Page 26 of Mouth to Mouth

Luca still waited at the entrance of the living room until the bathroom door closed. Then he let out a long sigh. Not too bad of a morning after all. Maybe Luca was figuring this out. Which might be a good thing since Luca had new worries. Like the hot guy with the great hands who swore he wasn’t a Daddy but ended up acting like one anyway.

Damn it! Luca stomped into the kitchen. He was frustrated not knowing where he stood with Brad once again. First the guy hated him, then sucked him off before walking Luca to his apartment like a damn gentleman. Luca thought that was the end of things. Brad had apologized. Luca had accepted. Everything had been settled.

Or Luca had thought.

Then Brad had witnessed Todd being a douchebag and Luca having to shut him down. And how did Brad react? He’d given Luca a handjob.

Like what the actual fuck?

He crossed the kitchen to yank the fridge door open. Luca pulled out the jug of orange juice and the milk and set them on the counter before pulling two clean glasses from the drying rack beside the sink.

One good thing about living with Dawson was that Luca’s apartment was always clean. Dishes done, floors vacuumed and swept, no dust anywhere to be seen. Luca told his friend that Dawson didn’t need to do all that but Dawson insisted that it helped calm his mind. Who was Luca to argue with that?

Luca poured himself a glass of orange juice and downed half of it before refilling it. He replaced the juice in the fridge before he started making Dawson his chocolate milk.

Dawson swore that Luca made the drink perfect every time. Luca didn’t do anything special. Just made sure that the chocolate liquid that he added was mixed really well. Even if it took a couple extra minutes there was no chocolate on the sides or bottom of the glass.

He replaced the milk and chocolate syrup as Dawson walked quietly into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools in front of the bar. Luca set the glass in front of his friend.

Dawson must have cleaned up in the bathroom real quick as he looked more awake with a freshly washed face. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Luca replied. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Dawson sipped his chocolate milk before he shrugged. “Bad dream and then I couldn’t see. I couldn’t get my body to work. I crawled to the couch.”

Luca tightened his fingers around the glass in his hand. He didn’t have the words. This wasn’t something that he could fix. Luca wanted to, tried his hardest, but he couldn’t.

Dawson hunched his shoulders. “Sorry.”

“You have no reason to be sorry,” Luca told him. “We’re in this together.”

Dawson shook his head. “It’s not fair⁠—”

Luca reached over and stole the glass from Dawson’s hand.

Dawson gasped, reaching for the glass.

Slowly Luca brought the glass to his lips, taking a small sip.

“Hey!” Dawson whined.

“Only family gets my extra-special chocolate milk,” Luca said. He took another sip.

“Brat,” Dawson said but he smiled.

“Duh.” Luca set the glass down and pushed it toward Dawson. “The best brat there is.”

“Someday you’ll find a Daddy to put you over his knee,” Dawson told him.

An image of Brad doing just that flashed in his mind and Luca nearly knocked over his juice.

Dawson saved the glass, pulling it away before lifting a brow.

“What?” Luca scowled.

“What did you do?” Dawson asked.

“I didn’t do anything!” Luca didn’t sound convincing at all. Damn it.