore.
I lift my arm and wrap it around Maddox’s shoulder casually, as if that’s my end goal, when really, my target is the remote beside him. I can’t let him know what I’m up to yet.
His hand goes to my thigh and squeezes. We’ve only been officially seeing each other a week, but I already know what that squeeze means. “We can fool around after this is done.”
My hand on his shoulder skims down his arm and back up again, each time getting closer to the remote on the side of the couch. I breathe in deep and hold it as my hand slides down again. It’s within reach now. I lean into him a little bit more so I can—
Maddox slaps my wandering hand. He doesn’t take his eyes off the screen as he says, “I know what you’re doing, Dik. Don’t even.”
Pretending I have no idea what he’s talking about, I lean in, my lips going to his neck. “Don’t even what?”
He shudders under my breath on his skin. “Out of both of us, I’m the only one who can cook, so watching this helps you by giving me ideas on what to make for your dinner.”
“Fuck dinner. I’d rather eat something else.”
Maddox laughs, but it dies when I push him down on the couch and climb on top of him. If I can’t change the channel, I’m going to at least have fun while he watches stupid cooking.
I run my nose down his neck and chest, peppering soft, open kisses as I go.
He grunts when I lick his nipple and suck it into my mouth, making it go hard. “Okay, I agree. Fuck dinner.”
I grin and make my way up to his mouth. I can’t think of a place I’d rather be than right here. Maybe somewhere without cooking shows, but if I can just …
My hands go above his head, right next to the—
He tears his mouth away from mine. “Bastard!”
We struggle for the remote. I pin him down with my forearm across his chest and stretch above him, trying to reach my target, but he jabs me in my ribs with his finger. I flinch and almost fall off him onto the floor.
Maddox laughs his ass off, but I regain my balance and pin him to the couch. I try to hold back my own laughter as he writhes underneath me, trying to get on top and win the remote.
“You may as well let me change it over,” I taunt. “You’re not exactly watching it at the moment.”
“It’s the principle of the thing now. You can’t come in here and just take over.”
“My TV, my choice.”
“I was watching it first.”
“What are you, five?” Even though I think we might be having our first disagreement-slash-argument, we’re both still laughing, and we’re both hard. The thin material of our boxers isn’t hiding anything.
“We established my immaturity when we met, remember?” he says.
“Maddy, baby, babe. Can I please watch the baseball game?”
He groans and throws his head back on the couch in defeat. “Even I know not to get in between you and your baseball.”
“Oh my God, I could kiss you.”
“If I have to endure nine innings, you should do more than just kiss me.”
I roll my hips, our cocks rubbing against each other, and I try to hold in my moan. “There should only be about three innings left, and I can multitask. I can watch and get you off at the same time.”
He’s breathless now, so close to the edge as I continue to grind against him. “Prove it.”
“Gladly.”
I switch the channel over to baseball, but I never see a second of it. Turns out, I couldn’t care less.
***
Three days staying with me turned into six, and now it’s nine. Cheri’s still having issues with her meds, which sucks, but living with Maddox is surprisingly awesome.
It works because we barely see each other, and if he hadn’t been staying with me, I wouldn’t have seen him at all. Of the nine nights he’s been at my place, I think we’ve spent a total of four of them together.
Tonight, I’m dragging my ass home at midnight because I had a late class which meant I needed to stay late at OTS being everyone’s bitch boy by doing their filing and scheduling. Come graduation, I’ll have my own assistant and won’t have to do the mundane shit ever again.
The hope I have that Maddox is awake is dashed when the only light on in my apartment is the lamp next to my couch.