AN: Hi and thanks for being here! this is my first time posting my work. I write queer, pleasure center drabbles. This is my first erotic piece, but hopefilly not my last. Feel free to let me know your thoughts!
Please take care this holiday season. May winter bring wisdom, kindness, and kisses to your doorstep.
. - Sound_and_Color
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I push into the restaurant eager to warm the chill soaked into my bones from the cold, wet November night. Walking to the restaurant was the best and worst idea I've had today. The fifteen minute walk did clear my head, which was much needed after the day I had, but came at the cost of my body's warmth.
Overhead a swinging bell knocked by the opening door signals my arrival. I look up from wiping my wet boots as the restaurant staff - from kitchen to dining room - call out their chorus of customary greetings. As my own usual greeting, I send a smile and wave to anyone who happens to be looking my way, which is most of the unoccupied staff. It's a friendly bunch and I've had the pleasure of getting to know most of them over the last three years of being a regular.
A quick search of the space reveals my friends clustered around a roaring fire in the corner of the waiting area. Striding closer to them I savor the way air slowly transforms from the downright frigid wind that carried me in, to a comfortable warmth echoing from the fireplace. I shed my outerwear and straighten my clothes as I join their boisterous circle basking in the warmth of their cheered welcome.
This is most of my chosen family and we make it a priority to gather all together at least once a week to catch up and enjoy each other's company. As grateful as I am to see them, they aren't the only highlight of my evening. There is another reason I pick this spot every time it's my turn to select our gathering place - and it's not the short walk or varied menu [although that is a win].
The chatter around me fades to the background as my eyes lock onto the movements of an impossibly tall, thick-armed, blessedly built human in the kitchen just beyond the waiting area. The brilliant open floor plan gives me the view I need to drink him in as he works whatever food magic is before him. I suppress a groan as I watch his arm muscles tighten and release as he picks up a pan and tosses its contents. His body stretches in practiced motion across an open counter space as he reaches for a clean plate shelved above. His movements are smooth with the ease of repetition, dumping the pan's contents onto the plate. A quick garnish and he places it in the serving window.
I shift subtly, adjusting my position to be at the perfect angle to see his face as he slides the plated meal to a server. Mid-action, he looks up and catches my eye. I smiled and winked. A sweet smile lights up his beautiful face as he finishes pushing the plate towards the server who whisks it away. My eyes are glued to him as he favors me with a polite nod.
I throw out a teasing eyebrow, lips twisting into a slight smirk, and tilt my head, eyes darting to the back of the restaurant before meeting his eyes again. His eyes shift to the back and confusion flickers across his face. I lick my lips and wink again, this time wiggling my eyebrows suggestively with a light shimmy of my shoulders. His grin gets bigger as his eyes light up with a flash of understanding. He mouths "fifteen" with a final nod of agreement from me, he turns to the next task a goofy grin painted on his face. I swallowed down the giggle at his reaction. To be fair I can't wipe the grin off my face either. I've been unusually hungry for a while and this night might just satisfy my appetite.
I turn my attention to my circle of friends and catch a look of interest on Shalar's face, a dear friend from my first job in town. Their eyes flash between me and the chef widening a bit, before they give me a smirk filled with mischief and wiggly eyebrows. I mouth "later" to which they respond with a casual "damn right" before we both return our full attention to the group. Moments later our table is ready. We sit, Shalar making it a point to snag the open seat to my right once I've settled in an [easily escapable] aisle spot.
We order drinks and a round of appetizers before diving into sharing the recent changes in our lives. The thing I love about this group of people is it's always more than just small talk and catching up. We enter the deep end of conversations fast. It's the benefit of knowing each other for over five years. The other thing I savor about these beautiful people, is that if I disappear for a little while, no one will mind although Shalar will be poking for details upon my return.
When thirteen minutes have passed, I lean over to ask Shalar to place my meal order to which they respond with a calculated "with pleasure, and I am sure I'm not the only about to do a pleasurable thing" with more wiggling of their eyebrows. I throw my head back with a laugh and announce to the table that I'm heading out for a fresh breath of air. Which gets a few smirks from the few folks who know that's usually code for a pre-dinner toke, but this time I won't just finish off a blunt in an alley or hotboxing in a car. This time I am gonna satisfy another appetite.
I make my way towards the back of the room, the butterflies weaving paths through my stomach and chest. A symphony of warmth rising with a wave of anticipation and affection. I relieve some of the overwhelming feelings through my hands clenching them seven times - a sacred number of luck and wisdom. Settling and releasing a deep breath, I surrender to the intoxicating feeling of sensuality that begins to slide through my veins. My little snack has no idea what he is in for tonight.
I push open the door at the back of the room and slip through the doorway. I arrive in the hallway that is home to the loading dock entrance, the kitchen exit, and bathrooms. He's already there leaning against the farthest wall near the exit to the loading dock. His curly, dark, hair that usually falls in soft curls to his mid-back is pulled into a tight braid. The slightly damp strands of his grown out bangs hang loose around the edges of his face soaking up the sweat caused by the hot kitchen he departed. Disgruntled from being stuffed under his hat, the freed hairs lightly frame his closed eyes and lay flat against the sides of his uplifted, sun-kissed face. He looks at ease. His long, thick frame is loose and relaxed as he rests against the wall. Dressed in a translucent, sweaty t-shirt and his white chef's jacket hanging open to reveal his deliciously tight, thigh-hugging black pants. Most would think that his stature makes him look intimidating, but I know for a fact that even though his body is layered with thick muscles, he's a gentle giant.
He's such a sight that I know the moment my breath stops before picking up again. I want to own him tonight, to bring him a different kind of ease. If he'll let me.
"Alois..." I breathe out. His head tilts down and his eyes open catching mine. He smiles, holding out a hand. I step forward and take it without a thought. I savor the feeling of his hand encompassing my own with a warmth and softness I find deep comfort in. With a tender, but strong grip he pulls me through the door next to him. We both suck in a breath of shock as the cold winter night greets us. Briefly ducking out into the icy rain to dash down the stairs before taking cover under the ease of the loading dock that is nestled into a quiet alley between buildings. Most of his co-workers use it for smoke breaks, but we like to use it for our own type of breather.
The cold creeps up on me again as I slip into a dip in the wall a few feet on the other side of the loading dock door. Using my grip on his hand, I tug him towards me. He slides forward and cages me in. We're close, but not quite touching. His free hand lands against the wall slightly above my head. An easy feat given he towers a head and a half over me. His body effectively blocks me from the brunt of the cold and most of the street lights. From our time together I know it's intentional. He knows how cold I get and we both know how hot he can run. I also have a thing about bright lights shining in my direction.
