The Hots (mxm)

8. Frozen Ravioli (Alec)

   I sit on the sofa and instantly hear a tearing sound, coming from the bottom of my trousers. Shit! I tentatively trace the seam on my butt while Sam is not looking. Luckily, it is not torn. Stupid trousers! I had to put on the most uncomfortable ones. I would have been much better in jeans. I will never be as elegant as him anyway. Why am I always so clumsy and awkward?

   "Which is your favorite flavor?" Sam asks, leaning on the kitchen island.

   I am gazing at him. My heart is pounding wildly. 

   "What kind of fruit do you like?" He does not give up, despite the complete lack of reaction on my part. "What spices? Do you prefer sweet, salty, or sour?"

  I let out a sigh of relief. Spices are my element. I love combining them and discovering new, exciting flavors.

   "Peppercorns are my most favorite spice," I excitedly answer. "I know this might sound ordinary, but they are actually amazing. I love all the types - black, red, green. You can do so many things, like put them in salads, main courses and even desserts. Have you tried black pepper chocolate or mango and pink peppercorn cake?"

   Sam is staring at me. I can not stop babbling. This is probably my most preferred topic.

   "I love nutmeg and bay leaves. The combination is a killer. It has this exotic scent, just on the verge of being too much. If you manage to maintain a good balance, it becomes the perfect match. I love hot milk with just a pinch of nutmeg and a spoonful of honey. It makes you feel..." Why is he ogling me this way? "... cozy and warm, especially in the cold winter... Cough!... months... "

   I stop because Sam's expression is really strange. His eyes are fixed on my face. He is approaching me with a smile that is sweet but also kind of predatory.

   "What?" I squeak when he grabs my hand and makes me stand up. "Why are you looking at me like this?"

   Dearest God! He is pulling me towards him with an arm around my waist, and I can do nothing but glue myself to his broad, firm... Oh my!... muscular chest.

   "Do you know what you are?" he purrs in my ear. I squirm at the jolt of heat that rushes down my spine. "You are hot chocolate with pink pepper."

   I gasp when his lips lightly brush my earlobe. Something is definitely happening inside my pants. They are too damn tight. I'll never put them on again.

   "Do you want to know why?" Sam breathes in the crook of my neck, and I get goosebumps on places I didn't even know existed on my body. "It's because you're sweet and addicting, velvety smooth and delicious, tempting me to taste you all the time, but also spicy and messy. You're just the perfect balance of everything."

   Is he talking about me? I am not all of this. He is.

   Sam's palm slides up my back till his fingers bury in my hair. His warm body lures me to press closer. I hesitate for a moment but can't resist and wrap my arms around his neck. His face is so close that our lips almost touch.

    "Can I kiss you, my cute Peppercorn?" he whispers.

   I fear it. I want it. I am not sure I can do it. My head will explode from the thousands of thoughts that are raging inside. Sam is waiting for me to answer, but I can not utter a word. His lips are hypnotizing. I gaze at them. He smells so good. His muscles are moving under my palms while he is drawing slow circles above my waist.

   "I've never done it," I mumble, totally distracted by the way his tongue flips over his bottom lip.

   "I know. Don't worry." He smiles, brushing his lips against mine.

   I am overwhelmed. My senses go crazy. A part of me that I have been holding back for so long is suddenly unleashed. I pounce on him and harshly bite his lip. It is soft and sweet. I need more.

   "Wow, savage," Sam groans. "Just the way I like it."

   He squeezes my trembling body against his, devouring my lips. His mouth is harsh and careful, demanding and giving, tender and dominant, everything at once. I am completely lost in him. His lips are moving between mine, guiding them against his, luring them to part and be brave. A loud moan escapes my chest when the tip of his tongue gently touches mine. I quiver in his arms, taken aback by the realization that this is my first kiss, and it could not be more perfect. Every touch is so intimate. I suddenly feel vulnerable. The most explicit pictures I saw on the internet earlier start to emerge in my mind. I push him away.

   "Wait! I can't do this. I'm sorry! It's not for me," I screech, taking a few steps back.

   "Alec, calm down!" Sam pleads. "What is not for you?"

   "The sex. It's too... it's so... embarrassing," I mutter with burning face. "I saw it. It's very... scary."

   "Hey, it's ok," Sam tries to calm me. "I wasn't planning to have sex with you... tonight, I mean. It takes two willing parties to do the job, you know."

   "I'm not a willing party," I firmly state.

   "Oh, Peppercorn!" Sam grins widely, ruffling my hair. "This will be such fun."

   He flops on the sofa and immediately jumps up with a shrill scream. 

   "What the hell is this?" He turns to peek at the place where he just sat, rubbing his butt with a hand.

   "I'm sorry!" I remorsefully mumble, looking at the package of frozen ravioli I brought with me. The ice has melted, forming a puddle on the seat and a big, wet splotch on Sam's ass. "It's our dinner."

   "Oh, Gosh!" Sam bursts into laughter. "You'll be the death of me! I'll just go change quickly and we can cook them. I think they survived."

    "Ok," I hum, picking at the hem of my shirt.

   "Can we clarify something first?" Sam asks, turning at the door.

   "Mhm." I nod, avoiding to look directly at his face.

   "If I kiss you, it does not mean we are going to have sex. It only means that you are gorgeous, I like you, and I want to kiss you. Is that ok?"

   "Yeah, it's ok?" I finally smile.

   "Fine," he says, beaming at me. "And don't burn down the house until I'm back."

___________________________________

Photo by Full rights with model releases from istockphoto.com

A/N

Hello, at the end of chapter 8!

Thank you so much for reading and supporting! ❤❤❤

This was Alec's very first kiss. Did you like it? 😍

Share your thoughts, ask questions, and criticize if you think it's necessary.

And don't forget to vote if you liked the story.

Love: Anny