Page 53 of Survival Game

He rolled off Eric reluctantly and stood, wincing at the rawness of his dick and the ache in his back where he’d probably pulled a muscle with his efforts.

“I think it’s time to wash up and get into bed.” He had a thought. “You know, we didn’t even have any dinner.” As if it heard him, his stomach rumbled. “I think I might make us something to eat then we can settle in.”

Eric flapped a hand as he clambered off the couch. “Sure. I’ll go take a pee and clean up. I’ll come give you a hand in a minute.”

Kyle was already planning what he was going to cook as he walked into the kitchen. “No problem.”

Half an hour later there was no sign of Eric but there were two plates of carbonara pasta on a plate, with two glasses of wine. Kyle wandered into the bedroom and stood still.

Eric was face down on the bed covers, naked and snoring heavily. Kyle took a moment to enjoy the sight before he laid the tray on the chest of drawers.

“Nice,” he muttered. “I slave away in the kitchen and you come in here and take over my bed. Huh.”

He pulled the extra duvet from the cupboard, not wanting to roll Eric over and disturb him. Then he covered him with it and crawled into bed. He made sure to bring his pasta and wine with him.

“You might not want this, but I’m bloody starving.” Kyle leaned down and kissed Eric’s cheek. “Sleep tight, babe.” He hesitated then whispered, “I’m falling hard for you, you know that?”

He didn’t think he was at any risk of Eric hearing. His man was out for the count.

Chapter Fourteen

Eric clapped his hands over his ears at the caterwauling coming from inside of the truck. Great partner Aaron may be, but singer, he was not. And hearing “It’s Raining Men” sung in his off-key tones caused Eric’s arse to clench and his ears to bleed.

“You’re killing me,” he complained as Aaron hit a particularly high note. “Can you not do that please? I think you just pierced my eardrum.”

“I don’t think so,” Aaron sang along with the lines. “Hallelujah, I don’t think so, amen.”

Eric reached out and switched the radio off. Aaron looked at him, an injured expression on his face.

“Hey,” he protested. “I was just getting to the good bit.”

“There are no good bits,” Eric grumbled as he fiddled with the paperwork on his lap. “Only really bad bits.”

Aaron huffed and waved a hand dramatically. “I was bringing out my inner queen,” he stated. “Leah said I was in touch with my feminine side the other night, so I decided to enjoy it a little bit more. Heathen.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eric grinned as Dispatch crackled into sound. “I think I prefer your man side when it comes to your singing.”

The radio operator announced a new call and Eric frowned.

“Isn’t that the same address we attended a while ago? The nutty lady who pulled a knife on us, with the mom and kids?”

“Yeah.” Aaron’s face was grim. “Sounds like something’s gone down there again. Maybe this time she’s gone too far.” He looked at Eric. “Should we call in for police backup?”

They stared at each other for a minute then both shook their heads at the same time.

“Nah,” Aaron said. “The police are busy enough as it is. I’m sure we can manage one crazy lady between us now we know what to watch out for.”

Eric nodded in agreement. They drove in silence then Eric looked at his partner. “So, you and Leah still going strong? I bet your bubbie is happy.”

Aaron smiled, a wide beam that split his face. “Yeah, Leah’s great. She and my gran get on well, and now bubbie is even bossier than before, which I didn’t think was humanly possible.” He smiled wryly. “‘Cut your hair; you’d look more handsome for her. Don’t forget to take that lovely flower arrangement home with you for Leah—she’ll love it. When is the wedding day? You don’t want to lose that one, she’s a keeper—’” He rolled his eyes. “Two strong women in my life is more than I bargained for.”

From the beatific look on his face, Aaron didn’t seem too worried about that, Eric thought.

“So how are you and Kyle getting on? It’s been, what, over three months now you’ve been dating? You practically live at his place. When are you two moving in together?”

Eric grinned. “Too soon for that. But, yeah, I do spend a lot of time at his place since it’s closer to the club. Our work rotas are a bitch to try and get time together.”

Aaron peered at him. “With that grin on your face, mate, I’d say the two of you are coping well enough. I’m glad you got over your little spat. You were an insufferable bastard when the two of you were arguing.”