WIP Wednesday - SCNC Ch 5
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I’ve been a little slow on the updates, but I’ve been chipping away at the next installment of my SoCal to NorCal series, so here is a little snippet of my three babies under the cut:
Joel surveys the kitchen and nods, satisfied with the cleaning job. He checks his watch and clears his throat. “Well, guess I better bounce before the client rips Tommy’s head off,” he mutters, slight irritation edging his voice. Despite him taking the day off of work to spend more time with you and Frankie, Tommy called him up early this morning, panic clear in his voice, to explain that one of the younger workers had accidentally punched a ladder through a client’s window. The homeowner is incensed and demanding to speak to the business owner; Joel has no choice but to head out to address it. “We’ll be fine, honey,” you reassure him, putting your romance novel down and padding into the kitchen in your slippers. You wrap him in your arms from behind, encircling his torso. “You know you’re always better at fixing this sort of thing than Tommy is.” He shakes his head, huffs out a breath, and spins around to face you. His large hands land on your hips and pull you flush to his body. “I know, but there’s a reason I took today off,” he sighs, squeezing you gently in his grip, then glances over to Frankie. “Two, actually.” A small, shy smile pulls on Frankie’s full lips when he meets Joel’s gaze, then looks back down to finish drying the saute pan with the sage green striped kitchen towel in his hands. “Don’t worry,” Frankie says, “I won’t let her get us into too much trouble.” You gasp in faux indignance, holding a hand to your heart. “First of all, I would never,” you retort, your rebellious streak kicking in. “Secondly, I can do whatever the hell I want, and you can’t do shit about it.” Joel’s eyebrow lifts at your attitude, but before he can say a word, a crack sounds next to him and you yelp, jumping slightly and rubbing your buttcheek. He turns to Frankie, who holds the towel in a diagonal rolled shape, having snapped it at your ass. “Careful, nena,” Frankie teases, mischief sparkling in his molten chocolate eyes. “You may very well do whatever you want, but you’ll find that some things come with consequences later.” He smirks, and your jaw drops in (half-real) shock. Joel’s eyes flit between the two of you. “Glad to know I’m not the only one who can handle your sass,” he chuckles, lightly spanking your other buttcheek. He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “We’ll miss you,” you murmur against his lips, then pull back to look at his face. Your thumb strokes lightly along his jawline. His eyes soften. “Counting on it, baby.” Joel steps back from you and walks towards the door. As he passes Frankie, his hand drags across the other man’s broad back and bicep. You sense Frankie’s breath catching as he meets Joel’s eyes once again. “Take care of her for me, hmm?” he says to Frankie, who nods and swallows. Joel laces up his shoes, then grabs his keys from the key rack by the door. Swinging the door open, he takes one last look over his shoulder at the two of you. “I love you.” “I love you too,” you respond, and you swear you hear Frankie’s breath catch next to you. That flutter in your gut comes back full force.
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