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“Fuckin’ great.” Jules chuckled, and his smile could have melted iron. “You’re incredible, baby.”

“I know. I’m a great catch, you know.” Brick cleared his throat. “Did your, uh, chat with your girlfriend go okay? I probably should have asked that before, uh, the dick sucking and all that.”

Jules snorted in laughter. “More than okay. She’s real happy for me. Said she kinda figured ’cause I like havin’ my asshole played with so much.”

Brick choked on air. “Okay, to be clear, enjoying anal doesn’t mean you’re into men—”

“I’m joking.” Jules cackled. “I mean, about her sayin’ that shit. I do actually like havin’ my asshole messed with.”

“Christ.”

“But she really is happy. She’s doin’ her thing with her lady, I got you, and that’s that.”

“So, wait, you’re breaking up?” Brick frowned. “I didn’t want you to do that.”

“It’s okay.” Jules smiled reassuringly. “She’s the most badass lady I know, but I ain’t ever gonna be enough for her. And that’s fine, but you know…” He paused. “It’d be nice to be enough for somebody for once. Maybe I can be enough for you.”

“Yeah.” Brick’s stomach fluttered. “I think so.”

“She totally wants to watch us fuck at least one time though.”

Brick laughed, but he stopped when he saw Jules wasn’t. “Wait, are you joking again?”

“Nope.”

While Brick explained his hesitations regarding exhibitionism, Jules cleaned them up before anything could dry and then helped Brick change out the sheets. Brick’s stomach rumbled, and he resolved to finish the delicious dinner he had started. They headed downstairs to the kitchen in just their underwear, and Brick got to work on cooking.

It was a little distracting with Jules glued to his side, but he didn’t mind. He loved how Jules’s strong arms swallowed him up, and the kisses were extremely addictive.

Once Brick restarted the broth and the eggs, it was just a matter of waiting for them to boil. Jules had ideas to pass the time, namely pawing at Brick’s ass and making out some more. Brick managed to pry himself away to peel the eggs and strain the broth, but he had Jules’s mouth on his neck while he mixed up the sauce, green onions, and tteokbokki into the broth.

He almost forgot the damn eggs.

When it was finally ready, they ate on the couch to watch a new episode of The Romance of Tiger and Rose, and Jules’s working theory now was that the main character was going to eventually wake up after having been in a coma for months and then get arrested for stalking the actor who played her love interest in the alternate world. They both had seconds, they laughed, they cuddled, and Brick’s worries had vanished.

After their cuddling turned into a steamy kiss, Brick’s only concern was getting Jules into bed again.

Back upstairs and down into the fresh sheets they went, and Jules pinned Brick down with a fierce kiss. He only came up for a quick breath and to pull off Brick’s underwear, and then he was right back on top of him.

Brick groaned happily, wrapping his legs around Jules’s hips as he sucked on his tongue. There was no doubt that they were going to fuck again, and Brick couldn’t wait. He hadn’t been this frantic for another person for so long. He wanted Jules in a way that he couldn’t explain, and it was as bewildering as it was hot, and he really wanted Jules to stick his—

There was an electronic chime in the distance, and then a loud thump. It was a door shutting, and it sounded like it had come from downstairs.

Instantly, Jules sat up and Brick scrambled back against the headboard, at attention as adrenaline surged through him. “The fuck was that?”

“Stay here.” Jules was on his feet and in his pants in a blink, moving cautiously toward the bedroom door. It was open halfway, and he pressed himself next to it, listening.

“Jules?” Brick jerked when he heard another thump followed by the very distinct sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. His heart stopped, and his blood turned to ice.

There was someone in his house.

Jules held his finger to his lips, his eyes meeting Brick’s.

Brick nodded weakly in reply, and he tried not to even breathe.

The silence was broken by those heavy footsteps, and Brick was doing everything he could not to go into a full-blown panic. He still had no idea where his gun was or any of the things he needed to make it work. Jules didn’t appear to be armed either, and Brick swallowed back a curse. He had several questions about why the alarm system hadn’t gone off since obviously someone had broken in.

But wait, had they even turned the damn thing on? Did they ever arm it?

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