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“That smells amazing!” Harris shouted hanging his jacket up beside the door as he walked in. “What are you making?” He asked taking a seat at the kitchen island as Troy handed him a cold drink before turning back to the cooker.
“It’s just Steak.”
“It smells great. I can’t remember the last time a man actually made me dinner.”
“What about the slow cooker?” Troy teased, smiling when Harris laughed loudly. “Well I’m sorry to disappoint but this isn’t for you.”
“It’s not?”
“No, it’s for Chiron.”
“You’re cooking for Chiron?” Harris asked, staring at the back of Troy’s head, confused.
At the mention of his name Harris saw Chiron shift at the side of Troy’s feet, turning his head away from Troy and the cooker to look at Harris. His stupidly fluffy head tilted to the side with a somewhat smug expression.
Harris stuck his tongue out at him playfully.
“Yeah, I thought he deserved a treat, so I picked it up on my way back from the gym.” Troy said letting his hand fall to ruffle Chiron’s head as he spoke. Harris was not jealous. “Plus he took care of you while I was on the road. He deserves it.”
“Took care of me?” Harris snorted. “He wasn’t the one taking me out for walks or feeding me twice a day. I did that for him.”
“He looked after you emotionally.”
Harris opened his mouth to protest but Troy was right. Despite failing as a therapy dog Chiron was a good companion when Troy was on the road with the team.
Harris had been the one to adopt Chiron, it was his signature at the bottom of the adoption form and his name was registered at the veterinary surgery. He handled most of the training and spent most of the day feeding and walking him.
But Chiron had chosen Troy.
When Troy was home, Chiron was often right beside him. When Harris curled up with him on the sofa Chiron would be there muscling his way between them begging for Troy’s attention. He would look Harris dead in the eyes as he did so. Making sure that Harris knew. He slept on Troy’s side of the bed and when they were at work he would watch as Troy practiced on the ice, whining until Coach Wiebe or Ilya let him on the ice.
Ilya would complain loudly that Troy had stolen Chiron from him, every time.
Troy was just as bad. He spoilt Chiron, gave him all the attention he wanted and let him get away with breaking all of the house rules that Harris and Troy had agreed on when they had moved in together.
The wallpaper on Harris’s phone screen was of him and Troy skating on the practice rink. Gen had taken it one afternoon when they were messing around. It was a perfect shot, Troy’s real smile on full display as he and Harris stood together on the ice, nose to nose. It was cute and authentic and made Harris’s heart flutter every time he looked at it. Gen had sent them each a copy.
Troy’s wallpaper however was of Chiron and there was no doubt in his mind that if Chiron had a phone, Troy would be his wallpaper too.
Harris was a little jealous of their love, but he understood.
He was just as obsessed with Troy after all and if he could get away with licking his face in the locker room like Chiron did, there would be no stopping him.
“Okay, if you’re cooking just for Chiron what are our plans for dinner?” Harris asked watching Troy continue to not cook for him.
“That’s also part of the reason Chiron is getting a steak.” Troy said, looking over his shoulder at Harris with a shy smile. “We’re going out for dinner tonight.”
“Like to the drive through?”
“No, like a restaurant.”
“Oh!” Harris beamed when he saw Troy blush. “I guess I can’t be jealous then, since I’m getting the better end of the deal.”
Troy laughed turning the cooker off and sliding Chiron’s steak onto the plate he had placed by the hob. Chiron huffed at the side of him and Harris wasn’t sure if it was because Harris was getting Troy’s attention tonight or if it just because Troy had set it aside to cool instead of sliding it out of the pan and into his mouth.
“Your jealous of our dog?”
“Oh please, your jealous of the slow cooker. You have no right to judge me.”
“You still refer to it as your husband.” Troy laughed leaning across the island to be closer to Harris as they spoke. “That’s serious competition.”
“Him.” Harris said seriously. “I refer to him as my husband.”
Troy rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Next time I’ll cook for you.”
“Oh yeah? Do you think you can cook better than my husband?” Harris teased shifting on the stool so that he was leaning forward to meet Troy in the middle. They were nose to nose now, smiling stupidly at each other.
Chiron huffed at the side of them.
Troy shook his head and pretended to be hurt by the comment. “I can provide dessert too.” He said, lifting his eyebrows suggestively.
Harris gasped, pretending to be scandalised by the comment. “Troy. He’s right there!” He teased, not looking away from him. “You’re going to make Chiron and the slow cooker jealous.”
Troy laughed closing the distance between them to kiss him.
It was soft and gentle and Harris could feel Troy’s smile lingering at the corners of his mouth when he pulled away.
“I love you.” Troy sighed happily.
“I love you too.”
“I was talking to Chiron.”
“Shut up!” Harris laughed.
Chiron whined loudly from the side of them, pawing at Troy’s leg as if to prove Harris’s point about being jealous. At least the slow cooker stayed in its place.
Harris rolled his eyes playfully and Troy chuckled softly before he kissed him again.