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!
“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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