steak!??!?

Whenever 4 got a text from Ruckus, he knew he was going to be sore in the morning. He scowled when his phone dinged. Great, his phone’s sound was on accidentally and now he had lost his train of thought. He really wasn’t in the mood to get sexually "harassed", today. He tried to ignore the text, but his phone kept lighting up to remind him of an unread text and it was distracting him. He had bills to write, goddamnit!

4 turned the phone upside down. Another ding. He snarled in annoyance and snatched the phone from the counter, going to open it and leave him on read so he’d just stop. A word caught his eye, though, and it made him pause.

Big Fuckwit:

B.F: Steak and pool tonight?

B.F: No sex not in the mood

Wait what? The text actually took him aback. Ruckus without an iota of sex on his mind right now? None at all? Who the fuck was this and where was his husband? Now he had to ask.

Me: Really?

It didn’t take his partner long to respond.

B.F: Yes :o) bring me starbucks?

The texting had shocked 4 out of any anger he had gotten from being interrupted. Starbucks for a pool night and no sex? It seemed like a fair trade.

Me: K

What an afternoon. Now all he had to do was get the rest of his workday over with.

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When 4 got home, Ruckus was waiting for him at the pool. He had pulled out their pool toys - those floating balls, the sinking sticks, and sprawled out with his stomach on the concrete. 4 brought him a chocolate frappuccino and sat his own coffee on the concrete closeby. He paused to stare at his husband on the ground.

“So what’s going on with you?” 4 said, groaning into a sitting position beside him. Ruckus tilted his head, his horn scratching the floor.

“I’m a little tired today.” He said plainly. He dipped his hand in the water and swished it around. 4 could see that he hadn’t shaved that day, either- his body hair was a fluffy mass, and he looked almost like an animal. 4 slipped himself into the water and rose up to talk more.

“Oh yeah?” 4 said. He crossed his arms on the tile to keep himself on the surface of the water. It gave him a better view of his face. He was right, he did look tired. “Do you wanna be in the water?” Ruckus shrugged.

“I’ll think about it. What ball should I toss first?” He said. 4 glanced through their options.

“Toss one of the weighted ones.”

And so they played, Ruckus tossing toys into the water, and 4 going and fetching them for him. Every so often Ruckus would gesture for a kiss, and 4 would oblige with a little scowling.

Eventually, their playing died down. 4 took a seat at one of the underwater seats that Ruckus had put in the shallow end, and leaned back so that he and Ruckus could talk face to face. 4 rose his brow at his husband.

“You still sticking with ‘tired’ as your story?” 4 said, watching as Ruckus flailed his arm about to rid it of water. Ruckus grumbled, much like 4 would do. Ruckus expected 4 to just shrug it off again, but when he didn’t, continuing to stare at him expectantly, almost annoyed himself, he sighed gruffly.

“I’m all irritable and I don’t wanna do anything. There’s too much sensation happening at once.” Ruckus said. 4 nodded.

“Yeah, There it is.” 4 said. Well, there was something that he knew he could help with. He pointed to Ruckus’ fluffy arm. “Start here, and then we’ll eat.” Ruckus had no contest.

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4 was right. Once he was shaved of all his fluffiness and was about 20 pounds lighter, Ruckus felt much better. He made their steaks with a smile, and ate with 4 all happy. 4 ate his steak and watched his husband dance and stim air guitars and air drums at the table. He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help a small bit of smile escaping. He did love his husband, after all. In his own way.