Chapter Thirty-Two -- Sometimes, It's All About The Plates
"Microwave recipes," Carter mumbled as he began browsing cooking websites.
Maybe he could make lasagna! But wait, Aron was making a much better lasagna, anyway. The best. So maybe something else would be a better idea. Like a surprise.
Hmm, maybe something healthy? Okay, he started reading, with Taz cuddled next to him on the sofa. Flaxseeds? What the fuck were those? Were they even edible? Somehow that recipe didn't sound too tasty. Moving on, moving on.
So many types of cheese, Carter shook his head. It wasn't like he hadn't heard about cheddar and mozzarella and whatnot before, only that he hadn't cared about what they were exactly. What kind of cheese was used for a cheeseburger anyway?
"I'm not getting anywhere like this, am I?" he asked Taz, and the dog whined, asking to be petted.
Carter quickly obliged, scratching his pet behind the ears. By the way Taz blinked, yawned and stretched, that was just the spot.
"Well, we need to start somewhere," he decided and placed the laptop on the coffee table, and went for the fridge to check what he had in there.
Ah, well, there was still plenty of food from Aron's mom. He should just opt for warming up something instead of trying to cook something on his own. Yet, it felt like he wasn't doing enough.
"Taz, do you think I could seduce Aron with food?"
The dog barked one time and shook his head.
"Yeah, I thought so," Carter said with a sigh. "With his mom's cooking, he won't risk food poisoning, which would be pretty much whatever I could cook. So, let's settle for the tried and tested. Plus, Aron's mom really knows how to cook, unlike me."
Hmm, but what was he supposed to do, now that he had finished working, and there were still a couple of hours until Aron got home? He looked around the small apartment. There were no dishes to do ... ah, damn, he had no dishes. Proper dishes. Only plastic everything.
"Let's go shopping," he told Taz, and the dog didn't need another invitation, jumping from the sofa and going straight for the door.
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Two hours later, Carter was displaying on the kitchen table three sets of plates in different colors, two glass sets, and various cutlery from the simplest to the fanciest he could find at the store.
"Which one do you think Aron would like best?"
To test Taz's taste in cutlery, he offered his dog one plate, then another, so that the pet could sniff them. The golden retriever seemed completely unimpressed.
"Really, you're not helping," Carter glared.
Now where was he going to store everything? He opened the cabinets and looked inside. Well, there were the plastic plates he needed to get rid of, and also some suspicious cereal boxes. Grabbing a trash bag, he began stuffing them inside, until he managed to almost empty all the cabinets.
Taz stood up straight, twitching his ears.
"What is it?" Carter asked, and then he heard the sound of the keys in the door.
Ah, damn, he looked around panicked. The house was now even messier than before. They didn't even have enough room to eat. And Aron was probably dead beat tired and just wanted to have something to chow and ...
"Are we turning into a china shop?" Aron asked from the kitchen door, looking amused at the loaded table.
"No," Carter said slowly, "but I realized I needed some plates."
"Some indeed," Aron's lips twitched. "Come here," he added in an affectionate tone.
Carter almost stubbed his toe in a chair as he went straight into Aron's open arms. The man grabbed him and kissed him deeply.
Oh, fuck, that was ... oh, that was ... His mind was totally blank, and his eyes were probably rolling in his head, as Aron's tongue was giving his a shiatsu massage or something.
"Are you hungry?" he barely managed when Aron reluctantly let go of him.
Aron shook his head and bore his eyes into Carter's. Okay, now that was an intense look, right there. What could it mean?
Aron suddenly took his hand and began walking toward the bedroom, pulling Carter after him.
"Taz, stay here, and be a good boy," Aron said sternly at the dog that was happily marching after them.
The dog whined but decided to curl into his dog bed.
"What are we ..." Carter mumbled.
Aron pulled him inside the bedroom and closed the door after them. Carter watched in fascination as the man was undressing with efficient moves and a concentrated look on his face. Maybe he should undress, too? Or maybe Aron wanted to do that?
His dilemma was short-lived, as Aron moved to grab him, now completely naked, pulling him into another hungry kiss, while his steady hands pushed Carter's t-shirt up.
"All day," Aron spoke softly, but urgently, "all I could think of was getting back to you. So sorry, hun, but food will have to wait."
"Hun?" Carter wondered.
Aron didn't reply. Instead, he pushed Carter on the bed, making sure to pull his pants and underwear in the process, leaving Carter just as naked. Aron's body was heavy over his, and it was so damn great to feel the guy skin on skin.
Oh, Aron surely knew how to kiss, but it wasn't the only thing he was good at. He was now using one rough hand to tease Carter's nipples, first one, then the other, alternating his moves with brushes of the fingers and small pulls. And all this time, he was kissing Carter like his next breath was depending on him doing so.
It wasn't like he minded. If anything, he could not care less if the world was going down in flames right that very moment.
"Ah, I bought something for us," Aron let go of him to straighten up and rummage for something in his work bag.
"Ah," Carter replied matter-of-factly, seeing the lube. "That thing I had wasn't very good, right?"
Aron nodded, a bit amused.
Oh, so Aron was going to ... By all means, he had no idea why he was nervous. Maybe he was too excited. He didn't need to look down to know that his dick approved of whatever Aron wanted to do. So he opened his palm, gesturing for Aron to throw him the lube. Funny his hand wasn't trembling when catching the thing.
Pretending to be interested in what it said on the label, he raised the tube and squinted at the fine print.
"10 out of 10 gay guys vouch for this thing," Aron said with a small, all-knowing smile. "Perfect reviews, cross my heart."
Carter looked over at his friend. Of course, the guy was in the mood for joking. But it was important to know that the product was tried and tested.
"So, should I ... put it on me? In me, I mean?" Carter stuttered.
"No, let me," Aron climbed back on the bed close to him and took the lube from his hand.
Carter could swear that the next moment when Aron was going to touch him, he was going to come apart. Or maybe he was just going to hold himself into that one point, and if Aron was going to remove his hand, he was just going to break in tiny little pieces, so it was vital for Aron to touch him forever like that.
"Relax," Aron cooed into his ear, as he aligned his body with Carter and his hand moved lower.
Aron hovered over Carter's abdomen, caressing it in passing, pulled a bit at the hair just above Carter's sex, and brushed over the half-hard and weeping cock lying on the side. Of course, the guy was going straight for that.
He was sure he was making all kinds of sounds, as Aron's deft fingers pushed into his ass crack, making way for them.
"Do you want this?" Aron asked, his voice low and a tad strained.
"Oh-ho," Carter replied. "I want it really bad."
"Could you ask me?" Aron begged.
Why did Aron think he had to beg for such a thing? It was taking Carter all the patience he didn't have not to spread open, squirt half the tube of that thing into his ass, and be the one to beg to get wrecked.
He turned his head just enough so that he could stare into Aron's eyes.
"Fuck me, A," he said simply.
Aron's eyelashes fluttered and Carter made a small surprised sound when the guy pushed him on his back, climbing on top and between his legs.
"You okay with the missionary position?" Aron asked, his voice tender and now lacking any trace of humor.
"Are you kidding me? I'm more than okay," Carter replied, caressing Aron's broad shoulders. "I want to stare at you, like this," he added, pulling his friend closer for a kiss.
"Okay," Aron said with a small sigh. "But don't hate me, okay?"
