Accused of having an incorrect visa, Mem Fox detained by immigration officials at LA airportDEBORAH BOGLE, Books Editor, The Advertiser
( Read more... )
Drew peeked out into the dining room. Every table was full, most of them onto the dessert service. And 85 percent had ordered Ren's baked cheesecake.
Drew had to admit, he'd been worried when he'd turned down the big wedding function that had wanted him to cater for them. But he'd also had to admit - Ren was right, the food they'd wanted wasn't within Drew (or Ren's) scope to provide. Drew wasn't classist - there was nothing wrong with mini hot dogs, sausage sizzles, or liking packet cake mix . . . but it wasn't what his restaurant was about. He prided himself on hearty, tasty, comforting homestyle cooking . . . while Ren was focussed on exquisite, quality cakes, patisseries and desserts. It was a combination that worked, and he didn't want to mess with it.
Or with Ren. Speaking of which - his hot arsed salamander seemed to have removed himself from the pizza oven.
"I'm cold," his lover whispered in his ear.
"Not surprising, since we've turned all the ovens off," Drew replied, pretending indifference.
"And horny," Ren was nothing if upfront about his needs. Drew managed to suppress a needy whimper.
"That's not surprising either," he choked out. "But I can help you out if you want to go upstairs."
"Oh, I think I could cope with that," Ren purred in his ear, pushing him toward the staircase. "You know what happens to salamanders when they get cold."
Drew did know - cold salamanders sought out heat as a survival instinct, which made it really hard to cook pizzas. In which case . . .
"Get yourself up there and undressed," Drew ordered. "I'm gonna blow that pretty dick and those pretty brains . . . . you're gonna be so hot you'll think you're a super nova." Because, after all, Ren had an amazing cock - and woodfired pizza was one of the most popular items on Drew's menu.
Ren's dick probably wasn't the hugest penis in the word, but it was certainly the biggest Drew had ever sucked. It was also the only one he'd managed to deep throat, mostly because he'd never been motivated enough to learn how before he met Ren. But now - oh yeah, that big, thick meaty cock, banging into the back of his throat, that was fucking awesome.
And his own cocking, aching and throbbing and completely neglected until . . .
Ren shot down his throat, salty semen shooting directly into his gut, do not pass go, do not collect $200. But then Ren was dragging him up, fingers digging into his arms, the man had barely finished spurting, but there was a strong hand on Drew's cock, jerking him roughly up and down.
"Oh God, yes . . . yes . . . please, more, do it, do it, almost . . . " Drew babbled as he felt his balls boil over and spill his seed through Ren's fingers. Ren grinned and kissed him, and mind blowing, soul shaking, drugging kiss. They stilled, panting together, skin sticky with sperm. God, did it get any better?
Maybe.
Drew sighed and collapsed onto the bed tugging Ren down beside him. Ren snuggled in, seeking heat as always, his lips nibbling up and down Drew's neck. Maybe there were advantages to having to chase a salamander out of his pizza oven after all.
I think it's very important to the success of Drew's restaurant that Ren never get cold. Although Ren is primarily responsible for desserts, his survival instincts could suck every tiny little bit of heat out of all of Drew's kitchen equipment without thinking of the consequences to the business. Ren would feel guilty and Drew would feel guilty for not seeing to his lover's needs, so it's in both their best interests that Ren stays warm.
I'm currently thinking there might be new fics next week with a pairing that involves one withdrawing from a catnip addiction. Just cos I will have a week at home to fill in (I forgot to ask if I could drive while I detox but I'm imagining the large amounts of diazepam will be an issue) and my fics sometimes mirror real life.
Did I mention that I have a air dryer set up in the bathtub for drying things that need to be dried flat. Why there's not an air drying room in houses I do not know. Anyway it doesn't make sense to dry socks in the electric dryer all by themselves so they're attached to the outer wire with clothes pins.
Na-may seems to think I need monitoring in the bathroom. So there I sit doing things.. and she comes over bats at a sock, reaches up to the top and pull the wooden clamp style clothes pin down so she can get her mouth onto the two ends of the clothes pin, squeeze it and take the sock off the wire with the pin still attached.She did this 3 times and then took one of the socks with its pin in her mouth out of the bathroom.
Drew had to admit, he'd been worried when he'd turned down the big wedding function that had wanted him to cater for them. But he'd also had to admit - Ren was right, the food they'd wanted wasn't within Drew (or Ren's) scope to provide. Drew wasn't classist - there was nothing wrong with mini hot dogs, sausage sizzles, or liking packet cake mix . . . but it wasn't what his restaurant was about. He prided himself on hearty, tasty, comforting homestyle cooking . . . while Ren was focussed on exquisite, quality cakes, patisseries and desserts. It was a combination that worked, and he didn't want to mess with it.
Or with Ren. Speaking of which - his hot arsed salamander seemed to have removed himself from the pizza oven.
"I'm cold," his lover whispered in his ear.
"Not surprising, since we've turned all the ovens off," Drew replied, pretending indifference.
"And horny," Ren was nothing if upfront about his needs. Drew managed to suppress a needy whimper.
"That's not surprising either," he choked out. "But I can help you out if you want to go upstairs."
"Oh, I think I could cope with that," Ren purred in his ear, pushing him toward the staircase. "You know what happens to salamanders when they get cold."
Drew did know - cold salamanders sought out heat as a survival instinct, which made it really hard to cook pizzas. In which case . . .
"Get yourself up there and undressed," Drew ordered. "I'm gonna blow that pretty dick and those pretty brains . . . . you're gonna be so hot you'll think you're a super nova." Because, after all, Ren had an amazing cock - and woodfired pizza was one of the most popular items on Drew's menu.
Reply
And his own cocking, aching and throbbing and completely neglected until . . .
Ren shot down his throat, salty semen shooting directly into his gut, do not pass go, do not collect $200. But then Ren was dragging him up, fingers digging into his arms, the man had barely finished spurting, but there was a strong hand on Drew's cock, jerking him roughly up and down.
"Oh God, yes . . . yes . . . please, more, do it, do it, almost . . . " Drew babbled as he felt his balls boil over and spill his seed through Ren's fingers. Ren grinned and kissed him, and mind blowing, soul shaking, drugging kiss. They stilled, panting together, skin sticky with sperm. God, did it get any better?
Maybe.
Drew sighed and collapsed onto the bed tugging Ren down beside him. Ren snuggled in, seeking heat as always, his lips nibbling up and down Drew's neck. Maybe there were advantages to having to chase a salamander out of his pizza oven after all.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
I'm currently thinking there might be new fics next week with a pairing that involves one withdrawing from a catnip addiction. Just cos I will have a week at home to fill in (I forgot to ask if I could drive while I detox but I'm imagining the large amounts of diazepam will be an issue) and my fics sometimes mirror real life.
Reply
Did I mention that I have a air dryer set up in the bathtub for drying things that need to be dried flat. Why there's not an air drying room in houses I do not know. Anyway it doesn't make sense to dry socks in the electric dryer all by themselves so they're attached to the outer wire with clothes pins.
Na-may seems to think I need monitoring in the bathroom. So there I sit doing things.. and she comes over bats at a sock, reaches up to the top and pull the wooden clamp style clothes pin down so she can get her mouth onto the two ends of the clothes pin, squeeze it and take the sock off the wire with the pin still attached.She did this 3 times and then took one of the socks with its pin in her mouth out of the bathroom.
How does she know how to do that?!
Reply
Leave a comment