Chapter 88 88

Chapter 88 88

The week goes by quickly between Andre spending half of his day training and helping

Dylan organize the last six months of his bank transactions.

Andre’s two-a-day practices are finally completed and plopping atop Dylan’s sleeping body as soon as he gets home is a must. 

His sleepy boyfriend doesn’t even budge only wiggling on the couch to make room for Andre to snuggle him better. 

He had no intentions of also falling asleep, but when he wakes up, there’s a blanket now draped over both of them and Dylan is just barely rubbing at his eyes. 

“wha’ time is it?”

“dunno…must’ve fell asleep too”

Denis' laugh is soft from the kitchen, "It’s just past dinner time your brother is here, why don’t you boys wake up and come out back with us? we’re having a family bon-fire night.”

Okay…. Andre is aware that his entire family is outside waiting for them. he knows that ….but they were both sticky from their nap and needed to be refreshed.is it really his fault if he can’t drag himself away from where he has Dylan pressed into the shower tile? he’s just soooooo pretty and tastes so damn good. only a few more minutes of self indulgence won’t hurt anyone. especially not when Dylan let’s out this soft noise that has Andre’s fingers digging into his waist. yeah… a few more minutes is fine.

They finally do drag themselves out but he wasn’t expecting Jay to fly out of his seat immediately practically jumping Dylan with the way he hugs him, 

“you’ve been here for an entire week and I haven’t gotten a single text message.”

Andre watches the way Dylan looks guilty. “Bro, you know it’s been crazy over here.”

"I know, I know, I'm just teasing.” he’s got an arm hooked around Dylan’s and dragging him over to the fire. Unfortunately the only other open chair is on the complete opposite side

He tries not to make his reluctance to take the seat too obvious but Grant is ruffling his hair as soon as he sits down, “don’t you have him like 24/7 now?? relax . I had to watch Jay pace our house for an entire day when he got home—still not entirely sure what hap–“

Andre cuts him off with a sharp glare, “please stop. just not right now.”

Grant’s eyes soften immediately. 

Andre’s always been thankful for the way his brother never demands more. 

Instead Grant offers a teasing smile, “you’re both glowing, you know that right?”

Andre absolutely does know that. because apparently Dylan bought that god forsaken crop top in every color and even though he put one of Andre’s button downs over top of it, his eyes still catch onto the exposed skin and pretty little piercing.

a demon, is what he is.

Andre gets distracted easily by the way Dylan’s head falls backwards as he laughs at whatever he, Jay and his father are talking about right now. 

It’s jarring to see just how easily Dylan falls into place here. like he’s exactly where he was always meant to be.

Hyeri is bouncing around from all of them, but it’s no secret the way she clings to Dylan asking him to push her on the swing asking him for help getting juice asking him to build smores.

At one point Andre has no choice but to intervene swooping her over his shoulder, “why don’t you let Dylanie relax too hmm? do you really need a fourth smore?” Hyeri laughs and squirms against him, “papa said I can have as many as I want because it’s summer!”

Andre gives his father a questioning look but when he’s met with raised hands a smile he realizes what a sucker the man is.

He takes her over to the seat he was in by Grant and drops her delicately. “Ask Grant to make you one. you missed him soooooo much remember?”

Maybe it's a tiny bit mean to use Hyeri to get his way, but now that the chair closest to his baby is open, Andre takes it easily, reaching over to hug around Dylan’s middle. 

One hand slipping between the opened button down top and resting on the warm skin he finds.

“havin’ a good time baby?” Dylan nods, one hand gently resting on Andre’s arm and leaning into the touch when he squeezes him. “This is nice…I’ve never done this before.”

“have a bon fire?” he shrugs, voice soft just for them to hear, “yeah… and like …a family.”