One thing Bishop was certain of was that he was safe with Jasper. Again, death could have graced both of them many times before now. At each others hands. And it never…quite…stuck.

He knows he’s safe, and maybe that little hand gesture warmed his insides. It was sweet. In a perverted - I don’t want you hurt so you can keep sucking me off - kind of way.

Oh, he needed to order.

Bishop pulls off of him and starts tucking him back in.

And he gives him a look like, ‘It can wait. Go ahead. Order.’

And maybe he’s a shit head that does want a fight when they get home. Maybe he doesn’t mind a cold dinner on the carpet when they’re finished.

He licks the corner of his mouth and looks him up and down again, “Extra sauce on the side.”