Just Desserts
The feeling of freedom. I never imagined it would feel this good. Almost as good as the feeling of love and being loved in return that I had come to know so well. I looked over the counter at the boy who had made all of this possible. The only one who had ever given me the time to open up, to show my emotions in their true form. I remember when Durer was harassing him and actually managed to strike Durer across the face. Well, as far as I knew, no one else had ever had the nerve to do the same, no matter how many people wanted to. I remember the punishment I received for it too, all too well. I had to spend a week alone in a penance chamber with only my thoughts for company. The torturous part was that I could only think about how much I missed Guys. I began to even doubt that he would wait for me like he said he would. It wasn’t until weeks after his release that he gave me another gift: hope.
I had received a letter from him saying that he would wait for me and that he found a building that he thought would be perfect for opening up a restaurant together. And that’s where we were now. I was snapped away from my thoughts by an impatient voice.
“Shion! We have to get ready to open up the shop today,” Guys told me. I smiled, he really kept me on track.
“I know, Guys, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about something. We should probably start making those cookies for the customers,” I said back.
“You now I can’t cook, Shion,” Guys reminded me.
“I know, but you sure as hell can follow orders. I learned that last night,” I winked at him and earned the blush I had been seeking.
We went around the counter to the kitchen area and I told him exactly what to get for me. Half the reason being that I was lazy, the other half being that when he reached up to the top shelf a little bit of his stomach peeked out. I don’t know why, but when someone’s stomach was exposed a little bit, I thought of it as a real turn on.
“Alright I have all of the ingredients, Shion,” Guys said as he walked over to me. I gave his lips a quick peck before he, yet again, awarded me with a blush. That was absolutely adorable I might add.
“What was that for?!” he suddenly yelled with a hint of a smile on his face.
“Get your head out of the clouds you idiot!” he yelled again.
I started to mix all of the ingredients together and rolled the first batch into balls and put them on the tray, then put the tray in the oven. I set the timer for about twenty minutes. I turned back around to find Guys sticking his fingers into the bowl of raw cookie dough.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him. He looked at me innocently.
“Just tasting it, I haven’t eaten all day!” he protested.
I smiled and took a little bit of the dough and dabbed it onto the end of his nose.
He laughed before smiling mischievously. He took a handful and threw it straight at my face. Being a teenage boy, I couldn’t just ignore a challenge when I saw one, and the once innocent bowl of cookie dough quickly turned into ammo for the both of us.
I managed to eventually pin the dough covered Guys onto the floor. It was my turn to give him a devilish grin. I began to kiss Guys. I licked my tongue across his mouth asking for permission to enter and he allowed it. I smiled into the kiss.
“You taste delicious,” I whispered. He whimpered in reply.
I left his mouth to pay more attention to his neck. I licked his neck trying to get every drop of the dough.
“I think I could just eat you right up,” I whispered again. He kept giving tiny little moans and whimpers. I loved every minute of it.
I moved my hands down to the buttons of his shirt and proceeded to pull it off. I looked down at his beautifully toned body and began to lick all across it. During our brawl some of the dough had gone down his shirt and I was happy about the fact.
My tongue swirled all around his torso and I heard him panting.
“Shion…please…” he squeaked.
I smiled at him and undid the buttons of his pants and pulled them down before taking the most delicious part of him into my mouth. In the heat of our passion we didn’t hear the timer go off.
*
It was at this time that a rather unfortunate guard from the nearby prison was on his way to work. No one knew his real name. In fact, the only name he would even let anyone call him was “B”. Just one letter that didn’t seem to make any sense at all. He was a nice man though, it was his job to watch over the prisoners at the prison that both Shion and Guys had come from. He was known for being very fair and allowing the prisoners to do much more than his coworker, Guard “A”. So Guard “B” happened to be walking past the little restaurant and smelled baking cookies. Tempted beyond control, he walked in and looked around the seemingly empty place.
“Hello? Is anyone here? I smell cookies,” he said with a smile. He adored cookies and fresh ones were always the best.
He heard a shifting noise from behind the counter and walked around, only to feel his feet stick to the floor.
“Why is the floor so stick-“ he stopped.
He ran out of there screaming from the sight he had seen behind the counter.