Page 52 of Voices

“How did you even get this much in your hair?”

Shrugging, he runs both hands through his hair. Then he stops and laughs at what he just did.

That answers that question.

“Why aren’t you covered in flour? You did most of the work.”

“Well for one, I was standing behind you, and two, I know how to cook without wearing the ingredients.” I chuckle as I pull him flush to me. “Go change into some of my clothes and I’ll have dinner finished when you come back.” I peck his lips and turn him towards my door.

He looks over his shoulder with a smile as he walks away.

With the sauce at the right consistency, I drop the noodles into the boiling water.

“I’m not your dad so if you want to eat, I suggest you come make your own damn plates,” I shout to the group in the living room.

I pull the pasta out as Matt skids to a stop next to me. “That looks good. Carbs are exactly what I’ll need to get through practice tomorrow.”

He reaches for the pasta spoon, but I smack his hand away before he gets to it. “Let me get Charlie’s bowl first before you heathens take it all.” He pouts but steps back as I get mine and Charlie’s bowls filled.

Setting them on the end table in the living room, I head to my room to check on him.

I don’t see him as I walk into my room, but I can hear the shower going. Smiling to myself, I walk into the bathroom and lean against the door frame. He’s rinsing the suds out of his hair with his face turned up to the water. My eyes travel down his slim body and stop at the trimmed dark patch of hair right above his soft dick. I lick my bottom lip as he runs his hands over it with my body wash. He startles when he sees me once he turns off the water.

His cheeks are flushed as he opens the glass door. “Hi.”

“Hi, beautiful.” I grab my towel from the hook and open it as he steps out of the shower with one hand covering his cock. I noticed he did that earlier too when he was in the bathtub.

He turns, showing me that neat tattoo on his back and his small round ass. I wrap the towel over his shoulders and hug him to me. “You smell like me again.” I take a deep breath of his hair and let out a satisfied ‘mmm’ sound.

“I like the smell of your body wash,” he says softly, looking up at me through his wet hair.

I move it from his face as I turn him to face me. “Just the body wash? Not me too?” I tease.

His neck starts to match his pink cheeks as he steps out of my arms. “I need some clothes that aren’t covered in flour.” He says, leaving the bathroom and going into my closet.

I follow, curious to see what he picks. He grabs one of my hoodies and a pair of black sweatpants that have zero chance of staying up on his narrow hips. He spins in a slow circle before coming to a stop facing me.

“Can you turn around for a minute, please?” He hugs my clothes to his waist as the wet towel starts to slip.

“I’ll go wait on my bed.” Sitting on the edge facing the closet, I don’t know what he’s embarrassed about. I’ve now seen him naked twice and he’s perfect. Everything about him is on the smaller side but that only adds to how perfectly he fits against me.

Shaking my head I rub my hands over my face as I remember how hard of a day he’s had. He’s going through something. I just wish he’d tell me so I can help him through it.

He walks out of my closet wearing a black hoodie with a death grip on the sweats. Snickering, I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of basketball shorts and lounge pants that both have drawstrings. I turn, holding them up. “Which one? Pants? Or shorts that’ll probably fit you like pants?”

I toss the lounge pants to him when he nods to them. He shuffles back into my closet and comes back out a second later, more at ease. The pants are dragging on the ground, but I can tell that he’s already rolled the waistband to shorten them. “Come on beautiful, let’s go eat.” I place my hand on the small of his back and lead him out of my room.

Everyone is sitting around the living room talking and eating. Asher notices us first and nods to my spot on the couch that’s been left open. I sit first and move over so Charlie can sit between me and his friend Noah. I hand him his bowl then dig into my food.

Looking around, I’m happy to see everyone enjoying it. I look down at Charlie and see he’s just twirling the noodles on his fork, making no effort to bring it to his mouth. I nudge him with myelbow. He looks up at me with a small smile, then empties the mound of noodles off his fork, picks up a single noodle and eats it. He looks back up at me and nods with a tight smile.

I thought this was what he wanted.

I watch him out of the corner of my eye as I eat my food and watch him eat one noodle at a time. By the time I’m finished, along with everyone else, he’s eaten half his bowl. He rests it on his thigh and places his hand on his stomach like he’s full.

He should be eating more than that. Maybe he’s saving room for his cake…that he knows nothing about.

“Are you finished?” I lean into his side.

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