Page 51 of Counterpoint
No, he wasn’t. “I just spent far too long crammed in a train car in this getup.” He gestured at himself. “And you expect me to be happy?” And even he could hear the crack of annoyance in his voice.
After a very pregnant silence, Dom closed his eyes. “Shit.” He set the duffel down and dropped the ball cap on top of it. “Can I catch a shower?”
Ray nodded. “Dude, of course.”
He high-tailed it for the guest room and took a nice cool one, and then slipped some of Domino’s clothes on. Odd to see those two halves of him again. When he was dressed enough, he headed back out to find Ray and Zav.
They were talking in the kitchen, coffee in hand. Zavier was casually holding a wooden spoon, though there wasn’t a damn thing cooking on the stove. Ray had one of his dopey sexy smiles he only ever got for Zavier.
Did Dom look like that with Adrian? He cleared his throat, and they both turned. Zavier placed the spoon on the counter. “Feel better?”
“Yeah, and I’m sorry I was hellish when I got here. I’m... It was a long weekend.”
Ray’s face fell. “Your date didn’t go well?”
That...what? Then Dom pieced together why Ray thought that and started laughing. He crossed the room and plunked himself down on a chair at the kitchen table. “Oh my god, no. The date was amazing. I spent almost the entire weekend with Adrian.”
“Ah.” Zavier had this wicked little grin. “You’re pissed off that it’s not the weekend anymore.”
Yup. That was it exactly. Dom’s humor fled and he scrubbed a hand through his wet hair. “Got it in one.”
“That explains the bruises,” Zavier murmured.
Ray punched him in the arm—not hard. “You’re not supposed to say shit like that, Zav. It’s rude!”
Zavier’s smile sharpened, and he turned to his husband. “Really?”
“I mean.” Ray waved his arms. “It’s personal.”
“Guys...” Dom said. “I...don’t actually mind. I mean, it’s Zav. He says that shit all the damn time. Wouldn’t be him if he didn’t.”
Zavier shrugged and gestured at Dom.
“Wait.” Ray pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re taking his side? I’m your best friend!” But there was a smile on both their faces, and Dom felt a hell of a lot better.
Dom raised his hands in surrender. “I’m just saying.” He pushed himself out of the chair. “I better go deal with this before it dries.” He gestured to his hair.
“I should get better dressed than this.” Ray tugged at his T-shirt.
Zavier looked perfect. But then, he always did.
Dom headed back into the bathroom and gooped up his hair into the perfect spiked Domino mess and even sprinkled a bit of glitter in it.
“You know, every time you come here, it takes six months to get rid of the glitter. It even ends up in my office.” Zavier leaned against the bathroom doorframe.
Dom flipped him off and Zavier snorted.
He got to work on Domino’s makeup next, under Zavier’s watchful eyes. “Does your Adrian have a last name?”
He stared at Zavier in the mirror for a second before resuming work with his eye pencil. “Gonna do a background check on him or something?”
“Would you be mad if I said yes?”
No. ’Cause that was Zav, too. Watching out for the band. “Well, it’s either you or Mish. One of you is gonna check up on him.”
Zavier chuckled. “You like him.”
“He’s—” Dom put down the pencil and studied his own eyes. Makeup on point. “Zav, he makes me feel like I haven’t felt before. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.”
