Kellen kept adjusting the edge of the apron, embarrassed. He really, really hoped that Rhys came home alone.
It wasn’t as if Rhys had ever come home with someone else before, not without letting Kellen know that beforehand, but today? Today was the day that he really hoped that didn’t happen.
With Kellen being as nervous and embarrassed that he was, he had started working away cooking in the kitchen. He was a lot awkward about the breeze, but he did his best to not pay attention to it.
Instead, he fell into the old habits of making dough, rolling out balls, and the smell of cookies filling the air. It was therapeutic, and Kellen realised as soon as he started cooking to calm himself down that it had been a while since he’d allotted himself the time to do this. He just thought that because Rhys was so busy into the evenings that he wouldn’t want a home cooked meal, or that he would have already eaten.
He’d been silly to limit himself to what he could just do for Rhys. He was allowed to bake for just himself. He could also reach out to his Dad during this time and they could cook together. It might even help him get through this time of grief for him. Kellen knew that he was feeling better as he rolled out the next set of cookies, getting them ready for when the two trays he had in the oven were done.
Kellen had his back to the door, working away rolling out cookies on the island when he heard the lock in the door turn.
"Hello? Sugar? Are you downstairs? It smells amaz-" Rhys stopped speaking as Kellen turned to look at him over his shoulder with a smile.
Rhys had frozen in the doorway, his jaw dropped, his hands slack at his side. The door was hitting against his side as he took in the image before him.
Kellen was wearing the frilly, girly maid apron that Rhys had bought. He hadn’t felt as confident wearing the black one, given what was implied. He felt he could get away with the maid apron if Rhys didn’t take it well.
Given Rhys looked like he was about to drool, Kellen didn’t think he had to worry about it. Kellen swallowed, before he turned towards the sink, washing his hands before drying them on the apron, as intended. He felt Rhys’ eyes on the skin he exposed as he raised up his apron to dry his hands, and Kellen flushed.
"Hello Rhys. Welcome back." Kellen said nervously. Rhys realised that the door was still open, and with a quick flourish, he slammed the door closed and locked it.
"What were you thinking waiting in the kitchen? What if I had brought someone else home with me?" Rhys asked, his thoughts oddly aligned with Kellen’s. Kellen chuckled as the man quickly kicked off his shoes, moving towards Kellen quickly, but halting himself before him. He was scanning Kellen from head to toe.
Taking in Kellen’s bare shoulders save for the straps of the apron, his muscles, his thighs, knees, and the fact that despite everything, Kellen was still wearing his indoor slippers. Rhys’ lips twitched slightly at that.
"Well then, depending on the angle, they would get a nice view of my ass." Kellen told him, maybe a little cheekily and Rhys groaned. He reached out, gently cupping Kellen’s face with his left hand.
"That’s my ass. They shouldn’t get a free peep show." He muttered darkly and Kellen laughed.
"Who said it was free? You only get to see it for free because you’re you, Rhys." Kellen told him, affection welling up from deep inside of him. It filled his chest, making it hard to breathe. "I washed my hands." Kellen told him. "But we need to remain downstairs until the timer goes off." Kellen licked his lips and watched as Rhys stared at his mouth.
Kellen glanced behind him at the timer.
"We’ve got about 6 minutes." Kellen told the man as his eyes brightened. Kellen held out his arms slowly. "Can I get that kiss now?" Kellen asked and Rhys groaned.
"Fuck. Only six minutes? Are you trying to kill me?" He complained, loudly, but didn’t ignore Kellen’s arms. Instead, he leaned into Kellen’s touch, letting the man wrap his arms around his neck while Rhys’ hands slid to Kellen’s bare ass. He gripped it, giving it a squeeze as Kellen chuckled, moving to kiss Rhys.
Rhys had no reason to refuse Kellen’s kiss, and soon, Kellen found his ass gripped tighter as Rhys nudged him.
"Wrap your legs around my waist." Rhys murmured against Kellen’s lips and Kellen did as instructed, rewarded as Rhys pressed him against the wall, supporting him as he kissed Kellen with teasing, light kisses that had Kellen letting out soft moans while rubbing his crotch against Rhys’.
"Deeper." Kellen demanded, and Rhys chuckled.
"No. The timer, sugar. Someone needs to keep an eye on it, and you handed that duty over to me as soon as I walked into the house. Especially when you got all dressed up for me. Fuck. You’re so damn sexy. It looks so good on you." Rhys’ words were intoxicating, getting Kellen even more worked up.
Did he want to talk to him? Yes. But he also wanted the man’s hands on his body, in his body. Kellen wasn’t even afraid if Rhys wanted to go the whole way tonight. He just wanted to feel his skin on his, their bodies pressed together as they felt pleasure together. He just wanted this handsome man to have his hands all over him, touching him, squeezing him.
The timer went off and Kellen felt relief filling his body. Rhys didn’t stop kissing him, but the timer turned off, the oven door slammed open and the trays were lifted out and onto the metal trays Kellen had laid out ahead of time. Kellen’s eyes went wide as he saw it out of the corner of his eyes. He pulled his lips away from Rhys’ but the other man just continued kissing his skin. Kellen shuddered as the man sucked on his throat.
"That’s hot." Kellen muttered and Rhys paused what he was doing to laugh.
"Yeah? That was hot?" Rhys asked and Kellen turned to meet his gaze. He nodded.
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