#SundaySnippet from JADED (#nsfw #gayromance)

Read a little bit from my latest release: Jaded, from Dreamspinner Press

“Ready for breakfast?” Trent called from the kitchen.

“Yeah.” Reed rubbed a towel over his wet hair and hung it up in the bathroom. He didn’t bother to put on any clothes for breakfast. It was part of their routine when he came home. First twenty-four hours were clothing free, unless they were going out.

He walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Trent’s bare ass as he stood in front of the stove. The ties of an apron around his waist curled down over the pale globes of flesh.

“Mmmm,” he half growled as he came up and pressed himself to Trent’s back.

“Apparently you didn’t take a cold shower. But I like that.” Trent turned his head and met Reed for a wet kiss. “Sit down, it’s almost ready.”

“I’m hungry.” Reed didn’t want to let go of Trent, but he sat at the table.

Trent flipped pancakes from the skillet onto plates and set them down.

“Smells great. But you know the rules.” He pointed to the apron. It was pretty small, just enough to protect from the dangers of cooking while nude. He liked the way Trent’s cock pushed it out and away from his body. Trent hadn’t had a cold shower either.

Trent presented his back to Reed and bent over just enough to tease. Reed slipped his hand between Trent’s legs and cupped his balls with one hand and untied the apron with the other. “Now you can eat.”

“Thank you.” Trent sat and put a dab of butter and a drizzle of syrup on his pancakes.

Reed looked down at his plate and noticed the pancake had a little smiley face. A sort of smiley face. The mouth was crooked. “I think this guy needs to go to the dentist.”

“Oh, you do? How does it taste?”

“Delicious.” Reed chewed and smiled.

Trent ate his pancakes in silence.

“Can you make some more? Reed asked.

“More? You want more?” Trent stood up.

“Yes, please?” Reed pulled him in with an arm around his waist. He kissed Trent’s navel and intended to move lower when Trent disengaged himself. He went back to the stove, sans apron. Reed enjoyed the scenery.

“Here you go.” Trent brought the skillet over and flipped the pancake out onto Reed’s plate.

He stared. It was shaped like a dick, with two smaller round pancakes at one end. “That’s cute.”

“That’s for you, you dick. Complaining about my smiley pancake. Dick!” Trent dropped the skillet in the sink and it sizzled as it hit water. “That’s the only dick you’ll get in your mouth this weekend. Enjoy it!” He strode out of the room.

“Trent, I’m sorry. It was cute. I liked it. Thank you.” Reed got up and followed Trent. He was in the bedroom putting on underwear. “That’s against the rules.”

“Those rules don’t count when you’re being a dick.” Trent turned his back to Reed.

“I don’t remember that, Trent. Dickery doesn’t cancel out the no-clothes rule.” He heard a muffled sound. Trent was trying not to laugh. He put a hand over his mouth, and Reed spun him around. Trent’s eyes betrayed his mirth. “You’re going to have to take them off, Trent.”

“Make me.”

“Don’t worry. I will.” Reed grabbed for the waistband and Trent moved out of his reach but fell onto the bed. He put up a token amount of resistance, but Reed got the shorts off. The struggle had Trent panting slightly and he was half-hard. Reed leaned down and took Trent into his mouth, completing the process. “Delicious.”

“Please, sir, may I have some more?”

“Do you deserve it?”

“Yes.”

And he did, so Reed obliged.