After they finished eating the main dish, Issac picked up a couple of rolled egg slices with a set of chopsticks and placed them on Ink’s plate. “This is actually dessert. It’s a concoction I cooked up after watching a vlogger making the Japanese kind.” He dipped a spoon in a warm cup of maple syrup and lightly drizzled it over the egg before motioning Markus to try it.

“It has mashed banana mixed in with the egg to give it a sweet taste. Add that to the maple syrup, and it’s beyond good.” Issac dished some of the egg onto his own plate and repeated the process with the syrup.

Markus cut the piece of roll with his fork before tentatively placing the bite in his mouth. His eyes rounded, then he raised his head with a “mmmm” sound. He obviously liked it.

Issac grinned and gave the extra pieces to the muscled man in front of him. He wasn’t sure what he liked more, the fact that Markus enjoyed his cooking so much, or the fact that he did so without his shirt on. That perfectly sculpted chest was covered in ink. It was really a good dessert. And the rolled egg wasn’t bad either.

As Ink finished the last bite of the banana rolled egg, a fist began insistently knocking on the front door. The two roommates looked at each other in question.

“Were you expecting anyone?” Markus asked as he stood up.

Issac shook his head, “No, today is my day off. No one was scheduled over.”

The two stood and walked towards the door. Issac led the way by only a slight bit. After everything that happened yesterday, he wasn’t sure he wanted to answer it. His hand hovered over the lock as the person on the other side continued knocking.

Hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. A massive inked back moved in front of him, as Markus took over.

The man peaked out the peephole before unlocking the door and cracking it open slightly. “Can I help you?” Markus leaned his shoulder against the doorjamb, looking lazy but still lethal. Whoever was on the other side of the door would either be intimidated or faint from the sex appeal.

“Who are you? Where is Issac?” The words were ripped out with perfect precision. They dripped with arrogance and disdain.

Issac would know that voice anywhere, “It’s my agent, Dalton.” Ice reassured the man protecting him.

Markus looked back at him with a wink and allowed the door to open farther. Standing on the other side was Issac’s butler-esque agent. He had on a sweater vest over a long-sleeved designer button-up shirt and khaki pants.

The man glared at Ink, then whipped his head over to stare at Issac. “You weren’t answering your phone,” he accused.

“Ah, I broke it last night. I planned to replace it today.” Issac began to feel like a little kid who got caught, shirking his duties.

“Who is this...” Dalton looked Markus up and down with distaste, “person?”

Markus narrowed his eyes and smoothly moved to stand next to Issac. He wrapped an arm around the shorter man’s shoulders and held out his other tattoo-covered hand, “Call me Ink. I’m Issac’s boyfriend.”

The younger man stiffened in shock and blinked a few times before the word really sank in. Boyfriend?!

“Boyfriend!” Dalton’s voice dripped like poison as it sounded out the word, ignoring the outstretched hand.

While Issac was still digesting this, Markus continued, “Yep. We met at a convention, and I knew I had to have him. He’s such a cute little button.” Ink gently tapped Issac’s nose with the tip of his finger. “We’ve been chatting ever since, but we finally decided to take a big step forward last night.”

“Big step?” Dalton raised one cultured eyebrow.

“Yep,” He hugged Issac tighter to his side. “We’ve moved in together!” He then bent slightly to kiss Issac on the side of his head.

Dalton’s gaze narrowed in on Issac, pinning the man to the spot. “Is this true?”

The question finally made Issac’s brain ratchet back into place. Markus obviously had a reason for this charade. Issac wrapped his arm around Ink’s waist, his hand resting on bare skin. He had to force himself not to be distracted by the warmth and texture under his touch. He blushed, cleared his throat, and nodded at Dalton. “It’s true. It was that convention six months ago. The one at SRG’s headquarters.” Issac chose that specific convention because Dalton had urgent business come up and hadn’t accompanied him.

“Was there a reason for your visit, dude? Today was supposed to be Issac’s day off. We have plans.” Markus said the last part in a soft rumble as he looked at Issac. There was a promise in the man’s eyes as if he were saying, “I’m going to enjoy making you come undone.”

Even though he knew that Markus was straight, Ice couldn’t help but heat up under such stimulus. God, this man was sex on a stick. This was a really bad idea. There were going to be a lot of cold showers in his future.