“Abel?” Cain shrugged off his jacket, “Abel?”
Abel shot out of the kitchen, “hello? Cain –hi, welcome back.” He pointed at the kitchen, “I am making dinner.”
“I can smell.” Cain hung the jacket lazily, “it smells good.”
The dark alpha smiled with a soft blush, spoon in hand, “thank you.”
Cain licked his lips, walking over, hands tucked in his pockets, “How was your day?”
“Fine –I heard –they were tearing down a building. It was loud.”
“I see.” Cain came closer, grabbing onto the bottom of Abel’s shirt, “you are wearing the same clothes as this morning.”
Abel looked down, swallowing, “I know.”
Cain briefly kissed his cheek before turning around towards his room. He closed the door, taking a deep breath, smelling what he expected. Abel had hidden in his room, all day most likely.
The alpha had been having therapy every day for his PTSD, something Cain had never thought much about. He knew war was brutal, five minutes felt like hours –the sights, the sounds. Sometimes even he had trouble with loud sounds, ready to duck and hide at the sound of a plane flying overhead.
But, for Abel, it was more than that. He would hide, in Cain’s room, under the blankets. He would freeze up, and no one could move him –Cain never tried to.
He rubbed a hand down his face, pulling his shirt over his head before kicking his shoes off his feet. He went back into the living room, looking around at the spotless area. Cain was often messy, Abel always cleaning up after him even when he told him not to.
He stood in the door way of the kitchen, watching the alpha move around the kitchen with ease. He made a small noise when he entered, alerting Abel of his presence.
He heard him sigh, “thank you.”
Cain opened the fridge, digging around for the bottle of wine they hadn’t finish last night. “You finished the wine.”
“I did.”
Cain closed the fridge softly, hip resting on the counter. “Abel.”
Abel finally stopped moving, “yes.”
“Are we having people for dinner?”
Abel swallowed with a shrug of his shoulders, stirring whatever concoction was in the pot, “no.”
“How long have you been cooking?” Cain glanced at the different dishes scattered along the kitchen counters. “We shouldn’t just be wasting food.”
“I can freeze it.”
Cain bit his top lip, catching Abel’s pinky in his own, “come shower with me.”
“It’ll burn.”
Cain came closer, turning off the stove and putting a solid hand around Abel’s back, finally getting the alpha to look at him, “come.” He pressed his nose against Abel’s soft dark cheek, scenting him, “do not be shy now.”
