“Day shift. Clo-pening is a bitch, but someone’s gotta do it,” I reply with a shrug.
“What about your toy? Does he have to go into work too?” he presses, his tone showing his newfound mischief.
“Nope. All yours,” I say, pulling on my smoke and casting a glance at him. “But be sure to leave some for me?”
Xavier laughs and nods as he reaches into his pocket and retrieves the keys to his car. He holds them up and I raise an eyebrow as I reach for them.
“Hold on,” he begins, closing his fist around them. “If I let you take this, then you’re going to owe me tonight. Big time.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head as I slap his hand, catching the keys in mine before they hit the grass.
“That’s no punishment,” I scoff as I start walking toward his car, “that’s a fucking challenge I’ll always be up for.”
“We’ll see,” he calls out as I open his car door and slide into the driver’s seat.
“And don’t break my toy while I’m gone!”
Xavier waves me off with a grin as he turns around and makes his way back into the house.
The only thing I’m going to hate about today is knowing that Colin will be full of him, tasting his salty, musky scent, feeling his cock buried deep inside of him, and I’ll be at work.
Scraping clean another griddle, mopping the floor, and firing up the stove to serve those who see themselves as far more important than I am.
Not realizing that as of last night, I have the most amazing fucking life anyone could ever want.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Xavier
The little shit found the key and let himself out of the den, but I should’ve realized he knows me well enough that I wouldn’t be able to pull the wool over his eyes.
Letting him drive my car, taking the wheel and some of the control out of my hands, he’s got to know that’s a big step for me. No one drives my car except me, and now Amos.
When did I become so soft when it comes to him? I wonder thoughtfully as I make my way back inside the house. I don’t know what time we all fell asleep last night, the last thing I remember before I closed my eyes was sharing Amos’ joint and watching him smoking. When I woke up, he was gone and the door to the den was unlocked.
Colin was still asleep when I ventured upstairs to hunt down Amos. I barely caught him as he was on his way out the door, getting ready to leave for work. With a yawn I head to the kitchen to make some coffee, and I notice the machine is on and ready to be used. Smiling, I pour out two cups, one for myself and one for Colin. I don’t know about him, but after last night I need all the caffeinated energy I can get.
There’s no sign of Mom, and Dad’s already left. I presume they’ll be gone for the rest of the day, doing whatever it is they fill their time with instead of family. It never used to be like this, since Mom would often force us to play happy families with barbeques, dinners, and the various social events she’d drag us all out to.
I always hated them, having to pretend I was the good little son she wanted me to be, and the loving big brother to Amos. I’m pretty sure he disliked them as much as I did, although not necessarily for the same reasons. They were dull, and he never has been.
Pouring a generous amount of creamer into the two mugs, I stir them and carry both down to the den. It’s empty, so Colin must be awake. The sound of the toilet flushing reaches my ear and moments later he walks back in, although it looks more like he’s shuffling than actually walking.
“Morning, I made coffee.”
He glances at me, then looks around for Amos.
“He’s at work,” I offer, holding out the cup to him.
“Ahh, of course. He’s rostered in for the day shift so he’ll probably be gone for a few hours. Better than the graveyard shift though,” he replies with a shrug, taking the coffee from me and gingerly sitting back down on the couch.
I smirk at his careful movements and slight wince as his ass connects with the plush, cushioned surface.
“Sore today?” I ask, keeping my voice light but layering it with insinuation.
Colin throws me a dirty look, and I raise my eyebrow.
“Want some more aloe gel? I’ll rub it in too if you want,” I ask, sitting on the couch across from him and hooking one leg over the other as I lean back.