Sold by Sean Michael

asleep.
    He pressed a kiss to Adam’s forehead and sat up, looking for his cell phone. He had a few calls to make to clear his schedule so he could keep his promise.

Chapter Five
    Adam slept and dreamed, then slept a little more before hunger drove him out of his bed. He stumbled toward the kitchenette and grabbed the kettle. Tea first, then food.
    Matt appeared, moving to lean against the counter. “I thought I heard you get up.”
    “Tea. Food.” His head ached a little.
    “You make the tea; I’ll see what I can rustle up in the food category.” Matt didn’t move to the cupboards or fridge, though. Instead, he came over, hand sliding along Adam’s cheek. “Hey.”
    Oh. Warm. Adam’s eyes closed and he leaned in. “Hey.”
    “Mmm.” Matt’s lips brushed across his. Then they came back, pressing harder this time.
    The kiss was warm and easy and he opened to it, like a morning glory to the sun. Matt’s tongue swept through his mouth, sweet like cherries as well as hot. He forgot all about the tea, stepping closer, snuggling in. Matt’s arms were warm and sure around him, the sweet tongue opening his mouth as the kiss deepened.
    The touches to his sore back were careful, comforting, letting him relax. The kisses were long and leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world to do this. Adam could handle that. A vacation from life.
    Eventually the kiss ended and Matt cupped his face, smiled at him. “So. Tea and something to eat? I’ll join you. Do you like sports?”
    Matt went to the fridge, looking in it with a frown.
    “It depends on the sport, I suppose. What’s wrong?”
    “Is there anything edible in here?”
    “There are greens and juice for fasting...” He leaned in and looked. He fasted when he worked, and when he wasn’t working, he fasted every third day.
    “Okay, there are greens and juice, but you need to eat, not fast, at the moment.” Matt looked at his watch. “I guess we could head over to the all-night grocery store, though I’d rather wait and do the market with you in the morning. We can get fresh and local that way. That still leaves tonight... I know you don’t have much in the cupboards -- I was looking for chips and dip earlier, to go with the game I’m watching.” Matt turned and smiled at him. “You don’t mind that I’ve made myself at home, do you?”
    “No, Master.” He kissed the man’s nose. “I don’t keep junk food.”
    “That’s not all you don’t keep.” Matt chuckled and rubbed their noses together. “All right, revised plan. We’ll have some tea and then find a late-night diner to get some real food into you.”
    “I had the sandwich earlier. You don’t have to put yourself out.”
    “You had half a sandwich this morning. It’s almost ten o’clock. And I’m hungry, so you have to be starving.”
    “A little. I have food issues.” He poured the water into the kettle.
    “Food issues? You should tell me about them. I need to know.”
    “Oh, it’s just a thing.” He wasn’t comfortable sharing that, not yet.
    One of Matt’s eyebrows went up.
    “Would you like tea?”
    “I would. And then I’m taking you out for supper. There’s a little café that serves meals all night on Elm Street.”
    He nodded and started the kettle, pulling two mugs from the cupboards. He could feel Matt’s eyes on him as he moved about. He forced himself not to hurry, not to show any nerves.
    “You have amazing grace, lovely.”
    “Thank you. I practice.”
    “I’ve heard. Yoga for two hours most mornings.”
    “Yes. Every morning. I haven’t missed in months.”
    “You missed this morning,” Matt pointed out. “Not that that’s a bad thing. You were utterly exhausted.”
    “I was. I worked a lot this week.”
    “Yeah.” Matt drew him in again once the kettle was heating, the mugs full of teabags. A kiss landed on his lips. Then another, and another.
    He melted, leaned into Matt. Once again, the kisses went on and on, like they didn’t have