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Brick closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing hot bath and the sound of the running water. Jules’s arm around him was comforting too, and he didn’t think he’d ever been this content. He was a bit horny, sure, but the energy buzzing in the air was calm and relaxed.

He wanted to enjoy this rare treat, and there was an intimacy about all of this that he didn’t want to ruin with sex just yet.

Maybe later.

Brick peeked open an eye when Jules’s leg moved, and he chuckled as he watched Jules turn the faucet with his toes. “Daddy’s got skills, huh?”

“You ain’t got no idea, baby boy,” Jules rumbled, a laugh chasing the words out from his lips. He hugged Brick tight. “You good?”

“Very good,” Brick replied. “I wish I could wake up every morning like this.”

“As long as I’m around, you will.” Jules rubbed Brick’s stomach affectionately.

“The coffee, the bath, talking about groceries…” Brick’s eyes were hot, and he cleared his throat. “It’s nice.”

“Yeah.” Jules cuddled Brick close, and he kissed his hair. “It’s real nice.”

They soaked together, chatting on and off about groceries, the perils of alarm systems, and how to hook up Brick’s Viki streaming subscription to the TV downstairs so they could watch The Romance of Tiger and Rose later. After the water cooled and the bubbles had all popped, they finally left the sanctuary of the tub.

They kissed and they touched, building a deep and alluring tension that Brick was sure would be addressed later. For right now, it was nice to enjoy the glow from their bath.

Brick grabbed a pair of comfortable jeans and a pastel floral shirt to put on for the day, and Jules surprised him by putting on gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Brick’s eyes were immediately drawn to Jules’s crotch, seeking the outline of his fat cock.

He was not disappointed.

The rest of the day was weirdly normal. It was downright domestic, in fact.

Brick called his mother to check in with her about the latest episodes of The Romance of Tiger and Rose, said nothing about what had happened yesterday, and let her know he was finally going to use the bungeoppang pan. When he casually mentioned he was staying over with his neighbor, she launched into a full interrogation about Jules.

Brick tried to keep his replies simple—especially with Jules right beside him on the couch—and he promised that he would tell her all about it later.

Chae-Won seemed to understand, and with a smile in her voice, she told Brick to tell Jules hello.

Jules was happy to say hello back.

Once Brick was done chatting with his mother, he helped Jules get a list together for groceries. Jules ordered them on his phone, including everything they needed for the bungeoppang minus the pan. Lunch was also ordered in, and they got food from the Flying Biscuit again. Jules was sure to ask for extra apple butter.

They ate their meals, put up the groceries when they were delivered, and cleaned up a bit now that there were finally trash bags to dispose of the mess in. Brick inspected the equipment in the kitchen and soon realized they were going to need more than just the pan from his house if they wanted to make the bungeoppang.

After a few lazy hours of watching television, Jules headed over with Brick’s keys and a list, and Brick got to work prepping for the bungeoppang.

He could almost forget that Jules was leaving tonight to go after someone for stealing from his gay mafia family.

Almost.

Jules came back with the pan, a sifter, and something else tucked under his arm that he wouldn’t let Brick see. He told Brick that it was for later and ordered him not to peek. He even made Brick close his eyes so he wouldn’t see where he was hiding it.

The sound of the kitchen cabinet opening nearby was obvious, but Brick was going to behave. If he had to guess, it was probably something from his bedside table. The thought ignited the heat that had been slowly brewing all day, and his cock twitched in his jeans as he sifted the flour for the pastries.

Now that Brick had the pan and everything else he needed to make the bungeoppang, Jules was too excited about trying it for Brick to wait. It was just too cute how excited Jules was, and Brick was happy to cook for him again.

Jules poured them drinks, the same whiskey they’d shared the other night, and he stood close, watching everything Brick was doing. “Whatcha doin’ with that sifter thingie?”

“Sifting,” Brick teased.

“Smartass. Why do you sift it?”

“To break up lumps,” Brick replied, pausing to sip his drink. “It helps make a more consistent batter. You also get a more accurate measurement. Some people say it’s not necessary but, well, if my mother knew I didn’t sift my flour? I think she might disown me.”

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