Tag: gay men cooking
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I bought the apron for him as a joke. I expected Bastiaan to be annoyed about it, because ethnicity is such a touchy subject with him. His mother was from Spain and his father was Dutch, but he was born in the Netherlands so he insists he’s 100% Dutch despite genetics (and most of his…
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I walk past the kitchen, back up, then walk past it again. I let my eyes rove over his small ass peeking out between the apron’s sides and admire just how long his legs look when he’s naked. “Jackson?”He startles a little as if deep into his own thoughts. “Wha- oh hello. I thought you…
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I can’t stop grinning because I’m 99% sure he’s dozed off back there. Apparently when I make risotto and stand here to stir in the broth, I become a piece of coral to latch onto for habitation. He came up to snuggle me about five minutes ago and now his breathing is slow and peaceful.…
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bookofbaitnate: allbecauseoftheboys: I put the pot over my head and scream. I’m a totally 100% screwed. Wednesdays are chili nights, not fish nights! How could I think it was Thursday? Ever since I moved in with my Dom for the summer between college semesters, I had totally lost myself in low-key subspace these past few…
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I put the pot over my head and scream. I’m a totally 100% screwed. Wednesdays are chili nights, not fish nights! How could I think it was Thursday? Ever since I moved in with my Dom for the summer between college semesters, I had totally lost myself in low-key subspace these past few days. Yesterday,…