Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4 (MxM)

Force of Nature

Quinn stood back in a darkened alcove and watched as Air, oblivious to his audience, weighed up the options in the extremely important decision of which pasta in the grocery store refrigerator would be best to have with their dinner. He gave Quinn a sideways glance now and then, fully aware of where he was.

The young human females who eyed him as hungrily as he was eyeing the pasta sighed in unison when Air worried his bottom lip with his human glamoured teeth. How could Quinn blame them, though, when that small action did the things it did to him, too? Even in his human form, Air was perfection.

He glanced sideways again and smirked.

"Are you going to help me choose, or just stand there ogling me for a while longer?" he said in Italian, their preferred language when in public in the human world and wanting what they said to remain relatively private.

Quinn sighed too, and broke his cover, adjusting his sunglasses and sauntering over to stand behind Air. He reached around him to grab one of the packs Air had been looking at, dumping it into the half full shopping cart and leaning down to nip his earlobe. He felt the eyes of the group of females boring into him and he gave them the finger without looking at them, just to fuck with them. Their giggles and chatter receded as they caught on and wandered off down another aisle, hoping to find the next unsuspecting half-decent looking male.

"Any pasta is fine, Air. It all tastes the same."

Air gasped in horror.

"Sacrilege! Secondo would have your balls for saying that!" he hissed, amusement burning in his eyes when he turned to face Quinn. "And that was mean. They were only appreciating the view," Air teased.

Huh. So he was fully aware of his audience, then. Quinn shrugged.

"They stared for too long. They're lucky I didn't bite them."

Air laughed, and Quinn found himself smiling at the sound.

"They'd probably enjoy that if the way they checked you out as well was anything to go by." He tapped the end of Quinn's nose gently with his fingertip. "Those sunglasses are super hot, by the way," he murmured.

Quinn's sight had fully returned since his time at the infirmary, but the whites of his eyes were still red and bloodshot and a little gritty. Bright lights irritated them, so he'd taken to wearing the sunglasses during the daytime to help. Air wasn't complaining in the slightest. He'd personally chosen the aviators for him a few years ago and was definitely happy they were getting some use, even under these circumstances.

"We need more vegetables," Quinn stated, eyeing the cart and the amount of snacks Air had picked up so far. Pringles, chocolate, cakes, sweets, popcorn... All Air's favourites, but not much in the way of actual food. "You've barely got enough for two meals worth there."

They were stocking up for their trip in the nearest town to the beach house the pack had rented for them. Quinn didn't know why Air hadn't just ordered the food to be delivered there. He'd claimed to want the authentic human experience, but Quinn couldn't fathom why.

Air cast his eyes over the groceries he'd selected so far.

"I guess you're right. Although, I don't plan on being a slave to the kitchen every night. This is our honeymoon." He got that mischievous glint in his eyes. "A slave in the kitchen, maybe. We shall see."

Quinn snorted and added another bag of pasta to the cart. A different shape. Linguini. Made from the same ingredients as the fusilli. Exactly the same.

"More meat. More vegetables. More food," Quinn said.