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Preacher looked at his reflection in the tiny mirror of his Harley and sighed. He still looked like shit. No surprise there. Kurt and he were discharged from the hospital only yesterday. No matter what he did, he couldn’t cover up the bruises. He’ll have to do. Preacher got off his bike and grabbed the cherry pie from the back.
Earlier, Preacher asked Kurt what Travis’ favorite dessert was. He picked up the box and headed inside the apartment building. Standing outside Travis’ unit, he knocked on the door. Kurt told him he’d be out all night, so Travis and he could have the place to themselves.
Kurt and he weren’t back to being best friends yet, but he was working on it. Travis answered minutes later.
“Hi,” he said. Travis looked good to eat in his buttoned-up white shirt and black jeans. Preacher whistled. “You dressed up for me? Nice.”
Travis’ cheeks turned a little pink.
Preacher took that opportunity to lean in close and kiss him on the mouth. Travis gripped his shoulders and responded passionately. Preacher was tempted to skip dinner altogether and move this to the bedroom. He was primed. His dick got hard just thinking about plowing Travis.
Travis poured all this effort into making dinner, he reminded himself. It would be better to sate their physical hunger first, before sating their other appetites. He pulled away and put one finger against Travis’ lips.
“Not yet, I’ll fuck you after we have dinner,” Preacher said.
“Crude,” Travis muttered but he was smiling.
“I brought you pie.” He held out the box to Travis, whose entire face lit up.
“Thank you. Come right in, please.” Travis accepted his gift and retreated inside. Preacher closed the door behind him.
“Something smells good,” he remarked.
He saw Travis had set up the table. There was even a checkered table cloth, matching plates, and cutlery, even lighted candles. No wine glasses but he saw two bottles of beer. He couldn’t help but grin. Travis really knew him.
“Its nothing special. Just lasagne and some garlic bread,” Travis said quickly, pulling one chair out.
“It’s been ages since I tasted a home-cooked meal. I bet it’s delicious as it looks,” he said, taking a seat.
“Stop bombarding me with compliments,” Travis muttered. “It's making me a little embarrassed.”
“Don’t want to,” he said, smiling. “Kurt’s been telling me that ever since you came back, you’ve been cooking at home. I got envious.”
“You haven’t even tasted my cooking.” Travis pointed out.
Travis reached for his plate and served him a generous portion of lasagne. He topped Preacher’s plate with garlic bread. Preacher grabbed his fork, ready to dig in. He took a slice of lasagne and put it in his mouth. Preacher groaned as the heavenly mix of tomato and melted cheese collided.
“Damn, baby. I didn’t know you could cook like this,” he murmured.
“I just followed a recipe online.”
“Don’t undersell yourself.” They ate quickly and finished off the lasagne. Travis got them extra dessert plates for the pie. Preacher noticed Travis got two big slices for himself.
“You like pie, huh?” Preacher remarked.
“Not as much as you.”
“Oh?” Preacher grew amused. Was Travis trying to flirt with him?
“Forget I said that.”
“I can’t get it out of my mind now.” Preacher took a big spoonful of pie. “Guess what I’m thinking.”
“I’m bad at guesses.”
“I bet if I spread this cherry pie all over you it would taste so much sweeter.”
Travis’ entire face turned red by now. “You wouldn’t.”
“Want a bet?”
Preacher stood up, dessert plate in hand. He still had three-fourths of his pie. Travis gobbled up his first pie, used a napkin to wipe his mouth and then followed Preacher into his bedroom. Preacher opened the bedroom door. He remembered Travis, all those years ago, quietly peeking at him and Kurt from this very corridor. He turned the knob.
“I should’ve cleaned up a little,” Travis was saying behind him.
Preacher entered the room. “Believe me, baby, this is spotless by my standards.”
There were old posters of anime girls on Travis’ wall, a bed in one corner, a big desk with two computer monitors. Next to it was a flat-screen TV with multiple game consoles piled at the bottom.
Preacher whistled. “You sure like your toys, don’t you?”
“You knew what you were getting into,” Travis said, sounding defensive. “That you were dating a nerd.”
“Relax, it’s not an insult. You used to work in the gaming industry but not only that, gaming is your hobby. It’s only natural you have all this stuff. I have nothing against sexy nerds.”
Travis blinked at him. “I’m sorry. It’s just, growing up in this little town, I felt different from everyone else. I was this secretly gay kid who loved anime and gaming, and who also had a massive crush on his brother’s best friend.”
Preacher set the plate of pie on the desk. That done, he yanked Travis close until their bodies touched.
“Correction. You’re now boning your brother’s best friend,” Preacher grinned. “If you want, we can play video games together.”
“Really?” Travis asked, wide-eyed.
“In return, we’ll play the sort of games I like to play.”
“What’s that?” Travis sounded and looked clueless.
“Bedroom ones. Starring us,” Preacher gave Travis a small push towards the bed. Travis took the initiative and pulled off his shirt. “We should get a bigger bed. I’m not sure we can both fit in there.”
“Already on my to-do list,” Travis told him. Travis shimmied out of his jeans, then his underwear. Preacher began to reach for the plate of pie he set down earlier but Travis hopped off the bed and touched his arm. “Wait. Back up a little.”
Preacher took a step back, wondering what was going on in Travis’ head. Travis knelt in front of him and the sight of Travis, naked and willing, sent blood surging to his dick. Travis touched his denim-clad knee.
“You help me get off before. Now it’s my turn,” Travis said.
Preacher chuckled. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. “You keep surprising me, baby.”
Travis hooked his fingers into the belt loops of Preacher’s pants and lowered them to his ankles, along with his boxers, finally exposing his thickening prick. Preacher kicked his pants away. There was finally nothing between them. Preacher had never held out this long before fucking someone but all that effort and the waiting was worth it.
“I don’t want you to get sick of me so soon,” Travis said.
Preacher frowned. Travis sounded completely serious. He speared his fingers into Travis’ hair and gave it a little jerk, so Travis could look up at him.
“That’ll never happen. How many times do I have to convince you I’m not going to fall for someone else?” He demanded.
Sooner or later, Travis had to get rid of these pointless insecurities. Preacher would just have to work harder at convincing Travis he wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’m sorry. It’s still hard to believe we’re together sometimes. I tend to lose things. First, it was my job, then—”
“Shh.” Preacher thumbed his finger over Travis’ bottom lip. “You worry too much, baby.”
“Right. Sorry. I have an important mission, don’t I?” Travis eyed his dick like it was a lollipop.
“Mission?”
“To give you the best blow job you’ve ever experienced.” Travis hesitated. “Although, I don’t have much experience in this area or sex for that matter. I’ve only been serious with one guy.”
“Don’t think, just do,” Preacher remarked.
Travis pressed his lips to the tip of his cock and made a show of slowly licking at the pre-cum gathered there. Preacher couldn’t help but laugh. Travis acted like an amateur porn star but this particular show was just for him. Preacher appreciated that.
“You’re doing a good job so far, baby,” he said.
Travis looked pleased. He sucked and licked the entire length of Preacher’s dick. Travis seemed intent on exploring the entire length of him. Fuck, but Preacher was getting hard. At this rate, he’d blow his load right into Travis’ face. Preacher couldn’t let that happen. Not yet.
“Take me in your mouth,” Preacher ordered, voice harsh.
Travis obeyed him without question. He sheathed his lips over Preacher’s cock. Travis gagged at the size of his dick at first, but that didn’t stop him. Travis hollowed out his cheeks and tried again, getting it right the second time around. Travis used his lips, tongue and even a little bit of teeth as he blew Preacher. What Travis lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm.
Preacher was groaning in moments.
“Stay still.” Preacher ordered.
Travis held his mouth open, as Preacher thrust in and out of him. He pulled out moments later, his cock rock hard. His balls tightened against his body.
“Need to fuck you now,” Preacher said.
He’d never been good at words. Preacher wished he could say something romantic but screw it. Travis also knew what kind of man he was. Words weren’t needed.
“How do you want me?” Travis asked.
Preacher thumbed away the pearl-like droplets that lingered on the corner of Travis’ mouth.
“Get on fours. I want to take you deep and hard.” He commanded.
Travis’ pupils dilated, his bottom lip quivered with want. “Okay.”
Preacher reached for his pants and pulled out the condom he slid into his wallet earlier that evening. “You got lube?” He asked.
“By the bed stand. Next to the lamp,” Travis answered.
Preacher found the bottle. He let out a ‘tsk’. “You like to play with yourself while I’m not around, baby?”
“I think of you whenever I masturbate. Always. Even back when I was alone in my tiny apartment in the city.”
Preacher was pleased by Travis’ response. When he turned around, he saw Travis had gotten into position. Travis looked real good, his lean body slick with sweat, his tight little ass facing Preacher. Travis was practically offering himself to Preacher.
Preacher walked behind him. He positioned himself between Travis’s legs. He ran his hand down the curve of Travis’ left ass cheek. Preacher gave him a smack, the sound echoing through the room. Travis jumped.
“You ready to be ridden, baby?” Preacher asked. “Because there’s no going back from this.”