Page 14 of Home on the Road

Harry looked over his shoulder at the man, one eyebrow cocked high. “What do you mean you’re not making cookies today?”

Harry wondered if anyone would mind if he threw himself on the floor and had a screaming, crying fit worthy of any toddler. Mrs. Vargas turning down the aisle stopped him, though he huffed and pouted, earning a frown from the elderly woman.

Ziggy’s eyes sparkled as he leaned in so his lips were only an inch from his ear. “I thought we could take a nap this afternoon and I would spend tomorrow baking.”

Harry’s cock twitched and began to fill at the images Ziggy’s sultry-toned words brought to mind.

“Even better idea. Let’s go,” Harry grabbed Ziggy’s hand and dragged him along as he hurried to the checkout counters.

Thank heavens, there was no line of customers to slowthem down. Even so, Harry did not know how he was going to make it through the next hour while they unloaded and put away the groceries once they got home.

As he helped the bag girl fill their cloth grocery bags, Harry wondered how big a bribe it would take to convince Sam to put the groceries away so he could whisk Ziggy upstairs for a nice, long, sex-filled nap.

Chapter Nine

By the time Harry parked the pickup in its normal place behind the house, Ziggy’s legs were bouncing and his fingers were twisted together in his lap. He hated to admit it, but he was nervous. He was afraid having sex with Harry would change the solid friendship they had been developing over the past few days.

He also really, really wanted Harry to fuck him into a mattress. Any mattress. It did not matter to him if it was his bed, Harry’s bed, or the bed at the back of the rig, as long as they were naked and together.

He was not an aggressor in any of his relationships, not that there had been many. He was a follower, a sheep. He always waited for Harry to make the first move.

After Harry turned off the engine, he looked over at him. Ziggy could see the heat and hunger in his eyes, but his expression was of care and concern.

“We don’t have to do this yet,” Harry said softly. “We can keep on as we have. There’s no pressure.”

Ziggy sucked in a breath as his heart felt like it was being ripped in two. “Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

Harry blinked and then his eyes went wide. “Of course I do. Why would you think otherwise? But we won’t be just having sex, we’ll be making love.”

Ziggy pulled in a breath and tried to calm his racing heart before he whispered, “You just offered to not have sex with me.”

“Z-man, I want you. Oh, fuck, how I want you. But I also want you to be comfortable and not regret anything we do. So, if I have to suffer with blue balls and a permanent hard cock, and take cold showers twice a day, so be it. I’ll sleep with ice in my shorts if that’s what it takes to assure you that we are meant to be together, in and out of bed.”

Harry’s words immediately healed the pain in his heart. But it also allowed him to be honest. “I do want to go to bed with you, but I also have to admit, I’m nervous that this will change things between us and not in a good way.”

Harry’s expression did not change. “It won’t change. I won’t let it. We’re good together, and there’s no way I’m giving you up, now, or ever. So, why don’t we unload the truck and put groceries away before the ice cream melts?”

“Oooo, yeah. We don’t want melty ice cream,” Ziggy said. He quickly released his safety belt and climbed out of the truck.

By the time the groceries were unloaded from the truck and put away in the pantry, along with a good bit of reorganization, Ziggy was feeling more grounded. Being in the kitchen might not have been his favorite place the last six months, but cooking and feeding people gave him a good feeling.

Pulling out the ingredients they had bought, Ziggy began putting together a lasagna. He had just slid it into the oven when Harry entered the kitchen. He had been in the office with Sam, working on the scheduling for their run, which would begin in another three days.

Harry took a deep breath and moaned. “Smells wonderful already. How long till it’s done?”

“I have to take the tin foil off in an hour and then it will be another half hour,” Ziggy said with a smile and a wink. “Want to go make out?”

Sam entered just as he finished speaking, and Ziggy’s cheeks began to burn with embarrassment.

“I can take the foil off,” Sam said.

“Great. Thanks, Sam,” Harry said, touching his phone screen several times before he stalked across the room to where Ziggy stood.

“Come on, Z-man. Let’s go take a nap.” Before Ziggy could argue, he bent and lifted him over his shoulder and carried himout of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Harry did not let him go until they were in his bedroom with the door closed and locked. Only then did he flip him over his shoulder and Ziggy squealed as he flew backward. Once he landed on the bed with a bounce, he began to giggle.

The laughter trailed off as he watched Harry toe off his sneakers and pull his shirt over his head before he worked his belt and the fastenings of his jeans. Ziggy licked his lips as Harry pushed his jeans off and stepped out of them, leaving him wearing only a pair of bright red boxers with yellow rubber ducks all over them.

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