Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #13 (2.9)

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After making love, Evan is reluctant to just roll over and go to sleep. Maybe a little bite to eat, he wonders. See what's going on with Evan and Chan in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Super Trooper #13 (2.9)

“No, I am not tired,” Chan replied, savoring the feel of Evan’s finger on his lips. “I was just thinking… would you like something to eat? I can make something for us… that is, if you would like…” He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate, as though he were begging the man to stay under any pretext. Although he would, if it became necessary. Beg, that is.

Evan hesitated for a moment. “If it’s not too much trouble? Food sounds good actually. I seem to have worked up an appetite.” Evan’s low-pitched chuckle was infectious. Chan couldn’t help but laugh in return.

“I too have worked up an appetite,” he said. He rolled to the edge of the bed and threw his legs over the side of the bed, debating whether he should throw on a pair of shorts or a robe or something.

 “Do you have an apron?”

Evan’s question was unexpected.

“An apron? Actually, yes, I do.” The apron had been a gift from Chan’s mother. She’d taught him to cook at a young age. He’d always enjoyed spending time with her in the kitchen, watching her prepare their meals, so it was only logical he begin acting as her sous chef.  It wasn’t long before she allowed him to prepare whole meals on his own. He was proud to be able to cook for his family.

“Then wear only that and your beautiful smile,” Evan said.

Chan’s heart beat faster even as he tried to perform a mental inventory of what was in the refrigerator. “As you wish,” he said. Padding on bare feet toward the door, he dared a glimpse back at Evan. To his surprise, he saw the man also rising, as if he intended to follow him into the kitchen. Or perhaps he intended to answer nature’s call.

But no, his destination seemed to be the same as Chan. He followed Chan into the small kitchen and watched while he pulled the apron from one of the drawers and slid it over his head.

“Here, let me do that.” Evan gestured toward the ties.

Chan stopped what he was doing. He stood still as Evan came up behind him and finished the fastened the ties. Then Evan pressed up against him and began to kiss the crook of Chan’s neck.  Chan couldn’t help but moan. Cooking would be difficult if Evan continued to do that. He was derailing Chan’s thought processes all over again, but in a good way.

“You smell good,” Evan whispered just before he stepped back. “I guess I better quit that or I’ll just keep you from cooking.”

Chan turned to face Evan. Even in the middle of the night, in the not—too-bright light of Chan’s kitchen, the trooper looked amazing. Chan couldn’t help but eye him up and down. How many more chances would he have to do this? He had no idea if Evan would ever want to see him again, although he certainly hoped so. And his heart kept saying there was something there between them.

Evan was hard already, just from nuzzling Chan apparently. And Chan wanted him, wanted him very much.

He met Evan’s eyes, read the need and desire in them which undoubtedly mirrored his own. “Food can wait,” he said in a surprisingly firm voice, even as he wondered if he’d gone too far.

“My thoughts exactly,” Evan said, dispelling that notion. He stepped toward Chan and meshed their lips together even as he lifted him from the floor, his hands beneath Chan’s buttocks. Chan wrapped his legs around Evan’s waist as he carried him back into the bedroom.
* * * *

It broke Evan’s heart to leave Chan the next morning. They’d gone back to bed, where Evan had removed the cute apron he’d just helped tie onto Chan, and they’d made love again… and again… and again.

They never did get anything to eat.

Evan wanted to stay curled up against Chan, hold him close all day, but he couldn’t do that. He was scheduled to work that morning. Bad enough he had gotten next to no sleep, but more importantly, he didn’t have a clean uniform with him. He hadn’t expected any of this. At best, he thought he might get laid and return to his apartment. Of course, he hadn’t counted on seeing Chan again, or being with him all night long.

Chan was fast asleep when Evan got up, and oh God, how adorable he looked. So vulnerable, and so cute. He hated to wake him, but he refused to steal away, like a thief in the night either. Chan meant more to him than that, even if he didn’t understand exactly how he felt about him. But he knew Chan was more than another notch on his bedpost. And he knew he wanted to see him again, as soon as possible.

He nuzzled Chan’s cheek until the other man woke, his eyes heavy with sleep.

“Mmmmmm?” Chan mumbled. Evan had no idea what that was supposed to mean, so he kissed him again.

“I have to go,” he said apologetically. “I’m scheduled to work today, and I need a uniform and a shower.”

The words seemed to seep into Chan’s consciousness as a small frown furrowed his brow.

Please don’t be sad.

“I don’t get off until eight tonight,” Evan said, which only deepened Chan’s frown. “I know that’s late, but would you like to have dinner with me? At my place? We can get something to go. Or if you like, we can go out.” Evan hoped Chan would rather stay in, but he’d abide by whatever Chan said. Assuming he even wanted to see Evan.

Chan’s face sudden cleared at Evan’s words. “Eating in with you would be wonderful,” he said breathily.

Evan leaned down and kissed Chan softly. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way. I’ll need to change—”

“Come as you are,” Chan said.

Evan couldn’t help but smile.

to be continued

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