“Cinnamon. Ginger. Cumin. That’s a good one.”
“What are you talking about?” Isaac asked, looking over at Jonas.
“You were talking about the perfect seasons. I was coming up for some good seasonings for you.”
Isaac laughed and tossed a pillow from the couch at his boyfriend. Is that what they were now? “You are such a goof sometimes.” Though it had been a long time since they’d fallen into this. He could only hope it was back for good. “And you know that wasn’t what I was talking about. Or have you been thinking about eating me? Should I be worried?”
Jonas laughed and sent him what Isaac had always dubbed his naughty smile. “I think about tasting you all the time.”
Isaac went to throw another pillow at him, but there weren’t anymore on his side of the couch. And Jonas twisted so he could press Isaac back against the arm of the couch. “Your mom,” Isaac said. “She’s in the kitchen. Your sister’s upstairs. Your other siblings will be here.”
“We have time for this,” Jonas said, pressing a hard kiss to his lips. When he pulled back, he was still grinning. “Yes, cinnamon would be a good seasoning for you.”
Well. I didn’t really know where that one was gonna go when I started it. Got a little warmer in here than I expected. *fans self* Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was “season”, and it got a little spicy on me.