Try as he might, Jack couldn’t get over the jealousy that’d been brewing inside of him ever since his date with Rhys last night.

No one had hit on his boyfriend, or even said anything untoward to him, no. Honestly, the date had gone pretty smoothly, and Rhys looked happy and pleased with his plate of surf and turf.

A little too pleased, actually. The moan Rhys had let out the moment that delicate piece of buttered lobster tail had touched his tongue was still burned into Jack’s mind, fueling his fuming into the next day.

Jack always cooked his best meals under stress.

Rhys walked in just as Jack placed the finishing touches, rounding the corner into the kitchen with a confused look on his face. Before he had a chance to ask what exactly Jack was up to, he was already pushing Rhys into the living room and down into a chair.

“Uh…whatever you’re doing, it smells good?” Rhys smiled through his confusion as Jack tied a napkin around his neck and gave him a small pat to the shoulder. “What’s the occasion?”

“Oh, no occasion sugar, can’t I just spoil my favorite Rhysie whenever I feel like it?” Jack called as he hopped back to the kitchen, retrieving the meal hidden under the ornate cloche and a bundle of silverware before returning to Rhys’ side. He raised his eyebrows at the single plate as Jack pulled up another chair right besides him and unfurled the silverware onto another napkin, this one a deep golden-yellow.

“You’re not going to eat anything?”

“Later, baby, later. Right now, I wanna just focus on you.”

“Okaaaay.” Rhys looked skeptical, but couldn’t be too concerned when Jack pulled up the cloche and revealed the dish underneath. A pretty broiled filet mignon, topped with lobster baked in truffle butter, paired with tender macaroni and cheese and some crispy brussels sprouts. Jack preened with pride at the look on Rhys’ face.

“I know you had a fancy dinner last night, pumpkin, but I guarantee you this is gonna blow that outta the water.” Jack gently pushed away Rhys’ hands with a tut as he reached for the knife and fork.

“Is…is that what this is about? Jack, you don’t have to prove you’re better at cooking, I already—“ Jack shushed his boyfriend with a wave of his hand before he started to cut into the steak, the juices flowing out red and lustrous over the plate. Jack could see Rhys licking his lips out of the corner of his eyes. He smirked, spearing the piece of steak and part of the lobster on the fork before he raised it up to Rhys’ mouth.

“Here. Taste.” Rhys didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned forward, taking the delicate bite from the fork and finally giving Jack his long-sought after moan.

Something satisfying rolled in his stomach as he watched Rhys relish in the food, a pleased smile spreading over his face as he swallowed.

“Mmmm, oh god Jack,” Rhys practically purred as he opened his eyes halfway, lapping the drop of butter and tender juice from his lips. “That’s amazing.”

“Yeah?” Jack grinned as he scooped up a forkful of the macaroni, pairing it with the brussels sprouts before bringing it to Rhys’ lips. Another moan rolled up from his boyfriend’s throat as he chewed, noise again going right to Jack’s dick.

“It’s perfect,” Rhys complimented, fawning tone in his voice almost too thick, but if even if he was just buttering him up, playing the part, Jack didn’t care. He found himself far too into feeding Rhys, hearing the pleasure in his voice as he filled him with food.

Soon enough the plate was cleared of every last scrap of food, the meal disappeared down into Rhys’ satisfied belly. He licked his lips and placed a hand atop his middle. Jack’s fingers snaked over, eager to feel, but Rhys’ pushed him back with with a coy grin.

“Oh no, not yet, handsome. What about dessert?”

Jack’s heart stopped. Shit. He hadn’t even planned any dessert.

But he always took pride in thinking on his feet.

“Dessert? Sure, pumpkin.” Jack patted Rhys’ thigh before rising to his feet, trying to ignore the arousal brewing in his stomach for just a little bit longer. “You just sit tight, cupcake, I’ll bring it right out.”

Maybe once he plied Rhys with the fanciest ice cream sundae he could throw together, the kid would let Jack get his hands on him.