Chapter Eleven - Kiss the Cook Upon walking through the loft door, Brian was met with the delicious aroma of cooked food. As he sighed deeply, allowing the smell to overcome him, Brian realised that he barely recognised the scent of such an appetizing home-cooked meal. Sure, he’d had many a dinner at Deb’s, but there was always the trademark marinara sauce and the threat of being hit if not enough of the food was consumed. This smell was different, Brian concluded, and it was also somewhat erotic. Brian edged deeper in to the loft, rather like a cartoon character, lured in by the smell. All thoughts of his stomach were forgotten, however, when he saw Justin for the first time. Justin stood at the counter, carefully stirring something, dressed in a white apron. Only a white apron. The heat from the cooking had given Justin’s body a beautiful glow and tiny beads of sweat ran down the flesh of his back. Slightly dazed by his senses, Brian simply stood, with one eyebrow raised, and stared at the scene before him. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Justin teased, breaking the silence. Brian swallowed as he removed his coat and threw it over the back of one of the white Italian sofas. “What are you making?” Brian asked, moving to stand behind Justin. “It smells good.” Brian wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist and let his chin rest on the blond’s shoulder. “Well this,” Justin held up the spoon and allowed the syrupy liquid to trickle off it back in to the bowl, “Is chocolate sauce.” “What are you trying to do Sunshine?” Brian smirked as he planted kisses along Justin’s neck, “Fatten me up?” “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” Justin replied sarcastically. “I better get changed for dinner then.” Brian remarked as he lightly slapped Justin’s bare ass and made his way toward the bedroom. Justin smiled to himself as he made some final adjustments to the dishes that he had prepared. Brian emerged from the bedroom dressed in black jeans and a blue button-up shirt. “Dinner is served monsieur.” Justin said in his best French accent as he placed course number one on the immaculately arranged table. White candles and red roses had been fashioned in to a beautiful centrepiece, and the many items of cutlery were positioned perfectly. Justin pulled out a chair and gesticulated for Brian to come and sit down. “Such a gentleman.” Brian complimented, tongue in cheek, before kissing Justin softly on the lips and sitting down. “I prefer to think of myself as being ridiculously romantic.” Justin replied as he placed one of the napkins across Brian’s lap. As Justin smoothed the napkin, he let his hands linger on Brian’s crotch, tempting and teasing the older man. “You’re an excellent waiter.” Brian smirked. “I’ll have to give you an extra large tip.” Justin stuck out his tongue as a reply and withdrew his hands. “So what are we having?” Brian asked. “Well,” Justin beamed, “For the first course we are going to have oysters. Apparently, they are a great aphrodisiac.” Justin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he placed a plate in front of Brian. “How do you know that I’m not allergic to shellfish?” Brian teased. “If you are then I’m fucked.” Justin laughed. “It’s a good thing that I’m not then.” Brian replied before picking up one of the oyster shells and letting the meat slide down his throat. “You have a great oyster-eating technique.” Justin grinned, before seating himself opposite Brian at the table. Both men sustained eye contact as they devoured the first course, trying to impress each other with their oyster-eating method. When they were finished, Justin cleared their plates and made his way over to the kitchen. Brian couldn’t help but stare at Justin’s perfectly shaped bubble-butt as the blond bent forward to retrieve the next course out of the oven. Justin returned to the table and placed a large plate of food in front of Brian. “Steak?” Brian enquired. “Not just steak,” Justin corrected, “It’s bistro steak with a red wine sauce and sautéed vegetables.” “Whatever the fuck it is, it looks delicious.” Brian smiled. “More wine sir?” Justin asked picking up the bottle. “I’d say yes if I were you,” Justin whispered in Brian’s ear, “I’m trying to get you drunk.” “Not such a gentleman after all then.” Brian grinned as he nudged his glass closer to Justin so that it could be filled. Justin returned to his seat opposite Brian and raised his own glass, “We should have a toast.” Justin concluded. “What are we toasting?” Brian asked. “Elaborate schemes to make you fuck me.” Justin snickered. “To elaborate schemes.” Brian declared as he clinked his glass with the blond’s. Justin immediately tucked in to the steak unable to defy his ravenous appetite. Brian, however, took his time, slightly wary of the amount of calories he was consuming. Seeing Brian’s hesitation, Justin said light-heartedly, “If you don’t eat all of that like a good boy, you won’t get dessert.” Brian was about to make a witty reply, when he began to contemplate what ‘dessert’ might actually entail. The image of chocolate sauce running down Justin’s chest flashed through his mind and his cock twitched. All thoughts of calories and saturated fat were forgotten, as Brian ate the rest of the main course with enthusiasm. “Dessert time.” Justin told Brian once the brunet had cleared his plate. Brian drank the wine that remained in his glass, as he waited for Justin to come back from the kitchen. Justin returned, a bowl of strawberries, chocolate sauce and whipped cream carefully balanced in his arms. When the dessert items had been placed on the table, instead of sitting down, Justin simply stood in front of Brian. With one eyebrow raised, Brian looked curiously up at Justin, waiting to see what would happen next. Justin leaned forward and captured Brian’s lips in a delicate kiss. Grabbing a strawberry from the bowl, Justin straddled Brian’s legs and sat down so that he was facing the older man. Justin leaned back to dip the strawberry in to the chocolate sauce and then placed it at Brian’s lips. Brian opened his mouth slowly, allowing the sweet fruit entrance, before biting it. Brian swallowed and Justin kissed and licked away the traces of chocolate that remained on his lips. Brian dipped his finger in the chocolate sauce and then proceeded to suck on the digit seductively. Getting another strawberry Justin covered it in whipped cream and held it up to Brian. Brian gradually licked every trace of the cream from the strawberry before eating it. As they kissed again, Justin rubbed his crotch against Brian enjoying the effect it had on his semi-hardened cock. Brian ran his hands down Justin’s back and squeezed Justin’s bare ass as their tongues met together. “It’s awfully hot in here,” Justin said breathlessly as he broke away from the kiss, “We’d better take off your shirt.” As Justin unbuttoned the blue shirt and tossed it aside, Brian continued to run his hands up and down the soft skin of the younger man’s back. Whipped cream still in hand, Justin squirted a trail of the white substance down Brian’s torso. Brian relaxed back in the chair, allowing Justin better access to his chest. Justin swirled his tongue over the tanned skin enjoying the taste of Brian mixed with the sweetness of the cream. Justin added more whipped cream to Brian’s nipple and sucked and licked over it, eliciting moans from the brunet. A drop of pre-come oozed from Justin’s dick as he became even more aroused by the sounds that poured out of Brian. The two men shared another kiss, running their hands through each other’s hair and rubbing their cocks together through the material of their clothing. Brian took this as his opportunity to pull the knot of Justin’s apron undone and to tug it over the blond’s head. Holding Justin’s thighs, Brian stood up with the fully naked man wrapped around him, their dicks held together creating an intense and pleasurable fiction. Brian deposited Justin on to the table in front of him, and pulled the blond’s legs upwards so that they were wrapped around his waist. Leaning forward and kissing Justin, Brian beckoned him to lie down on his back. Justin lay hard and panting on the table as Brian picked up a spoon and dipped it in the chocolate sauce. Brian created elaborate patterns with the chocolate, as he drizzled it over Justin’s chest and abdomen. The chocolate seemed to pool at Justin’s navel, so Brian decided that it would be the perfect place to start his journey of licking the chocolate. Brian plunged his tongue in the tiny crevice and Justin couldn’t help but gasp. As Brian’s tongue worked its magic on his body, Justin affectionately tangled his fingers in the older man’s silky hair. Justin moaned in bliss as Brian flicked the tip of his tongue over the blond’s nipple, barely touching the sensitive nub. Knowing that he had driven the younger man crazy for long enough, Brian decided that he could no longer ignore Justin’s leaking hard-on. Brian positioned his head between Justin’s legs and licked along the underside of the blond’s cock. Justin shivered at the sensation and arched upwards, urging Brian to lick him again. Brian pulled back with a smirk on his face, to pick up the whipped cream. Justin watched in anticipation as Brian looked predatorily down at him and shook the whipped cream dispenser. Brian squirted a substantial amount of the cream on Justin’s cock, causing the blond to gasp out as the cold substance touched the heat of his dick. Brian swooped down to capture Justin’s erection, engulfing it entirely. “Mmm.” Brian purred, enjoying the sweet taste of the whipped cream mixed with Justin’s pre-come. Brian’s humming sent vibrations through the blond’s cock and Justin bit his lip as he tried to hold off his orgasm. Justin held on to the edge of the table and his toes curled as Brian bobbed up and down on his achingly hard dick. “Fuck!” Justin sighed, his eyes closed tightly shut, as Brian drove his tongue into the blond’s slit. When Justin thought that he couldn’t take anymore, Brian stopped his ministrations on the younger man’s cock and pulled back to gaze up at him lustfully. “Tell me what you want.” Brian whispered, his voice deep and sexy. “Fuck me.” Justin begged, panting and writhing on the table. Brian didn’t need telling twice as he had removed his pants and tossed them aside. “Those oysters must have worked,” Brian murmured, tearing the packet of a condom and throwing it on to the floor, “I’m am so fucking horny.” Brian stroked himself a couple of times before rolling the condom down his cock. Justin repositioned his legs on to Brian’s shoulders’, so that his ass was at the perfect angle. Brian squirted some lube on his index and middle finger before bringing his hand down between Justin’s legs. Justin’s breathing became heavy as Brian circled around his hole with the lube-coated fingers. Brian slipped one of the digits in to the tight entrance and Justin hissed at the intrusion. Brian caressed Justin’s thigh as he added the other finger and scissored them apart to thoroughly stretch the blond. Brian withdrew his fingers and placed the head of his cock at Justin’s quivering hole. Brian held tightly on to Justin’s legs and he slowly pushed his way inside the warm channel. Both men moaned as the pleasurable sensations washed over them. Brian began his steady rhythm of thrusting in to the blond, leaning forward to kiss the gorgeous crimson lips that were slightly parted in gasps of desire. Justin ran his hands over the sweat-glistened back of Brian and pulled him closer. Brian increased his pace, almost standing on tiptoes as he drove his cock deeper in to Justin. “Ahhh!” Justin gasped and curled his toes as Brian grazed against his prostate. Justin felt his legs weaken as his orgasm built and they started to slip from Brian’s shoulders. The brunet held on to them securely as he continued his assault on Justin’s prostate. Soon, Justin couldn’t take any more, and he was shooting streams of come across his still slightly chocolate covered stomach. Justin’s ass squeezed forcefully around Brian’s cock, pulling the orgasm from the older man and he shot inside the condom. Brian pushed his cock into the tightening channel a few more times, before collapsing forward on his sticky and panting lover. Justin’s exhausted legs slid down Brian’s sweaty body as he leaned up to passionately kiss the brunet. “I guess I burned off all those calories.” Brian smirked against Justin’s neck as he planted kisses along it. “Are there any strawberries left?” Justin asked, lifting up his head slightly to look around. “Afraid not Sunshine,” Brian laughed as he picked up a strawberry from the pile that lay strewn across the floor, “I think I fucked you a little bit too enthusiastically.” “I don’t think that there is such a thing as being fucked too enthusiastically. By you at least.” Justin grinned. “We’d better get this cleaned up.” “We?” Brian raised his eyebrow, “I thought you were the waiter?” “Asshole.” Justin said playfully as he stood up and lightly smacked Brian on the arm. “At least I gave you one hell of a tip.” Brian answered back, before disappearing in to the bathroom. Justin debated whether to stay and do the dishes or to join Brian in the shower. Obviously, there was no contest, so it wasn't a surprise that Justin quickly made his way after Brian for “round two” in the shower.