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Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 14
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 14
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 731
Meep helped on this *grins* with one of the aprons. Blame should be properly placed.
Continues from here Part 13
The box gave a nice dull thwunk as the flap was pulled up, there was tissue paper inside concealing the contents but Everett knew, he just knew and glared over at Stephen’s smirk and Connell’s innocent looking face. The second flap gave a more hollow twin of the first sound. Taking a deep breath he separated the tissue and blushed.
There were many layers of colored fabric inside the box with ties attached to them. Lifting up the deep rose one on top, he shook out the fabric to reveal a traditional backyard chef’s apron. It would almost reach totally around him which meant that he was covered but if he stepped or bent, his ass was going to hang out. Stephen snickered and Everett turned the apron to look at the front. Nibbling on the Chef is Restricted to the Management.
“There’s other versions,” Connell grinned. “I’ll leave you two to them, since they are for both of you. I’ve got a vicious editor hounding me for chapter 14.”
They spread out the rainbow of aprons on the breakfast bar, reading each one and groaning at them.
Yes the Cook Really is as Delicious as He Looks.
Must Ask Before Biting.
Culinary Delight Inside Apron.
Sample if you Dare, Savour With Care.
These Buns for Our Family’s Consumption Only.
Proper Preparation is Key to Perfect Dining.
The Blood Sausage in this Establishment Tastes Divine.
A Home is a House with TLC, We Provide ours in the Kitchen and the Bedroom.
Dare to Sample. He's to Die For.
Everett looked at Stephen, “Do you suppose if we washed them on hot and then dried them on cotton that the lettering would fall off?”
In both their minds, “I can hear you, you know. Now be good, so I can work. I’ve a seduction scene between a vampire and a vampire hunter to do. Writing the totally improbable is not impossible, making it believable is talent.”
Taking Everett’s hand Stephen drew him into the Family Room and pushed him down onto the couch in front of the TV. “When he’s like this, I find a movie is the best.”
After a small yelp at the drop Everett slumped so that his weight was mainly on his lower back and not on his ass. “So what are we watching?”
Netflix came up on the screen and Stephen grinned evilly, “A classic, Fearless Vampire Killers.”
Struggling up with a groan Everett said, “Wait, we need popcorn for this. Where’s the microwave popcorn?”
“Cabinet over the refrigerator. Bowl is in the left most lower cupboard. Hurry, I’m about to cue it up,” he was told.
“Can you find John Carpenter’s Vampires on there?” Everett called from the kitchen. “That scene with Valek between the girl’s legs sucking her …” he shivered. “Sure she’s female and not a vampire hunter but that’s fantasy porn.”
“We’ve got better porn in real life. When’s it in the movie?”
“Kinda close to the beginning. She bites it and grows fangs later.”
“Well now I don’t need to watch that since you did a spoiler.”
“You ever notice that the vampires don’t take revenge on the hunters after they’ve turned 'em?” Everett asked poking his head into the room. “Sure, the ultimate revenge is taking away their immortal soul but still…” The ding from the microwave made him pop back to the kitchen. “It’s like hey, you’re part of the family now. All things are forgiven.” He reappeared with a large bowl of hot fluffy popcorn which Stephen took from him. “You’d think that they’d rip the hunter’s head off afterward, kind of ‘Ha, took your life twice for what you did to my friends’.”
“Sit. Eat,” Stephen told him, “and I’m telling Connell not to turn you into a vampire. You’ll be mean to me," as he pushed play.
“No I wouldn’t, I’d suck you sooo good.”
“Hush the movie’s started.” The opening credits played on the large television screen, “that’s one that Connell missed. Only the Management is Allowed to Suck.” Everett inserted to no one in particular, “could have sworn that one of the mouths on my cock last night was yours,” and was waved quiet as Stephen continued, “Oh oh, A Cock in the Kitchen Means Dinner Later. Laid Later?”
A voice in their minds commanded, “Stop being distracting. Watch the silly damned movie already.”
Part 15
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 731
Meep helped on this *grins* with one of the aprons. Blame should be properly placed.
Continues from here Part 13
The box gave a nice dull thwunk as the flap was pulled up, there was tissue paper inside concealing the contents but Everett knew, he just knew and glared over at Stephen’s smirk and Connell’s innocent looking face. The second flap gave a more hollow twin of the first sound. Taking a deep breath he separated the tissue and blushed.
There were many layers of colored fabric inside the box with ties attached to them. Lifting up the deep rose one on top, he shook out the fabric to reveal a traditional backyard chef’s apron. It would almost reach totally around him which meant that he was covered but if he stepped or bent, his ass was going to hang out. Stephen snickered and Everett turned the apron to look at the front. Nibbling on the Chef is Restricted to the Management.
“There’s other versions,” Connell grinned. “I’ll leave you two to them, since they are for both of you. I’ve got a vicious editor hounding me for chapter 14.”
They spread out the rainbow of aprons on the breakfast bar, reading each one and groaning at them.
Yes the Cook Really is as Delicious as He Looks.
Must Ask Before Biting.
Culinary Delight Inside Apron.
Sample if you Dare, Savour With Care.
These Buns for Our Family’s Consumption Only.
Proper Preparation is Key to Perfect Dining.
The Blood Sausage in this Establishment Tastes Divine.
A Home is a House with TLC, We Provide ours in the Kitchen and the Bedroom.
Dare to Sample. He's to Die For.
Everett looked at Stephen, “Do you suppose if we washed them on hot and then dried them on cotton that the lettering would fall off?”
In both their minds, “I can hear you, you know. Now be good, so I can work. I’ve a seduction scene between a vampire and a vampire hunter to do. Writing the totally improbable is not impossible, making it believable is talent.”
Taking Everett’s hand Stephen drew him into the Family Room and pushed him down onto the couch in front of the TV. “When he’s like this, I find a movie is the best.”
After a small yelp at the drop Everett slumped so that his weight was mainly on his lower back and not on his ass. “So what are we watching?”
Netflix came up on the screen and Stephen grinned evilly, “A classic, Fearless Vampire Killers.”
Struggling up with a groan Everett said, “Wait, we need popcorn for this. Where’s the microwave popcorn?”
“Cabinet over the refrigerator. Bowl is in the left most lower cupboard. Hurry, I’m about to cue it up,” he was told.
“Can you find John Carpenter’s Vampires on there?” Everett called from the kitchen. “That scene with Valek between the girl’s legs sucking her …” he shivered. “Sure she’s female and not a vampire hunter but that’s fantasy porn.”
“We’ve got better porn in real life. When’s it in the movie?”
“Kinda close to the beginning. She bites it and grows fangs later.”
“Well now I don’t need to watch that since you did a spoiler.”
“You ever notice that the vampires don’t take revenge on the hunters after they’ve turned 'em?” Everett asked poking his head into the room. “Sure, the ultimate revenge is taking away their immortal soul but still…” The ding from the microwave made him pop back to the kitchen. “It’s like hey, you’re part of the family now. All things are forgiven.” He reappeared with a large bowl of hot fluffy popcorn which Stephen took from him. “You’d think that they’d rip the hunter’s head off afterward, kind of ‘Ha, took your life twice for what you did to my friends’.”
“Sit. Eat,” Stephen told him, “and I’m telling Connell not to turn you into a vampire. You’ll be mean to me," as he pushed play.
“No I wouldn’t, I’d suck you sooo good.”
“Hush the movie’s started.” The opening credits played on the large television screen, “that’s one that Connell missed. Only the Management is Allowed to Suck.” Everett inserted to no one in particular, “could have sworn that one of the mouths on my cock last night was yours,” and was waved quiet as Stephen continued, “Oh oh, A Cock in the Kitchen Means Dinner Later. Laid Later?”
A voice in their minds commanded, “Stop being distracting. Watch the silly damned movie already.”
Part 15