“That was delicious, Gee, thank you.”


“You’re more than welcome. Tomorrow though it’s your turn to cook.” 


Laughing Gabe readily agrees, “Although that means that tomorrow you have to do the dishes.”


Glynn’s frown is more than cute in his opinion. “Damnit.” Laughing again Gabe piles up their plates to take into the kitchen. “FUCK! Gawddamnit!”


Quirking a brow Gabe peeks around the corner to make sure he’s not about to walk into something he’d much rather not. Glynn stood with his back to Gabe his hand out in a ‘son of a bitch’ kind of way. “Fuck.” Glynn mutters again this time pulling his shirt off ad tossing it into the kitchen sink. 


Smirking Gabe enters the kitchen with a plan. “What happened?” He idly asks, placing the plates on the counter near the pot of gravy.


“Spilled the wine on my shirt. No big deal it’s practically the same color anyway.”


Smirking Gabe’s finger taps the gravy pot. “I’m sorry.”


“It’s not your fault.”


Smiling Gabe picks up the gravy pot, “Glynn?”


Turning the other man nearly smacks into Gabe, “Huh?”


Looking over his boyfriend’s face Gabe smiles pouring the gravy all over the front of Glynn’s pants. “Guess you have to take those off too.” Moving the pot Gabe dribbles the gravy all over Glynn’s chest. “Guess you need a shower now too.”


Glynn says nothing, instead he plasters himself to Gabe, kissing the other man, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. “Guess you have to take your clothes off too.”


Gabe’s grin goes straight to Glynn’s already hard shaft.