YOURS // Les Twins {Sequel to MINE}

14 - Power Play

Laurent: Meet me at the new house when you're done.

Larry stood on the sidewalk, staring at his phone in confusion.

It was Saturday, and they'd gone their separate ways to run errands, each with their own work fires to put out. It seemed they rarely got a full day off anymore, and Larry knew that wouldn't be improving anytime soon.

Larry: I should be there in 20.

As he climbed into his new BMW, which intentionally smelled like Laurent's cologne, his phone dinged again and he smiled at the display.

Laurent: Perfect. Love you.

Quickly returning the sentiment, Larry headed toward Santa Monica with music blasting, loving the drive but hating the cold, dreary weather. He thought about how different winter was for him now, though. The contrast between life on the cold, hard streets compared to the warm beauty of his destination...their new home.

After parking behind Laurent in front of the house, Larry looked at his phone in his hand and considered texting Laurent. Instead, he tried the door and found it unlocked.

As soon as he stepped into the foyer, he was assaulted by a mixture of scents in the air...a smile spreading across his face as he recognized flowers and food.

"Back here, baby," Laurent called out, and Larry followed his voice straight to the back of the house.

Laurent rounded a corner from the direction of the family room, but Larry's eyes were locked on the space in front of him.

Lit in a way that made the area seem separate from the rest of the house was a small table for two. It was set beautifully with the finest of everything, a silver-domed platter in the center. There were softly flickering candles and exotic flower arrangements scattered everywhere.

With a shake of his head, as though trying to clear away the remnants of a lingering dream, Larry asked, "What are we doing here, Lau? The contract can't be finalized yet. It'll take weeks..."

"This is true," Laurent conceded, offering a kiss hello. "But the current, soon-to-be former, owners aren't living here so I arranged for us to have a little time to ourselves. To...get a feel for it." He said it as though every mere mortal on Earth could make such impossible things happen with multi-million dollar homes.

The truth was that they needed this. They needed a little escape from their daily lives. And Larry would have preferred this to a fancy dinner out any day of the week. He didn't even know what that incredible smell was yet, but he was beyond happy. Still, he had to ask...

"Why? I mean, I'm grateful—"

Laurent silenced him with a kiss, this one lingering and full of promise.

"Because I wanted to. And because you deserve it."

"Thank you," Larry replied softly against Laurent's lips before capturing them again. "I love it."

"You don't even know what it is yet," Laurent chuckled as he headed for the table. He lifted the dome on the platter and set it aside, grinning as Larry cackled loudly. Because the platter was piled high with barbecue chicken nachos from his favorite little hole-in-the-wall Mexican place. He'd mentioned having a craving for that exact dish a few days before and then promptly forgotten all about it.

As they both took their seats and began to dig into the mountain of semi-Mexican goodness, Laurent added, "You might wanna save room. I've got sopapillas keeping warm in the oven."

Larry's shoulders dropped as he tilted his head, the living embodiment of the word awwww. "And ice cream?"

Laurent nodded, laughing softly. "Of course."