The New Kid [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 4

“Crazy day.” Corey said crashing onto my couch.

“I know right. I’m proud of you though.” I said, taking a seat beside him. After the whole fiasco at his place, we had spent the afternoon just hanging out, getting to know each other more. I told him about my family, my dad and the house he left me while he told me about his parents and younger brother. His parents lived in Santa Fe. His father owns a small business in town and his mom helps. His younger brother was 16 at the time.

“Thanks. I’m proud of myself to be honest.”

“You should be. So what do you want for dinner? I can whip something up.” I asked.

“What can you make?”

“Pasta.” I said sheepishly. “Not really much of a cook. My mom and my dad were great cooks, which makes me certain that the ability to cook is not hereditary.”

“Well then chef, just call me your personal assistant.” Corey said, getting off the couch and kissing me on the lips. “Is that part of the job description?”

“Nope, but I’m not complaining if my employees go above and beyond.” I smiled and headed to the kitchen. I got out the pots and pans that were needed and all the ingredients, which basically consisted of a bottle of pasta sauce and a packet of instant spaghetti.

“You are such a good cook.” Corey said sarcastically, wrapping his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes and began boiling a pot of water. I then proceeded to get my pan heated up, Corey’s grip on my making it a lot more difficult moving around.

“You know I would be done sooner if I could move properly?” I said, taking out an onion and slicing it.

“Are you saying you aren’t enjoying it?”

“No but I would rather have my full dexterity when dealing with knives and fire.” I said, continuing to slice the onion.

“Okay, wouldn’t want my chef to get hurt now would I.” Corey said, finally releasing his hold on me. I immediately missed the heat of his body behind me but I knew I had to get this done. There would be more time later. By this time, the onion was starting to make my eyes sting and tear. “You know if you didn’t want me to actually let go you could have just said so, no need to be sad.” He smirked.

“You know you’ve got a lot of lip.” I said, pouring some oil into the pan before adding the onions. I blinked a few times for the stinging to disappear.

“All the better to kiss with.” He said, placing kisses on my neck. I groaned. I wasn’t a good cook on the best of days, but with him continually distracting me I was sure that this meal would have sucked, as much as instant pasta could suck for that matter. For the remainder of the time I managed to keep just enough focus to finish cooking, although I was bordering on turning around and ripping his shirt off.

Once everything was done, I quickly plated up our food and set them onto the kitchen island. Dinner took slightly longer than expected with him continuously trying to grab hold of my hand across from his, not that I was really complaining. After we were done, I set the dishes in the sink while Corey went to the living room. I followed him and found him sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. I went over and lay down, with my head in his lap and he smiled down at me, which gave me butterflies in my stomach. We stayed in silence, no words needed at that moment, just the company that we were offering each other. As we watched TV, he ran his fingers through my hair. Without knowing, my eyelids slowly got heavier until they were closed.