Putting the brownies down on the counter, he started getting plates out and setting the table. Brent laughed and walked over to the fridge. When he brought out the salad, Calen couldn’t help but tease. Leaning over to look into the bowl, he gave Brent a concerned look. “Did you burn it?”
“That was one time! And it wasn’t burned. It was supposed to be a charred salad!” Stomping over to the table, he set the bowl down hard.
Laughing, Calen came up behind him, pressing close. “I liked your salad.” Leaning next to Brent’s ear, he whispered low. “I like everything you make.”
Feeling the shiver that raced through the sexy sub had his own need rising. Why hadn’t he seen this before?
Brent’s breathless reply had Calen even harder. “Thank you.”
Wrapping his arms around Brent, only so he could put the silverware on the table, of course, Calen let Brent hear his desire, dropping his voice and letting the heat flow through his words. “So polite. I can’t wait to see what else you’ll thank me for tonight.”
Brent tried to hide his low moan, but didn’t do a great job of it. Calen couldn’t decide if it was on purpose or if Brent was that affected. “Calen. I can’t think…”
“I don’t want you to. I have a feeling we’ve both been doing too much of that lately. You are going to relax tonight. We’ll think and talk tomorrow. Can you do that for me?” Even to Calen, his voice sounded gravelly and rough. Not that he was trying to disguise his desire.
No, he wanted his intentions to be crystal clear.
Hesitantly, Brent leaned back until he was relaxing in Calen’s arms, not just standing awkwardly. “So this is…you want to…I mean, this is a real date?”
Calen tried not to smile as Brent stumbled through his question. “A very real first date. Is that okay with you? I’ve been thinking about you lately.”
Brent nodded. “Ever since that night.”
“That night…God, seeing you like that.” Calen let his lips graze Brent’s ear as he whispered. “You were so sexy. Kneeling there, with your chest bare, legs spread…you didn’t even realize how incredible you looked.”
Brent didn’t even try to hide his moan that time. “I never really thought about you as a Dom before. You were always my friend but something about that…”
Calen finished the sentence for him. “Was perfect.”
His sexy sub nodded. “Perfect.”
“You’re my friend, but I’m hoping you want more. I would love to have you kneel for me again.”
Brent didn’t even pause to think. “Yes. Again. More.”
Calen chuckled, making Brent shiver again. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?” Brent’s voice was higher pitched than normal. Calen could see he was struggling to think.
So of course, Calen had to push him even further. Tilting his hips so that his cock would graze Brent’s ass, he flicked his tongue around the sensitive shell of Brent’s ear. “Anything.”
Brent tilted his head, giving Calen better access, and whimpered. It was the sexiest sound, needy and pleading. Calen let his teeth graze Brent’s ear, biting down gently. “I can’t wait to hear what you’re imagining. Such a sexy submissive has to have naughty fantasies. But right now, dinner is getting cold.”
Biting down again, to hear the beautiful music of his moan, Calen chuckled and rubbed his cock against Brent’s sexy ass one last time before stepping away. “Food. Remember?”
“Yes, dinner. Food. You brought food.” Brent straightened up and took a deep breath. Looking around confusedly, he questioned, “What was I doing?”
Calen laughed and gave Brent’s bottom a swat just to watch him jump and blush. “You were sitting down. I’ll get everything ready.”
With a sexy smile, Brent went around the table to sit down. “Yes, Sir.”
Walking over to the fridge to grab some bottles of water, Calen gave Brent a smile. “I like how that sounds coming from you.”
“I thought it would feel weirder.” Brent looked like his brain was starting to clear. “But it didn’t. Why is that? I mean, I’ve always thought you were attractive, but you were just part of our group ever since you met Garrett.”
Calen shrugged. “Maybe we weren’t ready to see anything before. I guess, to me, you were my friend and you don’t notice friends that way. Maybe it would have happened sooner but I’ve never seen you kneel for someone else. When I saw anybody in the group at the club with a Dom or sub, I’ve always tried to give them their space. Seeing you kneeling for me, even though we weren’t in a scene and it was just to get people to leave us alone, it flipped some kind of switch in me.”
“Me too. It seemed odd for a minute but once I was in front of you like that…” he paused. “I guess it just felt right.”
