Page 34 of Convergence

“You left the towels in the washing machine, and they molded! There was nothing in the dryer and you could have moved them over at any time,” Everett was shouting at Nate. They were on either side of the kitchen island, both with their palms pressed against the granite, and shouting into each other’s faces.

“I forgot, dude. It’s no big deal. I’ll just rewash them,” Nate shouted back.

“Don’t ‘dude’ me, boy. We all contribute to this house-” Everett argued, but Nate cut him off.

“‘Boy?!’ Is that a joke? I can’t call you ‘dude’ because it’s insulting, but you can call me ‘boy’ and that’s perfectly fine?!” Nate bellowed.

I poured myself a cup of coffee. Thinking back, Nate had put a load of laundry in the washing machine, but he then had gotten distracted by putting a load inme, so I stayed out of this argument. I remained close in case I needed to break up a fist fight or mediate.

“Consider it even, then,” Everett rolled his eyes. It seemed like Nate won that round. “Nate, we all contribute to this house and count on each other. This morning we have no towels for our showers because you didn’t finish the laundry!”

“Well, I’ll get right on fixing it, daddy,” Nate said in a condescending tone and started to walk away.

Everett startled and spilled the coffee he was bringing up to his lips. A blush stained his cheeks. He looked away from Nate and mopped up his coffee.

“Wait, did you like it when I called you ‘daddy?’” Nate asked incredulously.

“No.”

“You totally fucking did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You popped a boner at me calling you ‘daddy.’”

“Stop it, Nathaniel.”

“Oh my god. This is too good. Is it like library time boner or sexy time boner?”

“What?! What does that even mean?”

“When I was a kid, I loved going to the library and checking out video games and thoseEyewitnessbooks so much I would get a boner because I was so excited. And a sexy time boner is self-explanatory,” Nate said casually and sipped his coffee like everything he had told us was perfectly normal to talk about. I watched, silent and eyes wide, but fighting down a laugh.

Everett huffed a laugh and shook his head before getting a paper towel to finish cleaning up the coffee he had spilled. He said nothing in response to Nate and I almost forgot there was even a question.

“So, which is it? Library boner or sexy boner when I call you ‘daddy?’” Nate’s voice dipped to his demanding voice he uses during sex.

Everett stared at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. My heart raced in my chest as I anticipated his answer. They locked their eyes across the kitchen island while nobody moved for an extended moment.My breath hitched.

“Neither,” Everett said finally, and pushed away from the island. His voice was quiet and calm, like usual. “Please fix the towels.”

He left me and Nate in the kitchen, where we stared at each other for another moment.

“If you had gotten a library boner, what would it have been for?” Nate asked me as he started fixing his breakfast cereal.

“Hmm, science class in elementary school when we got to copy a Bill Nye experiment,” I replied with a giggle.

“Fucking freak,” Nate chuckled.

Later that day, while we were in the lab, the streets had been plowed and salted, so Everett offered to go grab us lunch from the house. Nate and I were removing our protective gear to be ready for a break and lunch when he grabbed my hand and led me out of the lab, leaving the music on, and down the hall to the locker room.

“Why are we going in the locker room?” I asked curiously, still in work mode.

Nate grinned mischievously back at me as he pushed the door open. “I’m hungry.”

I didn’t have time to respond before he picked me up and his lips crushed against mine. I squealed in shock and delight at the quick movement. “So hungry,” he said in his deep, sexy voice as he walked us further into the locker room. The locker room had two toilet stalls and a shower in the back, separated from the front of the room by a line of lockers and a wooden bench.

Nate set me on the first sink and quickly kneeled before me. I worried for a second I was going to break the sink off the wall, but quickly abandoned that thought as Nate yanked my black leggings over my ass so fast and hard that I had to grasp the sink to not go flying. He winked up at me in apology before more carefully pulling down my black bikini panties. “I’ve been wanting a taste of this pussy all morning,” he said in a tone not unlike a growl before descending to lick up the length of my slit.

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