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charisstomaTitle: It Started with a Nibble part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 600
Continues from http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/795088.html
Nathan only just kept his eyes steady on the man. Reflexively he tightened his ass cheeks together as if feeling man’s tongue and unthinkingly licking his own lips.
‘Should he grab the keys in his pocket into his hand and high-tail it out of there?’ Already his mind was driving hurriedly through the streets home. He knew his eyes had glazed over.
Nathan blinked when a, “Hi”, was breathed near his ear.
Drawing his head back the man smiled. “Drink your wine. You look as if you might need it,” the man said with a gesture at Nathan’s wine glass. “As if you might faint.” With a smile that was in his eyes too, “My parents graced me with the name of Claude Alexander,” he said with a self-depreciating moue. “You can call me Alex if you can’t stand that. Pleeeease refrain from Claudie,” he implored. “I just moved here. I heard about this place and the free wine tasting. A bit ostentatious for a grocery store but I could learn to like it if it means I meet someone like you.”
Blinking Nathan dragged his mind back. “You were a bit forward with that peach trick.”
“But it got your attention and answered my question of if you’d maybe be interested,” Claude said with a grin. “I think you just might be.” He paused, “Are you?”
“Maybe,” was all Nathan could think to say. “You pick up guys often like that?”
With a laugh, “No, you’re the first one. I can be forward but no usually quite that forward.” With a shrug, “I happened to have a peach in my hand, which I now have to buy, and my mind went on automatic thinking … hemm about you. And I’ll have you know that you’ve a very fuzzy ass.” Claude snickered.
Shaking his head, Nathan looped his arm through Claude’s, “Let’s go get you on the straight and narrow,” stopping a moment as Claude laughed and then continued more forcefully, “so I don’t have to bail you out of jail for Grand Theft Peach. I want a few dates out of you before you have a chance to sample my peach.”
“So I have a chance then?” Claude took that moment to bite into the fruit still in his hand and moaned at the flavor.
“Will you stop that?” Nathan scolded. “If you eat all the evidence they won’t know what to charge you.”
Claude grinned, “well for starters, molesting and fingering a peach.” He leaned close to Nathan’s ear, “and if it gets me a chance of into doing that with you, priceless.”
“Much too forward,” Nathan scolded. “And we’ll see.” He picked up a napkin to wipe the juice off Claude’s face. “You’re washing your hands before they touch me.” Turning to one of the store’s staff, “My friend would like to pay for pre-marital nibbling of a peach. How much does he owe?” Claude broke into a coughing spasm.
The staff person with an amused face replied, “Well there’s the pre-marital counseling, and the marriage license, we cater weddings but you still have to set up the venue and arrange for the pastor, but the peach is 50 cents.”
Claude turned to Nathan, “I go wash up. There’s a movie I’ve wanted to see that’s at the Movie Tavern, if you would care to accompany me. We could eat, watch the movie and maybe walk along the river afterwards with a little light making out.” He gave him a quick kiss.
“Forward isn’t he?” the staff person said, “50 cents please.”
Nathan replied paying, “I’ve noticed.”
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 600
Continues from http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/795088.html
Nathan only just kept his eyes steady on the man. Reflexively he tightened his ass cheeks together as if feeling man’s tongue and unthinkingly licking his own lips.
‘Should he grab the keys in his pocket into his hand and high-tail it out of there?’ Already his mind was driving hurriedly through the streets home. He knew his eyes had glazed over.
Nathan blinked when a, “Hi”, was breathed near his ear.
Drawing his head back the man smiled. “Drink your wine. You look as if you might need it,” the man said with a gesture at Nathan’s wine glass. “As if you might faint.” With a smile that was in his eyes too, “My parents graced me with the name of Claude Alexander,” he said with a self-depreciating moue. “You can call me Alex if you can’t stand that. Pleeeease refrain from Claudie,” he implored. “I just moved here. I heard about this place and the free wine tasting. A bit ostentatious for a grocery store but I could learn to like it if it means I meet someone like you.”
Blinking Nathan dragged his mind back. “You were a bit forward with that peach trick.”
“But it got your attention and answered my question of if you’d maybe be interested,” Claude said with a grin. “I think you just might be.” He paused, “Are you?”
“Maybe,” was all Nathan could think to say. “You pick up guys often like that?”
With a laugh, “No, you’re the first one. I can be forward but no usually quite that forward.” With a shrug, “I happened to have a peach in my hand, which I now have to buy, and my mind went on automatic thinking … hemm about you. And I’ll have you know that you’ve a very fuzzy ass.” Claude snickered.
Shaking his head, Nathan looped his arm through Claude’s, “Let’s go get you on the straight and narrow,” stopping a moment as Claude laughed and then continued more forcefully, “so I don’t have to bail you out of jail for Grand Theft Peach. I want a few dates out of you before you have a chance to sample my peach.”
“So I have a chance then?” Claude took that moment to bite into the fruit still in his hand and moaned at the flavor.
“Will you stop that?” Nathan scolded. “If you eat all the evidence they won’t know what to charge you.”
Claude grinned, “well for starters, molesting and fingering a peach.” He leaned close to Nathan’s ear, “and if it gets me a chance of into doing that with you, priceless.”
“Much too forward,” Nathan scolded. “And we’ll see.” He picked up a napkin to wipe the juice off Claude’s face. “You’re washing your hands before they touch me.” Turning to one of the store’s staff, “My friend would like to pay for pre-marital nibbling of a peach. How much does he owe?” Claude broke into a coughing spasm.
The staff person with an amused face replied, “Well there’s the pre-marital counseling, and the marriage license, we cater weddings but you still have to set up the venue and arrange for the pastor, but the peach is 50 cents.”
Claude turned to Nathan, “I go wash up. There’s a movie I’ve wanted to see that’s at the Movie Tavern, if you would care to accompany me. We could eat, watch the movie and maybe walk along the river afterwards with a little light making out.” He gave him a quick kiss.
“Forward isn’t he?” the staff person said, “50 cents please.”
Nathan replied paying, “I’ve noticed.”
