Spade was the first to get out of the bathroom, Nate came out a few minutes after him, he was stopping himself so badly from sniffing himself, unlike the first time he had come here, he actually used Spade's bathroom product and now he officially smelt like Spade, everything, from his manly hair shampoo, his soap and even the new unopened bottle of cologne that Nate had used on himself

Everything about him smelt like Spade, down to the clothes he was wearing, it was an oversized black Adidas sweatshirt, and a black sweatpants, that he had to fold over two times at the waist to get it to stop going down.

He walked out of the bedroom feeling fresh and relaxed, he knew the door facing Spade's bedroom was the guest bedroom, the same one Spade had said he'd take his bath in.

He was second guessing checking to see if Spade was still in there, but he decided to go to the living room first, if he didn't find Spade there then he'd know the man was still in the bathroom.

He walked into the living room and Spade wasn't there, but his suit jacket was no longer there. "Gio" Nate called out, not too loud but loud enough for anyone around to hear, maybe if Spade was close by.

He heard footsteps before he saw Spade at the foot of the kitchen door, he was putting on a black tank top and a very light brown sweatpants, Nate was sure he didn't have to fold his own over to get it to fit him like that, his eyes moved from Spade's pants, obviously trying his hardest not to look at Spade's crotch, as he stopped on Spade's body, his arms were out, showing enough muscle and his very beautiful tattoo.

His eyes traced every piece of the tattoo as it ran all the way towards Spade's back, he wondered if they stopped at Spade's arm behind or if they ran all the way to his back, he'd never really paid attention to it before, even though Spade had slept at his place twice now, and both times the man slept completely naked from the waist up.

He noticed the way the tank top pressed firmly on Spade's body, showing the muscles on his chest and outlining his nipple, which looked semi hard, or maybe he was just seeing things.

His eyes finally stopped on Spade's face, the man had warmth in his eyes as he looked at Nate "Was making us something to eat, didn't see you eat at the club, and I'm sure you skipped lunch at work" he muttered, and Nate didn't say anything because Spade was right, he'd skipped lunch to go for an urgent meeting and he didn't eat at the club too. He just lowered his eyes and bit his lip. "Come one" Spade said nudging him over with his head, as Nate walked towards him, he disappeared into the kitchen and Nate followed.

He didn't look at the kitchen like he did the first time, but he still liked the fact that at least there was something about Spade's house that was bright.

He sat himself on the chair he'd sat in the first time he came, watching as Spade worked his way around the kitchen. This definitely didn't feel like the first time, at least the first time he and Spade weren't together romantically, and he wasn't so aware of the small stares the man was currently giving him. "What are you making"? He asked, after a while of just sitting in silence and playing with his fingers, he looked up the same time Spade turned to look at him.

"Pizza, pepperoni pizza" he said casually, seeing the way Nate's eyes grew in shock, and a little bit of surprise and admiration. Spade could almost feel himself puff out with pride

"You make your own pizza"? Nate asked and Spade just shrugged as if it was a normal thing to do

"Of course, it's not that hard" he muttered and Nate just scoffed, as if he was saying it was hard and at the same time, saying Spade was just saying that because he could

"Show off" he muttered out without even realizing it, probably he didn't mean for Spade to hear but the man heard, and he turned to look at Nate again, this time turning fully, with his brows cocked to one side, and a smile on his face

"You think I'm a show off"? He asked teasingly and he saw the way Nate's cheek completely turned red, obviously caught, he didn't mean for Spade to hear that, Spade just chuckled shaking his head.

He didn't mean to show off though, he liked the fact that he could cook and he showed it off to anyone who cared to listen, and now he was actually feeling proud he could cook, because he'd use it to impress Nate.

Nate didn't say anything again, because he didn't want Spade to hear him say something else like he did a few minutes ago, not that he was afraid Spade would get mad, of course he knew the man wouldn't get mad, but still he didn't want Spade to hear his inner thought.

He watched as Spade continued cooking, now he really saw Spade's back clearly, broad shoulders, they stood out in the tank top he had on, squared and perfect, even the way his body was proportioned, the man really was gifted, he wished he looked like that.

Now he could see the remaining of Spade's tattoo that had gotten lost behind his arm, now noticing that it looked endless and he didn't miss the small drawing of tattoos that were peeking out from Spade's tank top, on his back.

He didn't know Spade had tattoos on his back, he wondered what it was, and just how much of Spade's back was covered in tattoos.

He swallowed and looked away quickly before his mind started going places they had no business going, after that day Spade had given him a handjob, they hadn't done anything like that again, and as much as he appreciated Spade for wanting to take things slow, he couldn't help but feel the desire inside him to want to feel that again.

The thing he felt when Spade had touched him, up until the moment he came, he wanted to feel that thrill, that amount of pleasure. He didn't know if touching himself would give him that, given that he'd never touched himself before. But he didn't think touching himself would, he believed only Spade's hand had the power to make him feel that way. And he didn't exactly know how to ask for something like that without feeling embarrassed.

Just thinking about it, his cheeks were already warming up, as he felt a little ashamed for having such thoughts while Spade cooked, God he was beginning to be so corrupt, especially with his thoughts.

Spade turned around and faced Nate, seeing the red on his cheek, he furrowed his brows, as Nate didn't even realize Spade was looking at him or had even dished their food as it was ready. He wondered what the young man was thinking about that brought that red to his cheek. He picked up the food and walked towards where Nate was perched, dropping the food on the counter, he rested his elbow on the counter and looked into Nate's eyes "What are you thinking about that's making your cheek turn red"? He muttered huskily, he knew his breath was fanning Nate's face and he liked that.

The red on Nate's cheek only grew as he lowered his lashes, shielding his eyes away from Spade as he smiled and shook his head, cute. "Nothing" he mumbled, trying not to look at Spade, he averted his eyes to the food on the counter, suddenly feeling the hunger in his stomach

Spade raised his brows up as if he didn't believe Nate, which of course he didn't. "So you're telling me you're not thinking about anything"? He asked teasingly and Nate just shook his head "Not even me"? He asked, now Nate was blushing furiously as he tried to look away from Spade, this only made Spade want to tease him even more.

Now he understood what Matteo felt whenever he teased him, but he bet the feeling he was having was even much more better than Matteo felt, because unlike Nate, he never blushed when Matteo teased him.

He chuckled, before he pulled Nate's face to look at him, before he quickly pecked him. "I'm just messing with you" he muttered and saw the way Nate's brows furrowed and the blush on his cheek slowly faded away. "But I'm sure you were thinking about me to make you blush like that" he added before he sat himself down on the chair, he heard Nate's stomach growl and the young man just looked away, not meeting Spade's eyes as the blush that just left was returning back, making Spade to chuckle out.

"You look so cute when you blush, especially when you blush for me" he muttered against Nate's ear, causing ripples of sweet feeling and goosebumps to erupt on Nate's body, before he pulled the food closer to both of them "Let's eat before it gets cold okay" he muttered and Nate nodded and they both dug into their food.

Nate couldn't deny that Spade was indeed a good cook, now remembering that he didn't get to taste Spade's food the last time he had come here, just when he was about to, Matteo had showed up.

The food was quite exceptional, at least he knew one of them was good in the kitchen, unlike him, he only ever knew how to cook just one type of food, and that's bacon and maybe some pancakes.

They finished and Nate got up and started taking the dishes when Spade stopped him and insisted on doing the dishes, after a while of arguing they decided to do it together.

Spade washed while Nate rinsed. "Where'd you learn to cook like that"? Nate asked as he dried the plate Spade just handed him

"Some I learnt from my mom and the rest I just picked up as I grew" he said, Nate noticed how his facial expression shook a bit when he mentioned his mother, he remembered Matteo telling him that their mother died when they were quite young, he wondered what killed her.

He also remembered Matteo telling him that Spade had killed their father, he wondered how that happened or even why. "What about you"? Spade asked, seeing the look on Nate's face, he was always thinking about something, and Spade wanted to answer his questions as much as he could.

Nate looked at him, eyes opening wide. "Me"? He asked and Spade just chuckled and nodded his head Nate lowered his eyes and looked at the plate spade just gave him "I don't really know how to cook" he said with a chuckle "my dad, he...." He paused, his mind going back to when his mother would want to teach him how to cook and his father would stop her and say she was making him weak and pathetic, he sighed out and continued, looking up at Spade, seeing as the man was watching him with keen interest "He didn't really think cooking was a chore for men" he whispered, Spade could somehow feel the weight of Nate's words but he didn't say anything.

Not because he didn't know what to say, but he didn't think he had to say something, especially since they were done with the dishes, Nate just dropped the last of them and left the kitchen.

Spade was quick to round up and go to the living room, he entered to find Nate on phone, obviously he didn't look relaxed because his shoulders were tensed and his posture wasn't looking relaxed at all.

"I'll be there in a minute" he heard Nate say over the phone, he stood just beside him when Nate dropped the phone, and he still had that unsettling look on, as if he just heard something that was not nice or good.

His face had worried lines and his skin had suddenly gone paler than it usually was. "Who was that"? He asked "what's wrong"? He put his hand on Nate's shoulder, he could also feel the tension in Nate's whole body as he touched him.

"My father" Nate whispered out, his voice almost inaudibly, as if he didn't even want to say it. Hearing Greg's name made Spade to clenched his jaw and tighten his hand on his side. If not for Nate, he never would have stopped his revenge on the man because he deserved everything Spade had wanted to do to him.

"What does he want"? He almost gritted out, as if he could already see Greg in front of him.

"He's at my apartment and he wants to see me" Nate whispered out, Spade almost growled out, he didn't want Nate to go but he didn't think he had a right to stop Nate from going to see his father.

What do you think the man wants? 😳😳