Page 35 of The Barn: Frost and Q
Q nibbled here and there, mostly eating bread and carrots. “Did you get dessert, too?” he asked, eyeing the cloches that Frost still hadn’t lifted.
“Of course I did. Want to watch a movie in our fancy new bed while we digest a little? We can have dessert after.”
“Yeah. That sounds really amazing.”
“Excellent. I could really use a shower. Want to come?”
Q shook his head. “I mean, yes, but I had one after therapy. So how about you do that, and I’ll get the leftovers in the fridge.”
“Okay, but no peeking at the dessert.” He’d gotten Italian cream cake, which Q loved. He figured it was serendipity that the pastry chef had chosen it for tonight. And it would probably get him a hand job, if nothing else.
“Be right out.” He bent to take a kiss after he stood. “If you need help, just leave it for me.”
“Bah. You brought me my chair.” Quentin shifted over into it, then wheeled toward the kitchen, most likely to grab containers.
He left it at that, not wanting to get in the way or get in trouble. Not tonight. Q was feeling happy and confident, and he would keep it that way as best he could.
He washed up as quick as he could, then pulled on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. He was keeping about a third of his stuff up here now, so a bigger bed was welcome as fuck.
That little twin had killed his back.
He dried his hair as he headed back out, padding to the bed area, where the door was pulled back so they could watch the TV. It was the perfect setup, and he would have to thank Carson for making it happen in such a short amount of time.
“This is hellacious inviting, love,” Frost murmured. The duvet was down-filled, he could tell.
“Thanks, I wanted you to have a comfortable space. I wanted us both to have one, together.”
He nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. “And now you have a closet…for clothes and things.”
Q rolled his eyes. “I know, go figure.” Q met Frost’s eyes and shrugged. “I know that eventually I’ll end up downstairs with you where I belong, but it’s important to me to be able to watch the security cameras. I like to keep my eye on things.”
It took all he had not to wince. How was he supposed to argue with that? It had been a breach of security that had caused this entire problem. That son of a bitch had walked right up and taken Q on his daily run. Just snatched him right off the trail, motherfucker.
“Hey.” Q waved his hand in front of Frost’s face. “Hello! I didn’t say that to get you all super guilty, man. It is what it is. I like to know that the cameras are on. I’m working on it, and I’m going to get it. But I want to be able to sleep with you, so come snuggle with me.”
“You’re right. You are. Thank you.” He nodded and climbed in, scooting right in close, covering them both up with the duvet. It was like heaven in here, warm and cozy. And it smelled so good. “I like this.”
“Good. If you didn’t, it would kind of suck, hmm?” Q gave him a soft, kind of buzzing kiss. “We don’t have to think this hard. We can just snuggle in the new bed. Relax.”
There was no bad there. They could totally just snuggle in the new bed and relax.
And he could be confident in the fact that he knew that Q had done this for him.
Q wanted him here, close.
That was a huge step in the right direction, and he would grab it.
With both hands.
Eleven
Qhad a headache.
Like a pounding headache that hurt his jaw and his teeth and made every heartbeat throb.
And the next person who bothered him was going to die.
He gave no shits about any parties. He didn’t care about the barometric pressure’s effect on cock rings. He didn’t want to be sympathetic that someone had sat in poison ivy. Or hear about anyone keeping any kind of creature penned up in order to have some stupid fucking game.
