“No, you’re not,” Steel said. “You’ve got three different kinds on the top shelf of the utility closet, right next to the zip ties.”
“He’s got zip ties?”
“Seems to have a fascination with them, with how many are in there,” Steel replied.
“It’s called being prepared,” Rebel declared. “I forgot about the rope, though.”
“Surrrreeee you did,” Steel teased.
“Next you’ll tell me the utility closet spawns rope the way the cupboard mass produces coconut flakes,” I pointed out.
“It’s chaos gremlins,” Rebel said. “Has to be.”
“The only chaos gremlin here is you,” Steel said, tugging him into a kiss to muffle his protests.
“I’m just going to put this over here before it hurts somebody,” I said, removing the coconut flake container from thecounter and skimming the room for an out-of-the-way place to stash it so it wouldn’t accidentally get used again.
“You can just pour those out,” Rebel said. “I don’t even like coconut flakes.”
“Which brings me right back to the question of why you have them,” I said.
Rebel just shrugged and shook his head. “Fuck if I know.”
“And on that note, I’ll be going now,” Steel declared. “Try to keep him out of trouble while I’m gone.”
“Who’s gonna keep him out of trouble?” Rebel asked as I dumped the coconut flakes in the trash.
Steel looked between us, lips pressed into a tight, grim line before lobbing Rebel’s line back at him. “Fuck if I know.”
His laughter trailed behind him as he left the room, leaving me to study Rebel as he stood there fiddling with his phone.
“Ya know, it would be one hell of a sight for him to walk back in here and find you zip tied to a chair with me riding you,” I said.
Rebel barely caught his phone before it hit the ground, and even then, he bobbled it and had to lunge to secure it.
“And I’m the one whose supposed to be trouble,” Rebel said, depositing the phone on the counter. “Why is it you only show your true colors when we’re the only ones in the room?”
“Can’t have any eyewitnesses,” I said. “Now, how about those zip ties?”
“I’ll get them,” Rebel said. “You go pick a chair.”
He joined me in the living room, his clothes discarded sometime during the trip, to line zip ties, lube, and condoms along the edge of the coffee table.
“Thought you were hungry?” he said as I pointed to the only chair that could conceivably work for what I had planned.
The sturdy wooden wing backed one that looked like it had been carved from the trunk of a tree.
“Are you fishing for a cheesy line right now?” I asked.
“Maybe.”
“Fine,” I said as I wrapped the first zip tie around his ankle. “I’m hungry, just not for food.”
“You can do better than that,” he replied, stroking my hair while he still had the chance.
“I’m always hungry…for you,” I said, wagging my eyebrows at him.
He completely cracked up at that, making it difficult for me to secure his other ankle until he settled down.