So just pull the trigger.

25. Do you think that I need a drink?

It had been a long while since Jami had felt as happy. After they had made up and gotten back together Ivo started to pay more attention to him. It felt like they had gotten back to the relationship that they had shared in the beginning.

When he was cooking breakfast, Ivo could sneak up behind him and wrap his strong arms around him. The man would kiss his neck all over so that it made Jami snicker with excitement.

"It is of course wonderful and stuff that you're back together... But... could you please try to tone it down, just for a bit?" Dima grumbled one morning when he walked into the kitchen, looking visibly exhausted.

"I'm sorry. I guess we should have kept it quieter last night." Ivo grinned and Dima gave his brother a spiteful glare.

"Earplugs were my only salvation from receiving a lifetime of trauma," Dima concluded and Jami couldn't help but blush from embarrassment. He offered an apologetic smile to the younger man before quickly turning his attention back to the task of frying eggs in the pan. 

"Well now, you're just exaggerating!" Ivo chuckled and couldn't resist slapping his boyfriend's ass while passing him. A gesture that caused Jami to let out a rather unmanly shriek, quickly followed by Dima's heavy sigh.

"Now I can see why Joni and Misha wanted their place," Dima commented and poured a cup of coffee for himself.

"Hey, they were just as bad as us! Or maybe even worse!" Jami defended. "And that bed of theirs made an awful racked," he added just as Dima sat in front of the table.

Dima began to hum and brought his hands to his ears to show his opinion of the conversation. "I don't want to hear more!" He added and reached for the newspaper. "Thank God I didn't live here then."

"You're just jealous," Ivo teased. He sat opposite his brother holding a coffee cup between his hands. Dima only gave him another spiteful glare.

Soon Jami served them both toast and eggs. Again Ivo couldn't resist himself and pulled his partner onto his lap. "My little wife serving here, looking so sexy..." Ivo whispered into Jami's ear.

"I am not a wife!" Jami corrected giggling.

"Little hubby then... My sweetheart..." Ivo grinned. Dima gave the couple another poisonous stare before he folded the newspaper and picked it up to carry under his arm. Then he picked up his coffee cup and his plate.

"I think I should eat in my room before I start feeling sick," he grumbled.

"You should call that Eva or something. You are starting to remind me of Misha when he was your age, and that is worrying!" Ivo called after his brother who was already walking away. If Dima had one of his hands-frees he would have shown Ivo his middle finger.

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After getting home from work on Saturday Joni met with Dima. They went to have an early dinner at a Chinese restaurant, which was located near the gym where Joni worked.

"I heard that Jami and Ivo made up," Joni started the conversation while they waited for their food to arrive. He felt relieved for them both because despite their differences he felt they made each other happy. Perhaps now they would learn to communicate better, as he and Misha had.

"Hmh... they sure did," Dima sighed and took a sip of his beer. Joni gazed at his friend with a questioning eye, sensing something off in his tone that didn't suit his normally so good-natured persona. "Don't get me wrong. I'm happy for them, I am! But their make-up has led to very loud activity that I wouldn't care to listen to while I'm trying to sleep. Imagine if you'd hear your dad and stepmom doing it, then you know how awkward it makes me feel."