Chapter 24

(Sinn)

The Chosen Ones

“Up on your hands and knees,” Sinn growled, giving Night’s hip a light slap.

His cock popped free of Night’s mouth as the man hurriedly complied, rolling over, widening his knees, and giving Sinn access to what he was after.

Sinn flicked the cap open on the tube of lube and drizzled it over his fingers before caressing the small of Night’s back. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

That warm, tight heat needed little prep before he could inch his cock inside. Night was so eager to receive the fucking Sinn had been taunting him with all day that he pressed back, helping Sinn sink home faster, both of them shuttering the moment he bottomed out.

Sinn treated him to the rough ride they both wanted, slipping his hands in Night’s hair, and tugging while he fucked him, all while Night begged for more, more, more. Night roared when his orgasm hit, his walls clenching around Sinn’s cock, tipping him headlong into ecstasy too. Even as they started to come down from the high, Night drew things out with low moans and small jerky hip movements that sent secondary waves of pleasure rolling through him.

It wasn’t just catching their breath that took time, it was moving too. The sweatshirt Sinn knelt on provided very little cushion now that the endorphins had worn off. His knees ached and it took his brain a moment to send the correct messages to his fingers to get them to uncoil and release the hold they had on Night’s hair.

The moment he let go, Night collapsed on his belly in the scattered mess of half folded t-shirts, towels, and jeans that had spilled out of the laundry basket. They’d need to be washed again, which suddenly reminded him that he didn’t remember them discussing a washing machine or dryer when they’d been debating the list of appliances they’d need.

As soon as he could focus enough to remember where the fuck his phone was, he’d send a voice to text message to Saint to remind him that A, they needed one, and B, please make sure it was front loading.

“Ugggg, floors hard but I don’t wanna move,” Night groaned.

Sinn leaned over him to caress his cheek, only to discover he had his face pressed to the hardwood and his long hair in his eyes.

“You’re gonna have to move eventually unless you wanna walk around wearing an impression of the wood floor on your cheek for the rest of the day,” Sinn warned.

“I’m willing to risk it.”

Chuckling, Sinn pressed his forehead to Night’s shoulder. “Just remember you said that when the guys are giving you shit later.”

“Fuccckkkkkk.”

“Did you forget you promised them dinner?”

Night huffed and let out a low groan. “More like I forgot I still needed to make a grocery run, pick up a cooler and buy the beer.”

“You’d better get moving then.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“I don’t think it’s a question of want at this point, unless you plan to grill naked which might shock the neighbors a little since we’re still working with a chain link fence.”

“Meh, I’ll wear an apron.”

“Which like chaps, don’t cover your ass.”

“Ugggggg.”

“Besides, aren’t all your aprons in the kitchen at the bar?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Did that,” Sinn replied. “Will wind up doing it again if you don’t get moving.”

“That’s the opposite of inspiring if moving is what you really want me to do,” Night said, wiggling his ass enough to jostle Sinn. “Just saying.”

Sinn laughed and landed a solid smack to his rear. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe, or maybe I just get some sick pleasure out of making you live up to your name.”

Groaning, Sinn moved from over top of Night to flop on his back across the clothes. “Wish we had time to break in the sunken tub.”

“Who says we don’t?”

“Me,” Sinn growled adding a bit of bass to his voice. “You need as shower so you can take your ass to the grocery store, and I need to remind Saint to pick up a washer and dryer.”

Night laughed at that. “That’s okay, I forgot to write down microwave and coffee pot.”

Now that gave Sinn pause. “You didn’t.”

“I did.”

Moaning, Sinn draped his arm across his face. “How could you forget the most important of all the kitchen appliances?”

“To be fair, there were a lot of things to remember.”

“True, but coffee pot should have been at the top of the list.”

“There’s just one problem with that.”

“Which is?”

“We’d still have to pick up mugs.”

Sinn lost it then, dissolving into laughter as it struck him just how many things they hadn’t considered when it came to setting up a house. They were all so used to everything just being there that none of them had given any thought to that not being the case when they were starting with four walls and a lot of empty space.

“Okay, new plan,” Sinn said. “You get in the shower, I’ll put in an order for pick up at the supercenter. Coffee, coffee pot, paper products, creamer, sugar and anything else I can think up. At the very least we’ll have the staples to get us through while we sort shit out. That way all you’ll have to do is grab what you need for supper tonight. I’ll order the charcoal and lighter fluid too. Is there anything else you can think of that we absolutely have to have?”

“Ice, cooler and a fuckton of beer. Soda too. The more caffeinated the better. Just get the biggest cooler they’ve got, we’ll get plenty of use out of it.”

“No shit.”

“Ummm,” Night hummed, finally beginning to sit up a little. “Tin foil, roasting pans, and a grill kit with all the implements. I think that’s it. I’ll get the whiskey while I’m in there. If you think of anything else after you place the order, just text me.”

“Will do.”

“At least I didn’t fuck up all the towels,” Night said as he shoved a few aside to get to the clean ones beneath them. “I’m putting one by your knee. I’d beg you to share the shower with me…”

“But we both know what would happen,” Sinn pointed out. “Now move your ass and stop tempting me with it.”

“Never!” Night replied, laughing as he finally got up.

A short time later, Sinn heard the shower turn on. So he wouldn’t be tempted to give in to thoughts of rubbing soap over every inch of Night’s body and getting them both all worked up in the process, he busied himself with the order, paid and started picking up the scattered clothes. Anything below the first layer he assumed was clean, anything on top, or that smelled like sweat and cum, he pitched in a pile outside the closet, so they could be rewashed.

Sinn grabbed a quick shower after Night left, then finished putting away everything he could. At least it left him some down time to dictate a to-do list, including notes on the upcoming projects that awaited him in the garage.

He’d just finished up a parts list and been sorely disappointed when his search for several of them turned up nothing but other people in the same, struggling situation.

A problem to tackle another day, for certain, and not one he looked forward to. Mark had said something about having a potential lead on a new scrapyard. He hoped it panned out or they were going to be spinning their wheels on a few of the restorations.

Somewhere in all that he must have lost track of time because Night’s return came out of nowhere. When Sinn glanced towards the window, he could see a bright ball of light grazing the treetops and knew it was getting close to suppertime.

“Need a hand with anything?” Sinn asked as he laid his phone aside.

“More like everything,” Night replied. “I need to get the grill going and figure out what bag the spices are in so I can get these steaks seasoned and the potatoes and corn wrapped so I can toss ‘em on the grill first. I’d have been back sooner, but I had to stop and grab butter, ‘cause of course I forgot that and I wasn’t sure if it was in the order placed.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Then I’m glad I stopped.”

“I’ll start bringing things in, you start getting shit ready,” Sinn said as he headed outside.

Bags covered the back seat of the SUV, so Sinn started with them first, leaving the front door propped open as he brought in several at a time. By the time he carried in the beer, Night stood just inside the living room, his head down.

“Umm, Sinn…”

“Yeah?”

“What were you up to while I was gone?”

“Lists, mostly, why? Wondering if I was sprawled somewhere jerking off to thoughts of you?”

Night chuckled at that. “Maybe, but that wasn’t why I asked.”

“Then what was.”

“Him…or her…I’m not sure yet.”

“Huh.”

Night’s arm was outstretched, so Sinn followed the line of it to find a blobby shadow-shape several feet away. When it moved, Sinn blinked, wishing he could make out more than just the motion.

“What is that?”

“A cat. I assumed you knew considering the conversation we had earlier.”

“The fuck?”

“Black n’ white and scrawny,” Night described. “No collar and looking like it’s gearing up to make this place it’s home.”

“Must have wandered in when I had the door open.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Seriously.”

“Okay.”

“Hey, they’re notorious for picking humans rather than allowing themselves to be picked…or rather, picked up.”

“True, but you get to explain that to Saint.”

“Explain what to Saint?” Saint’s voice interrupted.

“Is it just me or is his timing eerily fucking perfect.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What is that?” Saint asked.

“I’ve been told it’s a cat, but I’ve got little choice but to take Night’s word for it.”

“I see.”

“Actually, I think it’s the new house mascot,” Night said. “But you might want to ask it, in case it has other ideas about what it would like to be called.”

“I wasn’t aware of the supercenter adding a pet center,” Saint remarked, his tone dry, though Sinn was certain that he detected a note of humor in it.

“They didn’t,” Night said. “Apparently the critter just invited itself in while Sinn was unloading the SUV.”

“Well then who am I to argue.”

Sinn did a double take, glancing from the small blob to Saint and back again. “Wait…seriously?”

“Yeah, but you’re in charge of the litter box and anything it kills.”

“Bet.”

“Better put in for a delivery too,” Saint said. “At the very least we’ll need food and a litter box. And a scratching post too. Fuck I’m glad now that I didn’t opt for a leather couch. We can get whatever else it needs once it decides if it’s gonna stick around or not.”

“Motorhead.”

“Huh?” Sinn muttered, whipping his head around to see Night kneeling beside the kitty, stroking its fur while it purred it’s fuzzy head off.

“Its name,” Night said. “Just listen to it. How could we name it anything else?”

“Motorhead it is.”