"Just until we leave. I'm flat sitting," he explained without going into too much in depth about it. Keys and wallet on the kitchen counter, Simon put the bags on the sofa and went to grab some plates from the elegant, backlit full glass cabinets. He normally just used paper since he hated cleaning up, but Peter was a fancy sort of bloke and Simon was trying to prove his worth and his ability to care for the younger man. Real silverware it was too. "Been at it for a little over a year now. The owner's rarely in town so he lets me stay if I feed the cat and water the plants. You can take a look around. I'll put out dinner."

Simon's bedroom might have been the smallest but it was still incredibly nice. There were posters on the wall, a nice television and a closet overflowing with clothing. One of the bathrooms had an amazing tub. There was a jacuzzi on the balcony. The couch was made out of leather-- Poor Peter. It was all right to be flabbergasted.

When he returned, Simon had made up two plates of food, poured some wine, and set the table with some cloth napkins. He'd taken off his leather coat and was just lounging back against the ornate wood, watching Peter approach with bright eyes.