It is the oven pinging that stops them, Aiden’s lips curving up in a smile against Beto’s.
“When did that happen?” Beto says in surprise, curling his hands around the edge of the counter as Aiden squeezes his waist.
“What?”
“The pizza.”
Aiden is gleeful as he kisses him again. “Did I distract you, Beto?”
“Yes. Very. I mean, you did.”
“Tongue-tied already. I like it.”
“Is there any need for you to be so smug?” Beto asks. He checks the pizza, thankful he hasn’t let it burn, and pulls them out of the oven.
“Yes.”
“I made you wait a little bit, huh?”
“You did everything at the right time for you.”
“What about the right time for you?” Beto asks, cutting their pizza before plating it up. He smiles for the hand on his lower back and turns for another kiss. How he’s supposed to stop kis
