Stephen (BOY: ISO Book 1) by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean & Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sean Michael
Published: 2020-06-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Stephen got dressed and went exploring. Champ was out—he remembered something about seeing his good friends downstairs or some such thing—and he was curious about what was in the kitchen, where he’d agreed to be living.

It turned out the answer to that was everything he could think of, either in the cabinets or hidden in the shelves beneath the island. Most of it looked brand-new.

He started water for tea and made toast, then turned some music on his phone as he found some strawberry jam.

“Let me give you the wifi password, and then you can play your music through the house.” He hadn’t realized Champ had come back.

“Hello. I was hungry. I hope that’s okay. Would you like tea or toast?”

“This is your home. You can do what you like, including or maybe especially eat if you’re hungry. Also hi and just tea please.” Champ came over and hugged him. “The password is bananatime872.”

“Bananatime872. Got it.” He hooked his phone into the wifi while he leaned into Champ’s arms.

“Did you sleep well? Are you feeling refreshed?”

“I am. I feel amazing. Well-loved, happy, warm.”

“Mmm. Wonderful.” Champ dropped a kiss to the top of his head, then tilted his chin and took one from his mouth.

He stepped in close and cuddled, craving Champ’s touch.

Champ purred into their kiss, arms wrapping around him. God, he fit so well, like there was a perfect spot for him right here in Champ’s arms, and he thought he could just stay, right here.

When the kiss ended, Champ pressed their foreheads together. “I love coming home and finding you here. It makes me very happy.”

“Did you enjoy your friends? Is everyone all right?”

“Everyone is great. I didn’t see Marc—he was sleeping. Apparently, he needs a lot of care and attention, but Berny and France are just the ones to give it to him. I’m sure he’s going to thrive. Eventually.”

“I hope so. I want him to be happy.”

“Same for Berny and France. I think they’ll all be good for each other. Kind of like you and I are.”

“We are having a good time, aren’t we?” The kettle went off, whistling away. “Let me make our tea?”

“If I must let you go.” Champ gave him a quick kiss, then stepped back. “I think we’re having more than just a good time.”

“Yes. What type of tea?”

“Well, I just had hibiscus with the guys. How about Typhoo? It’s in the bin marked tea. If you look in the cupboard above that, there’s all the various other teas.”

“Sounds good. You want milk or lemon?” He felt wonderfully domestic.

“I like milk in my Typhoo. I often take lemon in herbal tea.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll remember.” He liked a bit of honey and that was it.

“Thank you, boy.” Champ was practically purring.

“I love that deep sound you make.”

“Yeah? I do it when I’m happy, pleased. Like when you call me daddy and show how much you care and how you care for me.”

“It’s lovely.” He made the tea, buttered his toast, and spread jam, then cut the squares up, in case Champ changed his mind.

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