Page 70 of Saint's Sinner

Sinn laughed and landed a solid smack to his rear. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe, or maybe I just get some sick pleasure out of making you live up to your name.”

Groaning, Sinn moved from over top of Night to flop on his back across the clothes. “Wish we had time to break in the sunken tub.”

“Who says we don’t?”

“Me,” Sinn growled adding a bit of bass to his voice. “You need as shower so you can take your ass to the grocery store, and I need to remind Saint to pick up a washer and dryer.”

Night laughed at that. “That’s okay, I forgot to write down microwave and coffee pot.”

Now that gave Sinn pause. “You didn’t.”

“I did.”

Moaning, Sinn draped his arm across his face. “How could you forget the most important of all the kitchen appliances?”

“To be fair, there were a lot of things to remember.”

“True, but coffee pot should have been at the top of the list.”

“There’s just one problem with that.”

“Which is?”

“We’d still have to pick up mugs.”

Sinn lost it then, dissolving into laughter as it struck him just how many things they hadn’t considered when it came to setting up a house. They were all so used to everything just being there that none of them had given any thought to that not being the case when they were starting with four walls and a lot of empty space.

“Okay, new plan,” Sinn said. “You get in the shower, I’ll put in an order for pick up at the supercenter. Coffee, coffee pot, paper products, creamer, sugar and anything else I can think up. At the very least we’ll have the staples to get us through while we sort shit out. That way all you’ll have to do is grab what you need for supper tonight. I’ll order the charcoal and lighter fluid too. Is there anything else you can think of that we absolutely have to have?”

“Ice, cooler and a fuckton of beer. Soda too. The more caffeinated the better. Just get the biggest cooler they’ve got, we’ll get plenty of use out of it.”

“No shit.”

“Ummm,” Night hummed, finally beginning to sit up a little. “Tin foil, roasting pans, and a grill kit with all the implements. I think that’s it. I’ll get the whiskey while I’m in there. If you think of anything else after you place the order, just text me.”

“Will do.”

“At least I didn’t fuck up all the towels,” Night said as he shoved a few aside to get to the clean ones beneath them. “I’mputting one by your knee. I’d beg you to share the shower with me…”

“But we both know what would happen,” Sinn pointed out. “Now move your ass and stop tempting me with it.”

“Never!” Night replied, laughing as he finally got up.

A short time later, Sinn heard the shower turn on. So he wouldn’t be tempted to give in to thoughts of rubbing soap over every inch of Night’s body and getting them both all worked up in the process, he busied himself with the order, paid and started picking up the scattered clothes. Anything below the first layer he assumed was clean, anything on top, or that smelled like sweat and cum, he pitched in a pile outside the closet, so they could be rewashed.

Sinn grabbed a quick shower after Night left, then finished putting away everything he could. At least it left him some down time to dictate a to-do list, including notes on the upcoming projects that awaited him in the garage.

He’d just finished up a parts list and been sorely disappointed when his search for several of them turned up nothing but other people in the same, struggling situation.

A problem to tackle another day, for certain, and not one he looked forward to. Mark had said something about having a potential lead on a new scrapyard. He hoped it panned out or they were going to be spinning their wheels on a few of the restorations.

Somewhere in all that he must have lost track of time because Night’s return came out of nowhere. When Sinn glanced towards the window, he could see a bright ball of light grazing the treetops and knew it was getting close to suppertime.

“Need a hand with anything?” Sinn asked as he laid his phone aside.

“More like everything,” Night replied. “I need to get the grill going and figure out what bag the spices are in so I can get thesesteaks seasoned and the potatoes and corn wrapped so I can toss ‘em on the grill first. I’d have been back sooner, but I had to stop and grab butter, ‘cause of course I forgot that and I wasn’t sure if it was in the order placed.”

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