A Whole Latte Sass

by Marguerite Labbe

  Trask looked Felipe over. Those silver shorts Felipe had worn at the con had not left much to imagine. He didn’t think Felipe had anything to worry about. “Your waistline is just fine. I doubt that either the nachos or the whole milk will make a difference considering the amount of energy you expend.”

  Many might consider Trask’s philosophy on life as entirely different from Felipe’s. That he denied himself everything, but he didn’t see it that way. He looked at the way he lived as a conscious choice, to live the best life that he could. Instead of thinking he was making some kind of sacrifice. Attitudes like that had led him right back into bad habits.

  And now he was completely overthinking the symbolism of a whole-milk latte.

  Shaking his head, Trask went and put in the orders for their food and came back carrying Felipe’s latte and his own coffee. Felipe had turned to the game and was firing away at the alien ships swooping toward his digital fighter. “Thanks, man,” he said as Trask set the coffee down. “I haven’t seen one of these games since I had braces. My orthodontist had one in his waiting room. It’s the only reason my mom was able to get me through the door.”

  Trask took the seat opposite him and fired up his own console. “Somehow I cannot picture you with braces.”

  Felipe flashed him that crooked smile. “Oh yeah, I was an awkward teenager, braces, acne, and a gay geek who liked to sew? About the only friend I had in middle school was also my rival. But don’t tell her I consider her a friend. We have a complicated history. Our rivalry makes us better.”

  “Was she awkward-looking in middle school too?” Trask found it easier to talk when he was half concentrating on the game. He didn’t have a chance to overthink every word.

  Felipe made a disgusted sound. “She was adorable from birth and knew it. I was a pretty cute kid, but man, puberty was rough.”

  Trask glanced at him and decided he’d have to have picture evidence to believe that. “So what turned you from the ugly duckling into the swan?”

  Felipe grimaced. He had a wide range of grimaces, this one self-deprecating. “Manual labor. My dad’s a contractor. There is always construction going on in my county. One summer spent sweating in the sun, drinking gallons of water, and working my tail off made vast improvements. It didn’t hurt that the braces were gone by the time I went on to high school. How were your school days? Did you hit that awkward stage, or were you as sexy then as you are now?”

  School had been a series of suspensions, hazy memories, sex, and fights. Trask had looked exactly as he’d been nicknamed, Trashy Trask from the other side of the tracks. “Actually, I dropped out.” Trask met Felipe’s shocked gaze. “I ended up getting my GED later.”

  “And now you own a successful business,” Felipe said and to Trask’s surprise, didn’t try to pry further. “Which just goes to show there are many paths. I tried working for my dad for a couple years after high school. It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but it seemed like a good option while I figured out what I did want. I hated every minute of it. If I want to sweat, I’ll go to the gym or have sex.”

  Trask couldn’t help the chuckle. He never knew what would come out of Felipe’s mouth. “Did you figure it out? Is that what you’re studying in school now?”

  “Well, I always knew I wanted to turn my hobby into a career. It got to the point where I was so wiped out from work I didn’t have the energy to work on my costumes. So I quit Dad, got a job with the DOT, and started taking classes in business at the local college.” Felipe looked down and shook his head at the sound of an explosion from his console. “The aliens skewered me.”

  “Me too.” Trask sat back with his coffee as the serving man came by with their food and a couple small plates. One of the things Trask appreciated about the place was that they didn’t skimp. The nachos were piled high, smothered in cheese, black beans, scallions, and peppers with a healthy dose of sour cream and guacamole on the side. The flatbread was easily big enough for two people and loaded down with vegetables and cheese from one end of the crust to the other.

  “Oh man.” Felipe eyed the food with a greedy expression. “Halvsies?”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Trask put a portion of each on a plate and handed it to Felipe. “Some guys don’t want to share a taste.”

  “You won’t have to worry about that with me. I’m all about the communal food.” Felipe sat back as Trask served himself. “So what made you change your mind about the date? The last time we talked you were big on rules.”

  Trask ate a nacho as he considered his answer. He wasn’t entirely sure what had prompted him to suggest this when Felipe hit him up. He did have his rules and he had them for a reason, but he’d also learned that some rules were outgrown and no longer needed. Maybe it was loneliness. Hell, he didn’t know. He glanced at Felipe, who waited with an air of quiet patience that he was sure wouldn’t last. “I wanted to see you smile.”

  He felt like an idiot for saying something so sentimental, but the grin that blossomed across Felipe’s face quelled that emotion. When Felipe smiled like that, with his whole being, it was like a light dawning. “That has to be one of the best answers I ever heard.” Felipe leaned forward and brushed his fingers over the back of Trask’s hand. “You mean that?”

  “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” Trask replied gruffly, and to his surprise, Felipe glowed even more. “What’s got you so happy? I’m sure you’ve heard better lines.”

  “I’ve heard just about everything.” Felipe shrugged. “Most of the time it’s just words and said just to get me naked. You meant it. Nothing more, nothing less, and that’s rare. I appreciate honesty.”

  “I promise I’m not trying to get into your pants.” Maybe that sounded churlish. Trask would have to be a monk not to appreciate the thought of getting into Felipe’s pants, and he wasn’t that much of an ascetic. “At least not tonight.”

  “Well, I’m definitely trying to get in your pants.” Felipe gave an airy wave as he picked up a slice of the flatbread. “But not tonight.” His dark eyes twinkled wickedly. “We’ve got to save some things for other dates.”

  Other dates…. Just how far did Trask plan on taking this with Felipe? One date and coffee did not make a commitment. Felipe had been hounding Trask for a few months now. He had to give him points for persistence. Planning another date so soon might give the imp ideas that Trask wasn’t ready to tackle. Still, Trask couldn’t deny that he wanted to see Felipe again. He enjoyed the hell out of their conversations.

  “You’ve gotten awfully quiet on me,” Felipe said with a shrewd look. “The thought of more dates have your tongue tied up in anticipation or terror?”

  Trask smiled faintly. “Maybe you can come down early, before our game in a few weeks,” he suggested. He definitely wanted to see if this zing he got when they were together had a little more chemistry than just attraction. He wasn’t going to jump all over a man twenty years younger than him for fleeting hormones. “We’re not getting together until the afternoon. Ryan’s watching the store in the morning. We could do something.”

  Felipe tapped a finger thoughtfully against his lips. “That depends on two things.”

  “Okay, one.” Trask raised a finger.

  “How do you feel about puppies?” Felipe asked, cocking his head.

  “I like puppies just fine,” Trask said slowly, mystified. “Why?”

  Felipe blew out his breath and ran a hand through his hair. “My old girl had her last litter. I’m going to miss her babies. She’s always had the best. Super-smart sweeties. I’ve been taking care of them until they’re old enough to go to new homes. I’d like to bring one of them down to give to Jaydon, Brett and Daphne’s son. I’d trust one of my puppies with him. If we make a day of it, I’d like to bring my favorite too. By then most of the rest of them should be adopted. But Waldo shouldn’t be alone all day until Jaydon claims him. And Sophie’s really special.”

  “You’re not trying to talk me into one of them, a
re you?” Trask hadn’t had a dog since Spaz died years ago. He didn’t have it in his heart to replace the guy. Spaz had been with him through the worst. There had been times when he hadn’t left Trask’s side even to eat. Trask still missed the silly, overactive mutt.

  “No, I just don’t want to leave Sophie all day and half the night. My mom’s working at the hospital that day, and Dad’s taking my sister to DC for some nerd thing. I suppose I could ask my grandparents to keep an eye on them, but… don’t laugh; these puppies will be gone soon, and they’re the last. Could I bring them with me? They will have had all their shots. They’ll be weaned. They’re learning to go outside. If I bring their box and their toys, they shouldn’t be a problem.”

  Felipe was serious, and the pleading look he sent Trask’s way would’ve been hard for anyone to resist. Spaz used to come with him to the store, Trask remembered with a smile. He’d loved it. He had his own dog bed behind the register and his favorite customers who stopped by just to see him. Trask had even built a little fenced-in yard out back and a doggie door so he could come and go.

  “If you keep an eye on them, I don’t mind. We can go for a walk by the river, wear them out before the game.” There was a little spot in the back room where they could put Felipe’s box. “Though you might have plenty of adoption offers before the end of the day if they’re as cute as you say.”

  Felipe whipped out his phone and brought up a picture of an adorable rust-colored pup with lively eyes. “That’s Sophie. She’s got a lot more of the Irish setter in her than the others. But she’s the smartest one of the bunch.”

  “What else is in their mix?” Trask asked, picking up the phone. His heart tugged at the sight of those eyes starting up at the camera with bright curiosity. Oh, she was going to be a heartbreaker.

  “They are mutts through and through. Mom’s an Irish setter, golden retriever mix, the dad’s German shepherd and black Labrador, though there may be something else in there as well.” Felipe made a face. “He’s getting on there in years too.”

  “They are going to be big dogs.” Trask handed the phone back. His Spaz had been part Jack Russell terrier. He’d had to be inventive to keep up with him, give him things to do or else his dog got bored. And when Spaz had gotten bored, he’d lived up to his name. He could see from the expression of pride on Felipe’s face that he loved his dogs as much as Trask had loved Spaz.

  “No lie there,” Felipe said easily, “but eager to please and easily trained. I’m really working with them now to get the basics down before they leave. A dog like that, with that much energy, will get into anything out of sheer curiosity.”

  Trask was taken in by that picture of Sophie, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for another dog in his life. Spaz had left a hole when he passed, old and full of his dignity. “It’ll be good to have a dog at the Den again, even if just for a day. The place felt empty without my boy.”

  “You had a dog there once?” Felipe’s eyes lit up with interest.

  “Yeah, he passed on about five years ago.” Trask pulled up a favorite picture of his, of Spaz sitting on the stool behind the counter, looking as if he was ready to have a conversation. “That was Spaz.”

  Felipe took the phone and grinned at the picture. “I imagine he kept you hopping.”

  “You’d imagine right.”

  Trask’s worries about knowing what to talk about faded as the evening continued. Felipe was never at a loss for things to say, and he drew Trask in without leaving him feeling like he was being interrogated. They traded pet stories as they finished their meal, and then Felipe bought another round of coffee before they attempted to one-up each other in their Galaga scores.

  When the after-bar crowd came in, Trask realized with a pang how late it was. “You going to be okay getting home?” he asked as Felipe rose and stretched.

  “With the amount of caffeine I have pumping through my veins, I’ll be wired until I hit the bridge. My house isn’t far beyond that.” Felipe held out his hand and tugged Trask to his feet. “Walk me out to my car?”

  “Yeah.” Trask left extra tip money on the game top and headed out with Felipe. The night air was a cold slap in the face after the warmth of the coffeehouse, and Trask slung an arm around Felipe’s shoulders. The parking lot was dark, the dim streetlamps on the corner providing little illumination, and the lot needed to be repaved, which was a common enough sight around the city.

  Felipe paused by a battered, used four-door sedan with a dog bed in the back seat. “Does your Lady give you sad eyes when you take off without her?” Trask asked as he turned toward Felipe. They were almost the same height, and when he slid his arms around Felipe’s waist, he fit against him like he belonged there. Once again Trask wondered what the hell he was doing, but then Felipe’s strong arms wrapped around his neck, and Trask told that nagging voice to shut up.

  “Every damn time,” Felipe breathed before his lips were on Trask’s. It was like a shooting star, a burst of bright light on the horizon and then a long streak of fire. Trask pulled Felipe closer, learning every nuance of Felipe’s generous mouth. And underneath the fire of that kiss was the realization they were both holding back. Any more and he suspected they’d scorch each other.

  The night air ceased to be cold as Trask eased back with reluctance. Kissing Felipe was an experience he’d remember for a long while. “You never mentioned the second condition for our pregame date.” It was a stall, and from Felipe’s smile, he recognized the tactic.

  “Next weekend is the last weekend for the Renaissance Faire. You should meet me there.” Felipe’s gaze dropped to Trask’s lips. “I’m going with some friends. That will take the pressure off it being a date, and we still get to see each other.”

  Trask hadn’t been to the Faire in Maryland in years. He’d always had a good time, though. “I’ll think about it.” It was a long drive, and he’d need to make sure the store was covered. But he hadn’t taken a full day off since last Christmas, so he doubted Ryan would mind. “What about your puppies? They going to be fine by themselves?”

  “I won’t be gone as long, and I’ll get Mariana to entertain them. She’ll love it.” Felipe caught Trask’s lower lip and gave it a friendly nip. “Don’t disappoint me.”

  “Can you be an absolute brat if I do?” Trask asked, still holding Felipe close to him. He had missed this, a touch of the hand, a close embrace. And the thought of a bratty Felipe was more amusing than off-putting.

  “Absolutely.” Felipe brushed his mouth across Trask’s, leaving him wanting more. Then he slipped away. Trask watched him back out of the parking lot, his lips still tingling as he half smiled. Well, at least Felipe was honest. And if Trask were honest with himself, he’d admit that he’d dearly love to see Felipe again before their game.

  Chapter Six

  “I FEEL completely underdressed,” Theo said as he turned around in a slow circle, goggling at everyone thronging the Faire before eyeing Felipe and Morris as he faced them again.

  “Told you,” Morris grumbled, raising his eyebrow at his fiancé. “I even offered to not wear anything under my kilt as an incentive, despite the chill, and you still didn’t take me up on the idea of dressing in a costume.”

  Felipe rolled his eyes and adjusted his hat with its long, elegant plume. “You have your priorities screwed.” He scanned the crowd and the jumble of costumed people, both visitors and staff. Trask’s last text indicated he was parking, which meant he should be here soon. “Not only are you missing out on the fun, you denied yourself one of your fantasies. Silly man.”

  Morris had gone full out, but then again he always did. He’d chosen to add a rich blue old Eliot tartan to his collection, and he’d bought new knee-high leather boots and a kilt pin for the occasion. The wide belt, sporran, broach, shirt, and leather vest were recycled from last year. With his hair down around his shoulders and a claymore in a sheath at his back, Morris looked ready to kick some serious English ass. “Probably for the best,” Morris admitted.
“This wool is itchy.”

  Theo made an exasperated sound and put his hands on his hips. He definitely looked out of place with the group in his jeans, T-shirt, and worn denim jacket. There were plenty of people running around without costumes on, but within their group, he was utterly alone. “What are you supposed to be?” Theo asked, jutting his chin out toward Felipe.

  Felipe swept off his hat and gave Theo an elegant bow. “Spanish ambassador to the king’s court.” He’d made the doublet, cape, and hat himself, though he’d bought the hose and used his Link boots to complete the look. He’d decided not to bother with a weapon this time. To be honest, the damn rapier got in the way of his flourishes, and he’d never look as competent with it as Morris did with his sword.

  “If Lincoln hadn’t opted out today, I’d be seriously outnumbered. He was worried about being the fifth wheel, but I’m the odd man out.” Theo threw his hands up to the sky. “This guy Trask is on his way, right? Maybe I can count on him to be on my side.”

  “I wouldn’t.” Morris raised up on his toes and shaded his eyes. “Because I think that’s him right there. You might want to hold Felipe back before he spies him and drags him off to his sex bower.”

  Hello, that sounded promising. Felipe leaped onto a tree stump and looked down the path. It took him a moment to pick out Trask from all the other people taking advantage of the clear weather on this last weekend. When he did, a shiver of pure heat went through him. “Oh, fuck me sideways.” He laid his hand on his heart as Morris snorted with laughter. “I think I might swoon.”

  Trask had gone for the Dread Pirate Roberts look sans the mask. Dressed head to toe in black, his billowing shirt partially open, baring his chest, his silvering beard neatly trimmed, he was the sexiest fucking man in the entire Faire. Trask spotted him, lifted his hand, and Felipe’s hormones jumped in response.