Food is just fuel, isn't it? At least that's what Hugh always thought until he met chef Marcus. Marcus is eager to teach Hugh something new, but an erotic encounter in the chef's personal kitchen gives Hugh more than just a new found appreciation for excellent food. (Approx. 3600 words)
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A deep red liquid bubbled over the open flame. It made the kitchen smell like sweet cherries with a hint of something spicy and sharp that Hugh couldn't place until Marcus suddenly spoke.
“Cherry sauce with brandy,” he said, turning off the stove. “This recipe is an experiment for me, by the way. Do you mind being my guinea pig?”
“No. Not at all,” Hugh said. “It smells amazing but, uh, so don't get mad at me...”
“I'll try not to.”
With a nervous laugh, Hugh continued. “Um, what exactly do you do with it? I know it's a dessert but it doesn't look like something you'd just eat on it's own.”
Marcus shot him a pitying glance.
Hugh hung his head. “Yeah. I know it's a stupid question. I just never really cared about this kind of stuff before.”
Marcus nodded. “Well,” he said, “you can do a lot with it. You could spoon it over the homemade vanilla ice cream I have in the freezer, for example.” Marcus stirred the sauce around releasing large puffs of steam into the air.
“You could also serve it with cake,” Marcus continued. He brought up a spoonful of the liquid and blew on it gently. Marcus then dipped the tip of his finger into the cherry sauce and held it up for Hugh to see. “But I think you should try some first. I wasn't sure if you liked sweet things...”
It only crossed Hugh's mind after he had kissed Marcus' finger clean that maybe Marcus had been telling Hugh to dip his own finger in the sauce.
Hugh pulled back a fraction. “It tastes good,” he said sheepishly, licking his lips.
If Marcus had been surprised by Hugh's forwardness, it only lasted for a moment. A devious smile broke out across his face and he dipped his finger in again.