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“Way better idea. Save me some.” Mark clapped a hand on my shoulder and then headed out of the kitchen.
“Me too.” Ansel stole another carrot and darted out of the kitchen, narrowly missing the one I threw at him.
Jesse dropped his backpack near the table. “What’s the occasion?”
“Uhhhh…”Not helping the caveman analogies. But I couldn’t seem to make my mouth form the simple combination Y-O-U.
“Hmmm.” Jesse furrowed his brow. “Usually for those specialuhhhhhhhhkind of occasions, I’d go for a filet, medium rare. Classic, simple, timeless.” He winked and nudged me with his shoulder. “Chicken cordon bleu is one of those deceptive dishes. Sounds fancy and complicated, but it’s not too bad. Want me to help you?”
“I thought you had a study group tonight?” In my head, he arrived home and I had the whole thing finished and ready to plate.
“Got canceled. This is a way better use of time anyway. I’m starving.”
I thought Jesse would just take over the cooking, but we ended up going through the recipe together, him guiding me through the steps and making me do everything when I knew he could’ve done it himself ten times faster.
He didn’t seem to mind at all, and we joked back and forth as we did it, teasing each other like we often did now. Flirting, I guess Mark would’ve called it. Whatever it was, it was nice. We put the chicken and veggies in the oven to cook and then tackled all the dishes we’d dirtied, Jesse drying while I washed.
“It was supposed to be for you,” I admitted, handing over a bowl. I loved how he had such an array of smiles, the one that formed for my confession just a teeny, tiny twist of his mouth that you had to look close to see.
The oven chimed a second later, and we pulled out the chicken. Jesse poked at it with a fork before declaring it perfect. Not three minutes after that, Ansel, Mark, and Cam all showed up in the kitchen like a pack of wild dogs, suddenly hungry and wondering if there was anything to eat.
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“You should’ve just saidno. You’re too nice.” Jesse lifted his head from the crook of his arm where he was sprawled next to me on my bed and gave me a stern look. “Now what will you eat for lunch tomorrow?”
I fought back a smile at his concern. That had been the plan for the extra chicken I’d bought, but none of that mattered after Ansel, Mark, and Cam had come sniffing around. I’d ended up giving them the extra servings. “You would’ve done the same thing. Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t have.”
“I would have.” His sigh of agreement turned into a rumbling purr when I reached out to fiddle with a strand of his hair.
I’d meant to move it away from his cheek, but that pleased sound had me sinking my fingers through the red-gold strands and rolling closer, drawn like a magnet when his eyes fluttered shut.
“You really were cooking for me?” he murmured into the kiss I brushed over his lips.
I made a noise of assent as he clutched the front of my shirt, keeping our mouths sealed. I loved the warmth of his kiss, how he gave himself over to it like it was the most important thing we were doing. Maybe it was. It felt like that a lot more lately. I’d noticed it even when we were shooting videos for OnlyFans, too. One or both of us would get lost in the moment, forget what we’d planned to do, forget to be conscious of the camera and the angles. Sometimes I wasn’t even forgetting. Sometimes I suspected Jesse wasn’t either. I had no plans to call attention to it, though.
His body moved against mine as the kiss deepened, and I was glad to hear his moans as I let my hands roam over him. I’d learned they told me how he wanted to be touched. The low timbre of these suggested gently, so I moved with care.
“No one has ever touched me like you do.” He peeled back, eyes bright and avid on me as I helped him out of his shirt and then stripped mine.
Our pants came next.
“How do I touch you?” I bit back a groan as the heat of his naked body seared over my skin and his cock slotted next to mine, but I couldn’t help the quiet curse that escaped.
“Like you’re listening. Like you hear me. Like you’re paying attention.”
“I am.” I groaned again as Jesse began stroking us both, my cock leaking all over the place because I just reacted that strongly to him now. “You do the same,” I managed, arching my back as he closed around my head and squeezed.
“Because I am, too.” His lips found mine once more, my hands found his hips, and eventually he slid a leg over my torso and my eyes rolled back in my head as he guided me inside him. I didn’t know when lube had happened and didn’t care. I just knew the heat of him around me was the best thing I’d felt in my life, and the way his breath spilled raggedly over my lips suggested he felt similarly.
No cameras, no discussion of angles, no script.
Just us.
27
Jesse
Cam had been jiggling his knee for the past ten minutes while I finished cooking my omelet and plating it. First I could ignore it, because it was just this tiny movement in my periphery, so I just angled my head a little bit as I continued cooking. But then when I’d glance over, he’d still be going, and it was like I could feel the vibrations even though I was no longer looking.