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Laine. “You okay, buddy?”
    “Yeah. I’m good. We have to stop this guy, Dev.”
    Dev nodded. “Yeah…yeah we do.”

Chapter Seven
    “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
    Dev sat up in bed blinking and looked around. Laine was nowhere in sight. Laine hadn’t slept well last night. What the devil was the man doing up already?
    “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
    Lainey. Dev grinned and pulled the covers off. Whatever it was Laine had gotten into must not be that dire. His refrain of “oh shit” was quiet and only slightly panicky. Nevertheless, Dev probably ought to check it out.
    “Oh shit. Ooooh shit.”
    The smell of smoke combined with the rising alarm in Laine’s voice had Dev hurrying his pace. The smell came from the other side of the condo.
    Dev stepped through the kitchen door and stifled a laugh.
    Laine was standing in front of the stove in a pair of white sleep pants. In front of him was a two foot flame rising from a skillet on the range. Actually, Laine wasn’t standing, he was hopping from foot to foot, both arms—one with spatula in hand—flapping beside him. “Oh shit, oh shit,” Laine chanted as he leaped from foot to foot.
    Dev looked around for a lid to put over the frying pan. There weren’t any sitting out on the counter.
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    “Lainey—”
    “Ack,” Laine screamed and jumped around to face Dev, one hand flying to his chest, the other brandishing the spatula. “Jesus H. Christ, Dev, you scared the shit out of me.”
    Dev chuckled. “Where are the lids to the pots and pans?”
    Laine used the utensil to point to the lower cabinet to Dev’s left.
    The smoke detector went off before he opened the cabinet door.
    Laine screamed again, jumping almost a foot in the air.
    Dev flinched as he scrounged under the cabinet and grabbed a lid that looked big enough. He passed Laine, who was still bouncing around, holding his hands to his ears now. Dev put the lid on the pan, dousing the flames, and turned the knob to kill the flame. “Open some windows.”
    “It’s so loud.” Laine ran over to the smoke detector and began beating it with the spatula.
    Dev opened the window above the sink and the sliding glass door leading out to a balcony. He was naked, but oh well, the neighbors were just going to get an eyeful because he wanted that annoying beeping to stop.
    Finally it did stop after Laine beat it into oblivion. Dev turned around to find Laine standing over the dead smoke detector, fanning his arms around, trying to get rid of the smoke, coughing.
    It was too much for Dev. He started cackling. He laughed so hard tears filled his eyes. Laine was going to be the death of him.
    “What?”
    “Lainey, you’re a mess. Am I going to have to ban you from cooking in addition to driving?”
    Laine snorted then erupted into a fit of giggles. He threw his hands in the air and tossed the spatula in the sink. “How do you feel about going out to breakf— You’re naked.” Laine’s gaze zeroed in on Dev’s dick and he licked his lips.
    Dev’s cock decided to show off for his mate, filling instantly under that heated gaze. He sucked in a breath and immediately coughed. He fanned his arms, trying to move the air. “Come on, before we suffocate.”
    Laine put both of his hands on Dev’s shoulders and dipped down, preparing to jump on Dev’s back.
    “Watch the—” He reached back to guide Laine’s legs around him.
    Laine’s thighs and knees gripped Dev’s hips, his feet never getting close to Dev’s more tender anatomy.
    “Cock?” Laine kissed his cheek.
    “Yeah.” He pulled Laine’s feet up and wrapped them around his waist, as Laine’s arms enfolded his neck. Ooh, Laine’s naked chest mashed against his back was nice. And, oh man, Laine was hard too.
    Playtime.
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    “Mmm, never fear. I wouldn’t want to bruise it. I like the cock.”
    Dev chuckled. “You’re nuts.”
    “Yup, like those too.”
    Dev grinned and turned his head to kiss Laine’s cheek. He started walking back to the living room. He gave a quick glance to the sliding glass doors in the living room; Laine had pulled those curtains wide open too. Dev chuckled and shook his head. “If I’d known you had every curtain in the place opened, I’d have put some pants on.”
    “I like sunshine.”
    “I see. We’re going to wake up tomorrow and