Lazy Sunday

Who: Brian and Domino
When: Late afternoon
Where: Bummin’ around the house

No monsters, no work, no stress, life was good. Domino and Brian were lounging in bed, having pulled the TV into the room so they didn’t have to move all day if they didn’t want to, they were watching some ‘Sunday Afternoon Feature Movie’ on cable that was something random from the 80s or 70s or something with Tom Selleck in it. Domino was lying cross ways at the end of the bed on his side, trying not to nod off at the cheese on screen. The only thing keeping him alert was when his stomach started to growl.

With a small sigh Dom rolled onto his back and looked over at the other man in bed, an arm draped over his bare stomach. “You know what day today feels like?” He asked with a content smile.

Brian wasn't going much better at staying awake. He was comfortable, he was warm, he was a doped up on tylenol against the healing cuts, he had Domino right there next to him... and he was putting off worrying about anything he had to worry about. Just for today. Just for right then. So, really, it was mostly a combination of pride and liking to watch Tom Selleck, no matter how cheesy the movie, that was keeping him awake.

At the question out of the blue, he blinked his eyes fully open, out of the half-mast they'd fallen to, and reached over for his hand. "What does it feel like?"

"It feels like a grilled cheese and tomato soup day." Domino stated. It may sound funny, but it was what his sisters and he used to eat on weekends that had this 'lazy day' feel to it. It may be nothing really, but it was kind of nostalgic.

"Mmm." Brian smiled and brought Domino's hand to his mouth for a little kiss. "That does sound kinda good. Usually I have that on lazy rainy days-- comfort food, you know how that goes. That a suggestion that we go eat now, then?"

He looked down at his tummy as it let out a little growl again. “It’s talkin’.” Domino said with a smile as he looked back up to Brian. “I’m not in control anymore.”

"Well, we'd better do something about your talking, mind-controlling tummy, then, huh?" Brian chuckled. "I think Tom can just miss us for a few minutes." He pushed himself up, wincing a little at various cuts pulling-- after half-reclining in one position for the last couple hours, nothing wanted to move-- and swung his feet over the side of the bed.

Domino pushed himself up his left foot had fallen asleep due to the way his legs hand been positioned on the bed for so long- he made a bit of a face. "You ok?" He asked the boyfriend, noticing the wince. Dom reached out and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Pain killers wearing off?" He asked as he flexed the sleepy ankle, and shivering slightly as the pins and needled shot up his leg.

"Wasn't pain so much as discomfort," Brian admitted, a little reluctantly. "Sitting still too long, I guess. I'll take more after lunch...." He shot Domino a little, sardonic look at the shiver he felt through the hand on his shoulder. "What about you? You might not be as torn up as I am, but you had your own war wounds. How you feelin'?"

Domino shook his head. "Not pain, these are just like skinned knees." He said, which was true, his tolerance was higher than that as some nights in bed should have taught Domino by now. "My foot fell asleep."

"Oh, your foot," Brian laughed, leaning over-- and this time ignoring the twinges-- to pat the offending, pins-and-needles foot. "Well, that's a much worse affil-- affl-- problem, isn't it." With one last pat, he levered himself up using the bedstand and Domino's knee, wondering if he ought to be using crutches or something. Nah, probably not. Though his cane might be a good idea....

Domino let out a pathetic little squeaky-whimper as the pins and needles were adjitated. "I hate you." He pouted as he slowly stood to walk off the sensation. "But too good in bed to give up." He teased, as he walked in a little circle.

"Yeah, yeah, that's all I am to you, a good fuck," Brian snorted good-naturedly, and started limping for the door. He even gave the werecat's butt a swat on his way past him, grinning. It was just such a tempting target, even with boxers on it.

Domino padded after Brian, his footsie feeling better. He laughed at the buttsmack and his voice dropped a seductive octive. "Are you trying to turn me on?" Ok, so that was kinda a silly question coming from the healthy appetited mancat.

"You don't need any help with that," Brian countered, though he did look over his shoulder and wink at Domino before continuing out to the kitchen. His cane appeared in his hand halfway there. Goddamn fucked up... everything. "But right now, I thought you wanted food."

Oh damn, Brian was right. Domino made a little face, stupid tummy. "You know we're going to have to figure out a way-" That didn't get so sticky. "-to combine actions easier." He said as he followed, already pondering ways.

"I can think of a lot of ways," Brian said with a grin, not looking back to show off said grin just yet. Instead, he leaned the cane against the cupboards and used the counter for support as he got out dishes, first and foremost. "I'm kinda surprised you aren't suggesting them right now, honestly. I thought you were the dirty-minded one, not me."

"Oh no." Domino shook his head. "I can think of plenty of ways... they just all end up very... sticky, and not the good kind. Always have to take a shower afterward." He informed as he pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. "Want help?" He asked.

"Taking a shower afterward is prob'ly a good idea, anyway," Brian chuckled. "But y'know, that's what your tongue is for. C'mon, man, be creative." He finally looked over at him, grinning to show how he was teasing. "What you want for breakfast? Then I'll tell you if you can help."

Domino tilted his head at the man. "I thought we'd already figured that out. Grilled cheese and tomato soup." He said, looking over at the clock. "Little late for breakfast anyhow." Dom laughed a bit. "I threw you off your game with all the talk about food-sex didn't I? Maybe I should think about picking up some whipped cream from the store?"

"Shit," Brian laughed, stopping in the middle of pulling out the eggs and then putting them back. "My brain is apparently other places, yeah. Grilled cheese and tomato soup. And whipped cream at some point, because that sounds really damn good. But it's never too late for breakfast." He got out a stirring spoon and pointed it at Domino for emphasis. "Faster you learn that, the happier you'll be. You wanna help, get out the soup can and the can opener for me." Yes, he started with a soup mix-- so sue him. He liked how they did it. He just added his own tidbits to the base.

Domino saluted. "Yes sir." He said as he got up and walked to the cabinet that held the dried food and grabbed up the soup- he was lucky he'd picked some up at the store the other day. "Soup." He said as he placed it on the counter and went to look for the opener in one of the drawers- took him two times to get it right, he was still getting to know the kitchen.

"Now that would make a mess," Brian mused as he went for the bread, butter, and mayonnaise. Yes, mayo. He had his own way of making grilled cheese. "Soup, I mean." That also proved that his brain was still in other places.

Domino chuckled as he placed the opener on the counter. "You must have a good influence in your life." If the man wasn't in so much pain he'd probably be laying on the floor looking up at the ceiling by now.

"Is the good influence talking about my comment about the soup or my makings of our sandwiches?" Brian asked with a wry grin, getting out a few slices of bread to butter up. He'd had people ask him why the hell he had mayo out for grilled cheese before, so it could very well be that, but maybe Domino wasn't into messy sex. Though that seemed out of character for him.

“The soup.” He replied. Domino was kinda kinky when it came to things, but getting too messy just wasn’t something he enjoyed. “Speaking of, want me to open it up?” He asked, meaning the can of soup.

"I wouldn't do anything with soup, anyway," Brian chuckled. "Just eat it. And yes, please, go ahead and open it." He finished up the butter on one side of each piece of bread. Then, levitating the bread so he didn't get butter on the plate or his hand, he spread mayo on the other side. "And just dump it in the pot there. And get out the garlic and onions?"

Domino did as instructed. It wasn't the 'must add milk/water' soup so it poured nicely and didn't make that 'shhlop' sound as it came out of the can. "So I've been thinking." If they could talk and cook, Domino figured this was as good a time as any to bring this up. He pulled the fridge and crouched to get to the drawer with the veggies.

"And what have you been thinking?" Brian asked, half-absently as he tossed a couple slices of bread onto the waiting skillet, butter side down and mayo side up. He laid the cheese on, then the other pieces of bread, and popped on a lid. "And how dark do you like your grilled cheese?"

"Light brown." He replied as he pulled out the garlic and onions and brought them to the counter. "I was thinking that I moved in here really quick and we didn't talk about things before hand. You know about important stuff... like rent."

Light brown, it is. Brian heated up the stove more gradually this time, rather than simply making it instantly hot, like usual. He wanted to give the cheese plenty of time to melt. "Rent, huh. What, do you want to be paying me to live here?" He didn't really like the idea of Domino paying him rent. It was bad enough to be sleeping with your employee; making him an official tenant, too, just seemed to make it worse. Maybe they could work something out with the utilities....

Domino shrugged. "I don't know." He said as he pulled out a knife for the veggies. "I just... feel a little bad. I mean I'm not objecting to having a sugar daddy..." He grinned. "But I don't think of you as one."

"I'm not charging you rent. Bad enough I'm paying you, without taking it back again." Brian checked at the temperature and state of the cheese; not melted yet. "We'll figure out something for you to help out with utilities, or I'll make you buy the groceries-- well, on second thought, don't think I'd trust you with that all the time...." He shrugged, then lifted the lid to flip the sandwiches. "We'll figure something out so you're not a freeloader or anything, but... no formal rent. Don't think I could take that."

“Ok. I just don’t want to be one of ‘those guys’.” Which was curiously something that Domino didn’t normally care about. “So, veggie chopping?” If Brian trusted him with the knife.

"You could never be like anybody else," Brian chuckled fondly, flipping the burner on under the soup, so it could start heating up while they chopped. "You take the onions, I'll take the garlic." But first, get Domino's sandwich off the skillet. Brian liked his a bit more crispy....

"Thank you... I think..." Domino chuckled as he started to chop onion. "You know... I'm glad I moved in." He said, looking over at Brian. "I don' think I told y'that yet." He smiled a little before turning back to the onions. The funny thing was... he really did feel that way.

Brian smiled over at him, then stepped over just enough to lean and kiss him gently. "Don't let those onions get you all sappy, now," he warned, though it was quiet when he said it, and the expression said more than the words. He was pretty glad Domino had moved in, too.