(Just so you know, am currently binge drinking. Therefore, not responsible for rude fic or lack thereof).
"I hate you," Ren stated definitively, his words muffled by the scarf wrapped around his mouth.
"That's not what you said last night," Drew reminded, his brain jumping quickly to the picture of Ren writhing underneath him while he was balls deep in the hottest arse he'd have felt squeezing around his dick.
"Last night I didn't hate you," Ren answered, continuing his almost mechanical piping of lemon curd into hundreds of petite fours.
Drew did answer, merely pressing up behind his lover, erection grinding as firmly as he could manage into Ren's hot, tight, sweet arse.
"I turned the pizza oven on." He stated, a non sequiter if ever there had been one.
"What?" Ren snapped. "We're not doing a full service today."
Drew knew that. It was spring - a quiet season where their Sundays were given over to high teas with tiny, delicate dessert in the mid afternoon, rather than full roasts or menus with pizzas on them.
Hence Ren's pissy mood - the weather was too warm to pipe tiny high tea desserts unless Ren was in the restaurant chiller. And on Sunday that didn't have extra staff, so Ren had to make all those tiny desserts himself.
"I know the restaurant isn't doing full service. But that doesn't mean I can make sure my pastry chef gets the full service he deserves. How much longer?"
"Ohhhh . . ummm . . . maybe an hour?" Ren replied, gulping, his erection growing as the light dawned on him.
"Well, in that case," Drew purred, "I'll be waiting in our bedroom. Once you've warmed up that is."
"Ummm . . . " Another gulp. "See you in an hour and ten." The piping suddenly became a whole lot quicker and more enthusiastic.
(P.S. not his doesnt continue on from the last fic here Ren was rampaging outside and biting anyone who tried to cross his barriers).
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Date: 2015-12-29 11:46 pm (UTC)"I hate you," Ren stated definitively, his words muffled by the scarf wrapped around his mouth.
"That's not what you said last night," Drew reminded, his brain jumping quickly to the picture of Ren writhing underneath him while he was balls deep in the hottest arse he'd have felt squeezing around his dick.
"Last night I didn't hate you," Ren answered, continuing his almost mechanical piping of lemon curd into hundreds of petite fours.
Drew did answer, merely pressing up behind his lover, erection grinding as firmly as he could manage into Ren's hot, tight, sweet arse.
"I turned the pizza oven on." He stated, a non sequiter if ever there had been one.
"What?" Ren snapped. "We're not doing a full service today."
Drew knew that. It was spring - a quiet season where their Sundays were given over to high teas with tiny, delicate dessert in the mid afternoon, rather than full roasts or menus with pizzas on them.
Hence Ren's pissy mood - the weather was too warm to pipe tiny high tea desserts unless Ren was in the restaurant chiller. And on Sunday that didn't have extra staff, so Ren had to make all those tiny desserts himself.
"I know the restaurant isn't doing full service. But that doesn't mean I can make sure my pastry chef gets the full service he deserves. How much longer?"
"Ohhhh . . ummm . . . maybe an hour?" Ren replied, gulping, his erection growing as the light dawned on him.
"Well, in that case," Drew purred, "I'll be waiting in our bedroom. Once you've warmed up that is."
"Ummm . . . " Another gulp. "See you in an hour and ten." The piping suddenly became a whole lot quicker and more enthusiastic.
(P.S. not his doesnt continue on from the last fic here Ren was rampaging outside and biting anyone who tried to cross his barriers).