Page 94 of Knock Knock

“I gotta go. Dad’s home and he’ll wanna know where I am,” Evan said, standing. “Can you hold on to these? If my dad sees them…”

I took the container from him, hating that I had to watch him go home to that man. “I’ll guard them from Xavi.”

Evan didn’t say anything, but he backed away with a smirk on his face, leaving our yard. Then he threw his middle fingers up at me, I did the same, and everything felt good.

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We should have pickedsomething easier. Had no idea what sauté meant, couldn’t find the ¼ measuring cup, and wasn’t even sure if we had olive oil.

“This’ll work,” Xavi said, putting a glob of margarine into the frying pan. “It’s oily. Same thing, right?”

“I think we need to turn the burner on for it to melt,” I reminded him.

“Right.” He turned it on, and then we both stared at the recipe to see what heat level it needed to be. “Devon wasn’t far off with the toaster thing.”

“We can do better than Devon.”Medium heat. There we go.“Don’t ever tell him we struggled with this so bad.”

This was a far cry from our usual cooking experiences. Hot dogs, burgers, anything microwavable, soup from a can, or anything from a can really, and pasta. If we wanted to eat a vegetable, we boiled it or ate it raw. This was…cooking. A real meal. Because Xavi’s mom wasn’t feeling good during her sobriety. She was getting used to the mental aspects of coping, and feeling pretty drained about it. She’d gone back to work yesterday, though, so tonight, we were cooking Friday dinner. Karen picked the recipe, but she couldn’t come because her mom was visiting again.So nice for her!

As we fucked up the meal and worked together in the kitchen, I breathed deeply. This life, and all it entailed, was everything.

“Do I look sexy like this?” Xavi asked, tattooed knuckles with my name on them wrapped around the handle of a wooden spoon. “All domesticated and shit?” No shirt. No socks. Cut off sweatshorts. Messy dark hair. “Is my ‘husband look’ a hot one?”

Oh, it was definitely making my dick hard, but… “Husband?”

Xavi smirked. “I’m gonna make you fake marry me outside one day, baby. Then I’ll bully you into getting our names on your knuckles, and when all that’s said and done, and you’ve fucked me hard to seal the deal, I’ll call you my husband and fight anyone who claims it isn’t real.”

Holy shit, I loved him. “But why a fake marriage?”

“Real to us, just not by law. You said you never wanted to get married, and I kind of like the idea of it only being real to us.”

I tugged on the front of his shorts. “You fake asking me to marry you?”

“Mhm,” he hummed against my jaw. “Are you saying fake yes?”

“Fake yes,” I whispered. “Are you gonna make our fake engagement swoony?”

“So fake swoony,” he agreed. “I’ll even fake court you before I fake ask.”

“This isn’t you fake asking?”

“This is me teasing my fake question.” Xavi tilted my chin while the margarine started to bubble in the frying pan. “You know what’s not fake?”

“What?”

“Everything we have. Everything we are. Our love. And I’ll prove that to you forever. Nothing fake about it. Because I for reals love ya with all I’ve got, Nathan Neegan. So glad you perved on me for a year.”

From feeling like jokes to… this, there was nothing fake about it. “I’ll perv on you forever because that’s my love language.”

“And smoking cessation,” Xavi added.

“Don’t make a thing of it.”

“Shut me up,” he dared. He glanced at the time on the stove, turned the burner down, and sank to his knees. “Better stir in those vegetables, daredevil. Can you multitask? Cooking and sucking.”

I dumped the bowl of cut up veggies into the hot buttery pan, and then Xavi’s lips were wrapped around my cock, and I might have forgotten to stir them a bit. When I forgot a lot, he spun me around, put the spoon in my hand, and bent me over the stove. When his tongue hit my ass and his fingers pressed inside me, I just turned the burner right off.

“Ah, fuck me. Right now. We have like twenty minutes.” I reached back, pulling his shorts down to pool with mine. “Xavi.”

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