Benefits of Having a Househusband: Chapter 2 - They have talents you don’t
aka, 10 times Jay being a househusband worked in Erin’s favour
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“God, I need to get me a man that can cook. You’re lucky, Erin. Adam’s idea of cooking these days is grilled cheese or takeout on plates,” Burgess commented jealously over the phone when Erin apologised for not being able to join her for a drink as Jay was making them dinner that evening.
Erin laughed, knowing full well that Ruzek’s current idea of cooking matched hers on any day. Although, she rarely had the courtesy to bother with plates for takeout.
Leaning against her boyfriend’s fridge, she observed him move around the kitchen smoothly, clearly knowing exactly what he was doing. Something she had no clue, not even as he had tried to teach her numerous times over the past year. Cooking just wasn’t her forte.
“Jay likes to think he’s the next Masterchef,” she remarked teasingly, catching the man in question’s gaze as he glanced up her, midway through chopping the vegetables he needed to make them a stir fry.
“I’m sorry, did you want to eat or…?” he asked in dramatic scepticism, arching a brow. Erin nodded sheepishly, pursing her lips and adding an innocent smile for good measure. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Saying goodbye to Burgess, she hung up the phone and watched Jay work for a moment. His kitchen wasn’t as big as hers, but it definitely saw more use by its owner. And though they spent significantly more time at her apartment than his, she did enjoy the rare nights they were at his too. There was something calming about being surrounded by his things, his life, his scent. Though Erin was sure all she needed these days was to be spending time with him to be happy.
“Baby,” she began in an overly sweet tone, dropping her voice to a huskier timbre she knew he couldn’t resist when he failed to acknowledge her. “I was just teasing, you know.”
“Hmm,” Jay hummed noncommittally, and she could tell he was forcing all of his attention to the job at hand right then.
Stepping closer, Erin reached out and trailed her fingers tantalisingly up his arm. When she failed to gain any sort of reaction, she moved behind him and rested her hands on his waist, pressing herself up against his back.
“Are you mad?” she asked with a small, playful pout, chin on his shoulder so she could whisper the words right into his ear.
“Are you going to make it up to me?” Jay shot back lightly, causing her to tilt her head in consideration.
“How mad are you?” she questioned in between trailing her lips in feather-touch kisses down the side of his neck, burying her smile in his shoulder when she felt him tense up at her ministrations. “Do you want me to grovel on my knees?”
Jay let out a low, choked laugh, which Erin considered a win regardless of the fact that he yet somehow had the brain function to carry on cooking for them. “Sweetheart, if you’re getting on your knees, it won’t be for grovelling.”
“Good to know,” she murmured, pressing one final kiss to his shoulder before retreating back to the fridge for a beer for the two of them, ignoring the rough growl he let out at the loss of contact after she had no doubt riled him up. It would be far too easy to convince him to take him to bed right then, but they both knew eating before sex only made their nights better.