"Are you ready for breakfast?" Pepe asked, giving Matt another kiss on the forehead.
"I already had my breakfast," Matt smirked, patting his stomach. Pepe laughed and grabbed Matt's hand, leading him out of the bedroom and down the hall into a dining room. Pepe pulled out a chair. "Sit."
Matt did as was instructed. Pepe took a seat next to him. Pepe clapped his hands and the doors to the kitchen opened. A little guy wearing a chef hat came out carrying trays. "Sir, I have made your favorite," the little man said, putting the plates on the table. His nails were very long, almost wolverine like. Matt liked them.
"Thank you," Pepe said, "Matt, this is Jarmour. Jarmour, this is Matt. Jarmour cooks us food. His specialty is these delicious eggs."
Jarmour giggled. "Thank you, sir." He turned to Matt and pulled a napkin out of his sleeve. "For your eating convenience," he said, bending down to tuck the napkin into Matt's lap. Matt swallowed hard as he felt Jarmour's sexy wolverine nails in his lap. After what seemed like forever, Jarmour withdrew his hand. "Let me know if you need anything else," he said. Jarmour turned his head slightly so Pepe couldn't see and winked at Matt. Matt blushed slightly, remembering the feeling of Jarmour's hands in his lap fussing with the napkin. Jarmour giggled again and left for the kitchen.
"Dig in," Pepe said, unaware of what had gone on between his cook and his boy. Matt started eating. Pepe was right. The eggs were delicious. Pepe and Matt finished quickly.
"Matt," Pepe said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Matt noted that Jarmour hadn't tucked Pepe's napkin in. "I need to go out for business. I'll see you tonight. Is that okay?"
Matt nodded. Pepe leaned in for a kiss, then left the dining room.
Matt sat at the table for a bit, deep in thought. He was having sex with a frog. What was he doing? Was this God's plan for him? Lost in his mind, Matt didn't notice Jarmour come up behind him.
"Hello," Jarmour said, his voice syrupy and sweet. He trailed his wolverine nails across Matt's neck, sending shivers down his spine. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Matt shook his head, suddenly nervous to be alone in the room with Jarmour.
Somehow Jarmour ended up in Matt's lap, his mouth inches from Matt's. "Are you sure?" he whispered, leaning in closer, "Pepe says I'm pretty helpful around the house."
Matt couldn't help himself. Those nails... They were so sexy. He brought his lips to Jarmour's and kissed him. Jarmour laughed and kissed him back, his wolverine nails raking down Matt's back. Jarmour bent down a little and kissed Matt's neck, biting and sucking.
Matt gasped and threw Jarmour off him.
"Idiot!" he screamed, touching his neck. It was tender. He grabbed a spoon and looked at his neck in the reflection. Jarmour had left a hickey. It was almost black. Matt screamed again. "How do I explain this to Pepe?"
Jarmour shrugged. "Your problem," he said, "Have fun!" He walked back to the kitchen, laughing as he went.
Matt groaned. He knew he shouldn't have wavered in his devotion to Pepe. He had lost his self control for only a few seconds, and now he was going to have to pay for it.
