from them at least until all of this shit with my mother is done and over with. My dad doesn’t need any more stress right now.”
“Whatever you want, love. I’ll do whatever you want.”
I hold out my hand to him. Tucker takes it without hesitation and lets me pull him into me. I reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him in for a tender kiss. He pulls away from the kiss and drops his forehead to mine.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I reply.
~ Tucker ~
The next morning, after I take a shower and get dressed, I walk out into the living room where I find Duke huffing and puffing to himself as he’s making eggs and bacon. I watch him for a minute, an amused smile on my face. I’m only catching a word here and there, but I’m pretty sure he’s talking about me and Dennis.
“Hey, bud, problem?” I ask, making my way over to the coffee maker as I finish fixing my tie.
Duke shoots me a death glare. “Problem? Why would I have a problem? I’m all fucking unicorns and rainbows here, my man.”
I jerk my chin back and fight off a laugh. “Oookay.”
I grab a mug from the cabinet and move in front of the coffee maker.
“I swear to god, Tuck. If I have to listen to one more night of you and Dennis fucking, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
I bark out a laugh as I pour myself a cup of the already made coffee.
“Didn’t you find an apartment yet?” I ask.
“Yes, I did, but I can’t move in right away! I need to buy furniture and shit, so I’m stuck here for at least another week or so.”
“You do have a house in Baltimore, you know.” I chuckle.
“No, fuck that, I can’t go back there. Just thinking about it makes me depressed.”
I frown. “You do know you are going to have to go and pack up all of your shit, right?”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m hiring a moving company. They go in, pack the whole place up, and then drive it up here.”
“Hmm,” I hum, impressed. I didn’t know there were companies that did that.
“Is there any way that you and Dennis can just give it a rest for a couple of days?” he pleads.
I give him an incredulous look. “Are you insane? There is no way in hell I can resist that tight ass,” I say, knowing full well what the effects on Duke will be.
Duke gags exaggeratedly a few times. I can’t help but laugh.
“I hate you. I hate you and your stupid gay dick,” he grumbles as he stabs at the scrambled eggs he’s making with the spatula.
I almost spit out the coffee that I just took a sip of with that last comment.
“Why do you have to buy new furniture? Why not use what you have?” I ask him.
“I’m starting fresh. New apartment, new furniture, new life for Duke,” he grumbles.
I nod. “I like it. Sounds like a good plan.”
“You know what a good plan would be? Keeping your dick in your pants while I’m still here. Now that’s a good plan.”
I laugh. “You do know that you giving me a hard time about this just makes me want to do it more, just to fuck with you, right?”
Duke’s hazel eyes slowly turn to stare at me. “I will stab you to death with this spatula, Tucker,” he threatens, holding up said spatula, which has egg stuck to it.
I slap a hand over my mouth to stop from bursting out laughing. How he can keep a straight face when he says things like that is beyond me.
“I need to get to work,” I choke and set my half-drunk coffee in the sink before starting for the door.
“Yeah, you better get the hell out of here, Fucker,” Duke calls after me. “I’d hate to have to kill my best friend with a spatula.”
~ Chapter Twelve ~
~ Dennis ~
Thanksgiving kind of snuck up on us. With everything that has been going on this month with Tucker’s surgery and my accident, Thanksgiving got shoved to the back of my mind. Lizette is having dinner at her and Beau’s place. She, of course, invites Tucker and me, and Duke. Duke declines the invite, saying that his mother
“Whatever you want, love. I’ll do whatever you want.”
I hold out my hand to him. Tucker takes it without hesitation and lets me pull him into me. I reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him in for a tender kiss. He pulls away from the kiss and drops his forehead to mine.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I reply.
~ Tucker ~
The next morning, after I take a shower and get dressed, I walk out into the living room where I find Duke huffing and puffing to himself as he’s making eggs and bacon. I watch him for a minute, an amused smile on my face. I’m only catching a word here and there, but I’m pretty sure he’s talking about me and Dennis.
“Hey, bud, problem?” I ask, making my way over to the coffee maker as I finish fixing my tie.
Duke shoots me a death glare. “Problem? Why would I have a problem? I’m all fucking unicorns and rainbows here, my man.”
I jerk my chin back and fight off a laugh. “Oookay.”
I grab a mug from the cabinet and move in front of the coffee maker.
“I swear to god, Tuck. If I have to listen to one more night of you and Dennis fucking, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
I bark out a laugh as I pour myself a cup of the already made coffee.
“Didn’t you find an apartment yet?” I ask.
“Yes, I did, but I can’t move in right away! I need to buy furniture and shit, so I’m stuck here for at least another week or so.”
“You do have a house in Baltimore, you know.” I chuckle.
“No, fuck that, I can’t go back there. Just thinking about it makes me depressed.”
I frown. “You do know you are going to have to go and pack up all of your shit, right?”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m hiring a moving company. They go in, pack the whole place up, and then drive it up here.”
“Hmm,” I hum, impressed. I didn’t know there were companies that did that.
“Is there any way that you and Dennis can just give it a rest for a couple of days?” he pleads.
I give him an incredulous look. “Are you insane? There is no way in hell I can resist that tight ass,” I say, knowing full well what the effects on Duke will be.
Duke gags exaggeratedly a few times. I can’t help but laugh.
“I hate you. I hate you and your stupid gay dick,” he grumbles as he stabs at the scrambled eggs he’s making with the spatula.
I almost spit out the coffee that I just took a sip of with that last comment.
“Why do you have to buy new furniture? Why not use what you have?” I ask him.
“I’m starting fresh. New apartment, new furniture, new life for Duke,” he grumbles.
I nod. “I like it. Sounds like a good plan.”
“You know what a good plan would be? Keeping your dick in your pants while I’m still here. Now that’s a good plan.”
I laugh. “You do know that you giving me a hard time about this just makes me want to do it more, just to fuck with you, right?”
Duke’s hazel eyes slowly turn to stare at me. “I will stab you to death with this spatula, Tucker,” he threatens, holding up said spatula, which has egg stuck to it.
I slap a hand over my mouth to stop from bursting out laughing. How he can keep a straight face when he says things like that is beyond me.
“I need to get to work,” I choke and set my half-drunk coffee in the sink before starting for the door.
“Yeah, you better get the hell out of here, Fucker,” Duke calls after me. “I’d hate to have to kill my best friend with a spatula.”
~ Chapter Twelve ~
~ Dennis ~
Thanksgiving kind of snuck up on us. With everything that has been going on this month with Tucker’s surgery and my accident, Thanksgiving got shoved to the back of my mind. Lizette is having dinner at her and Beau’s place. She, of course, invites Tucker and me, and Duke. Duke declines the invite, saying that his mother
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