I feel him settle down next to me, and as usual I naturally gravitate towards him. I almost forget we have company, and lean into his arm. "So," He says, blowing a strand of gold from his face "How are you and Becca doing?"
Kyle's face turns sour. "Eh, you know women. Bitch, bitch, bitch. She thinks I'm not pushing hard enough for a promotion."
I smile with sympathy for my friend. Kenny just laughs like an idiot. "Yeah, Stanny-boy here's the same." He chuckles, giving me a push on the arm. I flush and push back, harder. "I do not nag at you!"
"Yeah you do. 'Ken, do the washing!', 'Ken, take out the trash', 'Ken, give me a blowjob'" He mimics, whiny voiced. Him and Kyle laugh, leaving me to fluster.
After dinner, when Kyle leaves, I feel hands around me while I wash up. I ignore the person, even though nearly every cell in my body says to lean into him. "Now we're alone..." He murmurs into my ear, making me shiver delightfully. I shrug him off and walk away, leaving the dishes half done.
"Aw, c'mon Stan! What is it?" He groans, following me.
"I don't bitch." I mutter pathetically, not really wanting to show how much it offended me. He sighs, and approaches to hug me. "I know, I was joking. I'm sorry, okay?"
"How sorry?" I ask, milking it with a pout.
He purses his lips before grinning. "So sorry that I'll even let you top for tonight."
Well, that's certainly very sorry.
A predatory growl rumbles from my chest and I heave him over my shoulder, heading straight for the bedroom. Effectively forgetting the washing up for three more hours.