"Hey Gin?" Pyre called as he stepped into the guy's room.

To his surprise, he wasn't there.

He hadn't mentioned that he was going anywhere...

Turning, he scratched at the side of his head for a moment before walking back into the living room. The kitchen had been cleaned spotless and all of the salvageable containers put away. The dishes that had been sitting in the sink from a couple days ago were also hand-washed and drying on their designated rack.

Fuck, he's going to be my wife.

He frowned at the thought, shaking it from his head. It was rude to consider someone in such a way just because of their house-keeping skills.

He's going to be my second husband.

Feeling much better about that deduction, Pyre got himself a glass of water and leaned against the counter as he slowly sipped at it. He'd actually gotten a call from his mother right after Fen had left to go to the orthodontist earlier that morning. Normally, that phone call was his one lifeline. The reason that he stayed in this world as long as he did... and yet, he had allowed it to go to voicemail.

He considered calling her back, but right as his thumb reached up to hover over the home button to unlock the screen, he saw a text come through that completely redirected his attention.

Quickly downing the remainder of his water, he set the cup next to the sink, intent on reusing it later, then hurried to the elevator. Instead of descending, he pressed the up button. In no time at all he was stepping out through the double doors and into Fen's gym.

His eyes made a quick sweep around the area before he noticed Gin perched on one of the highest platforms. He couldn't help but feel proud, since the guy had struggled on some of the lower equipment previously. He'd seen him sneak up to the gym a few times during the past week, though, and it was clearly paying off.

Good job, he thought to him as he started forward, removing his shirt in the process. He knew that he was going to get quite sweaty, so there was no reason to soak it. Just the thought of what could happen made him drop the clothing without a care and hurry toward the first obstacle.

He cleared it in no time, loving the feeling of eyes on him the entire time. The second one was completed almost as quickly as it had been started, giving him a good warm up as he turned to the third obstacle. The rope climb took a bit more effort, and he might have gotten a bit distracted and let his grip slip a tiny bit when he noticed that Gin was missing his shirt, too.

Damn I want to lick.

Gin definitely heard his thought, because the guy quickly looked away, his blush becoming visible even from such a distance. The guy had invited him up there to work out, but there was plenty of space to read between those lines.

He knew that Gin definitely wasn't up to his level of perversion, but those words...

Pushing himself faster, Pyre scaled another two obstacles before finding himself in front of the final balancing one that would bring them together. He was panting by that time, his eyes completely locked on Gin even as he stepped up onto the beam.

The closer he got, the more Gin refused to meet his eyes. It was fucking adorable, but he also wanted his man to look at him. It would be something they could work on, after he devoured his mouth and touched a few naughty places.

"W-we should just work on the eyes thing first," Gin said as Pyre finally stepped off of the balancing beam and onto the platform.

As much as he wanted to just tackle the man, he knew that he had to tone it down a bit. Sure, they had done the deed in the past, but that was many years ago. So, cleaning up his dirty thoughts just a tad, Pyre sat down in front of Gin with a smile that probably bordered on sweet... with a good bit of naughty mixed in.

When Gin realized that he wasn't going to get jumped right away, he seemed to relax and lift his eyes back to Pyre's.

I've missed looking into those chocolate beauties.

"I... I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with this situation," Gin eventually said, making a few suggestions quickly come to Pyre's mind that he had to shove away before he let them slip out of his mouth.

He was doing his best to behave, but Gin wasn't making it easy as he nibbled at his lower lip nervously.

It seems like the guy caught that thought somehow, because he quickly stopped, making Pyre frown. After a few moments of contemplation, he reached up and gently grasped the guy's jaw, settling his thumb on that little nibbled area of his lip.

The action had Gin freezing in place, his eyes wide with worry. Instead of withdrawing his hand, however, Pyre let it stay there but made sure to relax the rest of his body as he calmly, slowly, lowered his own eyes.

He could sense Gin's confusion build almost to the point of panic, but then, after a few quiet minutes, he took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Then he did it again, before finally, a third time.

That's it. You can relax around me. I'm not going to eat you every time.

He heard the guy try to stifle a chuckle, but it had been useless. The sound drew Pyre's eyes upward again, as well as the edges of his lips. Looking at Gin's face now, he could tell that he'd finally managed to calm himself down. He was even smiling with both his mouth and his eyes as he slowly turned his head the slightest amount to press a kiss to Pyre's thumb.

When Gin lowered his head a little more Pyre carefully took his chance and slid his finger between Gin's lips. To his surprise, Gin's tongue met the tip of it as it entered his mouth, but then it quickly withdrew. Thankfully, the guy didn't lean away, nor did he try to remove his finger. So, Pyre gave him another few moments to move, but when he didn't, he pressed his thumb farther into his mouth, eventually finding Gin's withdrawn tongue.

"Lick me," Pyre requested quietly, his voice the slightest bit raspy as he leaned closer, his left hand settling on, and gripping, Gin's crossed right left.

The man hesitated for only a moment before he did as asked, his tongue cautious but determined to complete the task. Pyre waited until Gin's tongue retreated again, the guy's face burning like the sun after having done such a thing, before he leaned in closer. He waited a few inches away from his target, and when Gin still didn't lean away or tell him to stop, he finished closing the distance between their mouths.

The kiss grew heated right away, and surprisingly, it was Gin who, after finding his footing against Pyre's aggressive mouth, took control of the situation. Not that Pyre didn't try, but there was no stopping Gin when he was determined, and considering their difference in size and strength, the guy easily had Pyre pinned on his back in a matter of seconds.

Gin had definitely improved his skills since they'd had their little tryst during high school, too. Pyre was struggling just to keep up as the guy easily subdued his tongue with his own, pinned his arms over his head with one hand, and dug strong fingers into his hair.

They kissed until their mouths hurt, only stopping to catch their breath as Pyre's phone chimed with a text message from Fen. He considered answering it, but at the same time he was going to voice that idea, Gin lifted himself off of him the slightest amount, then leaned down to begin licking and sucking at his neck.

I'm sorry Fen, you'll have to wait your turn.

There was no way in hell he was going to pass up Gin's mouth on any part of himself. He squirmed a little when the guy found a sensitive spot, but there was really nowhere to go, since part of his hair was already hanging off the edge of the platform, along with his left foot on the opposite side.

His mind began to blur as Gin moved slowly down his neck, then started working on leaving marks along his chest as the hand that had been gripping Pyre's hair withdrew to reposition itself on his bare waist.

Damn it feels so good.

He was more than ready to get to the final part, but there was no way in hell he'd push Gin to hurry up. The guy was clearly enjoying himself, and so was he. The humping-like-bunnies could wait... at least for a little while.

When Gin gave out an impressive groan Pyre squirmed again, wanting to grab at the guy, but he refused to release his wrists.

You can only go so low before you have to let me go...

Just the thought of what he would do the second his hands were free again made Pyre lick his bruised lips. He could tell that Gin was already getting close to that distance, but the guy was being stubborn and, instead of just releasing him so that he could go lower, he just continued making marks around Pyre's midsection.

By the time Gin finally lifted his head to catch his breath, Pyre was just about ready to explode... in more ways than one.

Please tell me you brought a condom up here with you.

Of course, he highly doubted that he had. Just doing what he was right then was a huge step for the guy. He doubted that he'd planned ahead enough to consider bringing protection... or really, getting as far as needing to use it in general.

He could sense Gin's hesitation and nervousness quickly returning, but their connection was cut off abruptly when Gin's phone alarm began going off.

Huh?

The guy quickly moved off of him and sat to the side, picking up his phone to silence the obnoxious sound. Pyre hoped that he'd put it down, then turn right back around to finish what they'd started, but instead, Gin smiled at him with a face as red as a cherry and held up his phone.

"The fish sticks are done."

The... what?

Seemingly noticing his dumbfounded look, Gin quickly pressed a few buttons on his phone, then held it up for him to see.

"I texted you earlier..." he said, his voice becoming a little more quiet.

He remembered the text. It had said that he wanted to play around on the gym equipment. Except, when Pyre read the remaining message, the part that he had evidently completely skipped over after the important part was cemented into his brain, he realized what Gin was talking about.

You wanted to play around... until the fish sticks were done cooking in the oven.

Pyre felt his entire body deflate, including a certain item that he swore was going to finally get some attention. Of course, he shouldn't feel upset, because honestly, he hadn't expected Gin to let him do what he had... and the response the guy gave him?

So hot...

"Come on, let's head down and eat. I think Fen is also going to be home from his appointment soon, too," Gin said as he nonchalantly jumped down from the platform into the foam pit below.

Sticking his tongue out down at the guy, Pyre shook his head and retrieved his own phone from his pocket to check and see what Fen had texted him previously.

Mine: I'm back from my appointment and took the fish sticks out of the oven. Are you with Gin?

I was, very much so.

He paused for a moment, realizing that if he had checked his phone, Gin might not have jumped down to go get the fish sticks out of the oven.

"Argh!"

Grinning like the idiot that he was, Pyre gave up and hopped down from the platform, too, then waded through the foam until he could climb out. It was no surprise that Gin was already gone, but he didn't mind. He probably needed a few minutes to decompress and rinse off.

He picked up his discarded shirt on the way to the elevator, but swung it over his shoulder instead of bothering to put it on. He wasn't embarrassed at all to let Fen see Gin's artwork.

Perhaps next time, there would be two mouths on him instead of one.

Mm, one can dream.