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Jude turned to the stove, his back to Will. Jude
was flushed from the heat. All that creamy white skin… hell, the man didn’t
even have a freckle. Even his brother was tatted up. For the hell of it, Will
ran his cold fingers down the man’s spine as he passed by. Startled, Jude
dropped the tongs he held, a piece of bacon hitting the floor as he shouted,
“Jesus Christ….your fingers are like ice.”
    “It’s
cold outside,” Will laughed. Picking up the bacon, he popped it into his mouth
just to see Jude’s nose turn up in disgust. “You dropped something.”
    “Disgusting
pig,” Jude called after him as he walked out to turn the damned heat down from
ninety to something bearable. Like seventy-four.
    “Don’t
forget it, baby,” he called back as he relieved himself in the tiny
under-the-stairs john. “What’s for dinner, honey? I’m starved.”
    “Why
do you assume I cooked for you? You’re a grown man, you can fend for yourself.”
    Jude
bent over the open oven door and pulled a pan of something delicious smelling
out. Will leaned against the door frame, becoming aware that he was watching
the man’s ass when his dick chose that moment to twitch in his jeans. The thin
work out pants barely covered the firm twin ass cheeks.
    He
cleared his throat and went to the fridge for a beer. Anything to distract
himself from this strange…he didn’t even like the man, or any man, what the
hell was wrong with him?
    “Because
I clean up the kitchen. And I gather up your chewed up pens and leave them on
the coffee table upstairs. And I don’t complain about it.”
    “Your
idea of cleaning up the kitchen is to throw everything in the dishwasher and
call one of your girlfriends to do everything else during the day when I’m in
class.” Jude placed a large round pan of some kind of noodle casserole on the
table then sprinkled the chopped up bacon on top. “Just mac and cheese. I was
cold. I wanted something warm.”
    “Smells
good to me.” Will handed him two plates and went to get forks. “Do you want a
beer or are you sticking with water?”
    Jude
stood for a moment, his head tilted sideways, Will had seen that exact same
look on Levi’s face when he was thinking too hard. “It’s Friday. I don’t have
anywhere to be tomorrow. Sure, why not?”
    Will
grabbed two more beers from the fridge. “We’re getting low on supplies. I’ll
call up and place an order for delivery. Make a list if there’s something special
you want.”
    “Wine
would be great.” Jude moved around him to put a bowl of tossed salad next to
the casserole pan. “Pardon me for saying so, but you reek and you have smut on
your face.” Jude stood next to the table, his hip jutting out in a way that
exposed his hip bone just above the low waistband. Will couldn’t seem to take
his gaze off that particular patch of skin. Jude, whirling around with a snap
of his fingers, brought him back to himself. “Forgot the bread.”
    “What?”
Will held the beers to his chest as if he hadn’t just zoned in on a nearly
naked patch of man skin.
    “You
reek of smoke. And you have a streak of smut on your face.” Jude placed the
basket of garlic buttered bread on the table, and before Will could move away,
he reached out and swiped a thumb down Will’s cheek, drawing back a black
smudge. “See.”
    “Oh,”
Will said with a shrug and set the bottles on the table. His hands shook but he
wouldn’t think about that. Or that his cheek tingled where Jude had touched
him. Or worse, that little Slayer was starting to think things were happening
that weren’t happening. He waited for Jude to move around to the other side of
the table to adjust his crotch. “The fire marshal opened my house up today. We
walked through. It’s a total loss. Everything burned or water damaged…it’s just
a big fucking mess right now.”
    Jude
settled in the chair across from Will and served his plate. “You had insurance
right?”
    Relieved
that the conversation