Let's Sit Back and Watch the Bed Burn |Virgato|

Chapter 7

Headlights flash into the kitchen, the rain hitting against the window being illuminated as Joel pulled his car into the garage. Chris looks up from where he's chopping the vegetables for dinner, a smug grin on his face because he knows it's Joel. He scoops the veggies into the boiling pot and turns the stove down to simmer, lid on the pot before walking over to the oven and pulling out the pot roast.

After his meltdown that morning, Chris had decided that in order to get rid of his lying, traitor husband, he'd have to be tactful and sneaky. He wasn't too sure on what Kolm taught over at his agency, but he's pretty sure Joel is a lot more clever than he lets on. Plus, Chris can't wait to see his husband squirm as he gathers to the dinner table and tries to act like he's nothing but a regular guy. Chris wasn't going to let him go without knowing that he knew the truth. What would be the fun in that?

This was one of the reasons not to get on Christopher Velez's bad side, he was vindictive.

"Hey, baby," Joel calls into the kitchen, smiling at him from where he stands by the stove. Joel strides over to him and pecks his lips gently, almost making Chris crumble again. It's hard to act tough and forget about the lies when he's always been weak for his husband's kiss. "I smell pot roast. You only make that on special days."

Chris hums, checking the vegetables before turning the stove off and dumping them into the strainer in the sink. "Tonight is a special occasion, baby. I have something to tell you that's pretty special." He grabs a carrot from the strainer and pops it into his mouth, chewing slowly before grabbing one of the wine bottles from the cooler by the fridge. "Wine?"

His husband grins, "Pot roast and a glass of wine? This must be really good news, baby." Joel grabs a couple of wine glasses before heading into the dining room, Christohper's heart thudding in his chest as he walks away. He hates how weak Joel makes him, how much he just wants to forget this entire thing and just live with the fact that his husband works for a rival agency.

He wishes it were that simple.

He joins Joel in the dining room, his husband already having poured the wine into their glasses before coming towards him and handing him his glass. "To whatever good news you have to give," Joel toasts, clinking their glasses together before taking a sip. Chris hesitates for a moment before doing the same, placing the glass at his side of the table and sitting down. Joel sits across from him at the large table, taking his coat off and draping it over the back of the chair. "Sorry again about me having to go into work today. Erick is practically lost without me there."

Chris laughs lightly, stabbing a piece of roast with his fork and stuffing it into his mouth. "That's alright, but you have to know that you are going to have to do a lot to make it up to me." He sends a suggestive wink towards his husband, making Joel smirk.

"I plan to," Joel tells him before scooping up some vegetables. "So, what is the news you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh!" Chris says, swallowing the roast in his mouth before continuing. "You know how I've been telling you about that one firm that keeps double booking with us whenever we are working with a company?" Off of Joel's nod, Chris smirks, "Well, we finally figured out which firm that was. They are having me handle it, and if I do, I might get a bonus."

He notices Joel's confident demeanor flatten, and he can't help but smile at the sight. "That's great, baby. I'm happy for you." It sounds forced; his cover is slipping.

The rest of the dinner is uneventful, full of silence mostly. Chris watches Joel closely throughout the entire dinner, noticing his husband's uncomfortable positioning and his eyes have been wandering around the room like crazy. He's probably searching for an exit or trying to remember where he stashed every single one of his weapons just in case Chris tries something.