By the time they had showered together it was into the afternoon. Dom felt content as hell. When Kiko suggested they watch a movie, Dom dug through the fridge until he found a few beers Travis hadn’t gotten to and brought them over. Holding Kiko on the couch, the man’s head resting against Dom’s shoulder, was a feeling he knew he could do more than get used to. He never wanted to lose it.
He was glad he was ready to settle down, and he was lucky it was with Kiko.
His phone rang. Kiko yawned, paused the film, and stood.
“I’ll get us another beer,” he said, collecting the empty bottles as Dom decided whether he really wanted to speak to the person calling. After a moment he gave in; all Travis’ big stuff was still in the basement anyway. That was probably what this was about.
“Hey,” he s
