Page 65 of Pure Silence

It was ironic in a way because Goldie had been ready to trash everything not even two days ago, but now he was passionately motivated to hold on to every single keychain. He’d tried once or twice over the years to see if Florence wanted anything out of the collection, particularly items that Goldie had worn in their tag team matches, but Florence had never been interested.

Of course, the items hadn’t been that valuable then.

It bothered Goldie more than it should have, and he was quick to reiterate that nothing was for sale. He also threatened to blow off the podcast if Florence didn’t stop hounding him about the gear. Satisfied, Goldie sent the final text with a mumbled, “Fuck you.”

There.

He leaned his hip against the counter, stretching his back and nursing his beer.

Fuck Florence and fuck Alvarez too. He wasn’t going to let either of them ruin his good mood. He’d had the most amazing sex today, sex that he could still feel echoing all throughout his body, and hell, he might even get to do it again tonight.

Fuck yeah.

Goldie heard the toilet flush and realized Day was awake now.

Day shuffled out of the bathroom, wearing his slouchy socks and a baggy Goldilocks T-shirt. It was from Goldie’s dresser, and it hung down to mid-thigh on Day. His hair was extra fluffy, and his eyes weren’t quite open all the way, but he smiled when he saw Goldie.

“Hey, baby.” Goldie offered his arm out for a hug, and he pulled Day against his chest.

Day stood up on his toes to hug Goldie’s neck, mumbling something that might have been, “Good morning.”

“Morning, huh? You know it’s a wee bit later than that.”

“Hmmph.”

“Have a good nap?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Gettin’ hungry?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Goldie rubbed Day’s back. “I’m gonna make steaks and potatoes roasted with bacon and brussels sprouts. How’s that sound?”

“Brussels sprouts?” Day sounded mildly horrified.

“You just wait, baby. You ain’t had brussels sprouts until you’ve had them how I make ’em.”

Day peeked up at Goldie suspiciously, but he nodded slowly as if accepting his fate.

“Can I get you anything? I’ll start cookin’ in just a minute.”

“I’m all right.” Day glanced over to the couch where they’d left their mugs and popcorn. The hot chocolate was long gone, but there was still some popcorn left. “Could I put on the last movie?Starax Part III: The Moon’s Awakening?”

“Sure.” Goldie laughed. “Whatever you want, baby.” He kissed him, holding his hand there at the small of Day’s back to keep him close. He didn’t want to start anything before dinner that he couldn’t finish, but God, he loved kissing Day.

Day stroked his fingers through Goldie’s long hair, sliding his tongue deep into Goldie’s mouth with equal adoration. “Mmm, my angel.”

“Yours,” Goldie whispered without hesitation. His heart was pounding when they finally parted. “You are very, very good at that, you know.”

“Yes. So are you.” Day slinked away with a cheeky little grin.

“Forgive me, but with your, uh, background… I guess I thought you’d be… hmm.” Goldie looked to his beer for inspiration. “Less adventurous?”

“It’s important to spread your seed,” Day replied, kneeling in front of the TV cabinet to switch out the tapes from the VCR. “For your health and strength, it should be done often.”

“Oh.” Goldie didn’t know what to say to that. “Well, I hadn’t spread mine in quite some time, so, thank you. You’re quite the Dom, baby.”