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+{Kasper's Den}+
Part 10
[By Emri]
Opening my eyes in Amir's warm, protective hold against his soothing heartbeat is the greatest way to wake up; at least until I realize that I have to pee and I can't wiggle out. I raised my head from his chest and looked up his strong, brown jaw to watch his pronounced, Arab nose flair and close with his light snores. His eyes were closed with a row of long, black lashes lining the center of them. He looked so peaceful and innocent when he slept. It was nothing like the muscled beast who'd ravaged my ass the night before.
Last night his parents left early for a fundraiser. I couldn't remember if it was for an orphanage in Bangladesh or building a new library. Ali, his twin, left too so we had the place to ourselves.
"This will be us someday with a family of our own. We will have a quiet night at home together and you'll make us something for dinner," Amir said as he kissed the back of my neck and slid his arms around me from behind as we watched his parents leave.
"I'm making dinner?" I asked as I turned my face to the side to get a kiss on the cheek.
"I think you should. How else will we feed ourselves? Father gave chef the night off. You wouldn't let us starve, would you?" Amir said with an oddly cold air that didn't sound like he was joking. I've never really prepared much other than cereal or toast. My mother is very traditional and she thought boys shouldn't cook or do "girl" things... it would make them gay.
"Ok, sure... I guess I could make a salad," I said as I looked at the bowl of fresh vegetables Emerson always kept on the counter.
"Good, something light so you can please me afterwards," Amir said as though that too was part of my job. He kissed my cheek and then went to flop on the couch and put on a soccer game.
I found some kale in the fridge and I knew where Emerson kept the big salad bowl when he made his uber-healthy creations. I diced an onion and sliced a tomato like I'd watched him do. I added cucumber, some tiny nuts (I didn't know what kind, but I liked them in the salads he made), and added the light dressing he uses. I tossed it all together and then found some smaller bowls for us.
"Are you almost done? I don't think it's supposed to take this long," Amir called from the couch in between cheering on his team.
"I... yes... just wait," I said and tried to hurry.
"Don't use that tone with me," Amir said and turned off the game. I stared at him with my jaw hanging open. I don't think he'd talked to me like that before. He stood up and walked towards me looking at me as if I was in need of punishment.
"You're being... Why are you being mean?" I asked and felt my voice breaking.
"We'll eat outside," he said, ignoring my question. "Bring the bowls out when you finish, and don't take too long." He walked past me and out the front door.
I felt like throwing it all in the trash and going to my room. I didn't know why he was being like that. I was confused and upset. I took a deep breath though. My submissive side told me to just take him his dinner. I rationalized that maybe he was just upset because he was hungry.
I put the bowls on a tray with napkins and two forks. I had to elbow the exit button on the door while i balanced it, but when I got halfway through the door I realized he'd want a drink too.
"Fuck," I whispered to myself and turned back towards the kitchen. I thought again of throwing it all away, but I couldn't. I love him and I wasn't up for a fight. We'd had a nice day together.
I grabbed two glasses and filled them with the cucumber water Emerson had made that morning. I loaded them on the tray and fought with the door again.
"Dude, what are you doing? I'm starved," Amir called from around the corner.
"I'm coming," I said, not sure if he would hear me.
"Hurry up," he barked. His tone, his words, the final straw. I set the tray down on the ground and went the other way. I'd had enough.
"Did you drop it?" he called when he heard the clink of bowls and forks. I went over to a bench by the front door and sat down, trying not to cry.
"Are you crying?" Amir called and I heard his footsteps rush around the corner. "Kasper? Baby love?" his tone changed completely when he saw me.
"What did I do? Why are you mad at me?" I asked and sniffled. He came over to me and squatted down in front of me. He took my hands and leaned in to rub his nose against mine.
"Come with me," he said and pulled on my hands. He pulled me up to my feet and then walked backwards and led me around the house.
"Oh!" I gasped when I saw what he had set up. There was a small round table with a white table cloth under a zig-zag of white sparkling lights near the pool. The table was set with plates and silverware and two flutes of some sparkling juice and flickering candles in the center of the table. It looked like a fancy restaurant. .
"It was a joke. I forget I can't prank you like I do with other guys. You're too sweet," he insisted in a sheepish, apologetic voice.
"Oh!" was all I could say. It was so beautiful and perfect. One of the house staff came out carrying a pizza box.
"I had them make your favorite food. I called your mom and she said you liked the pizza place near their house so I had the chef call them and bribe them for the exact recipe and one of their boxes. We had to special order the flour from a place in Ventura... see?" Amir said as he took the box from the house guy.
"It's from Perelli's! Holy woah!" I looked down and Amir opened it to show a perfect cheese pizza like I'd eaten hundreds of times as a kid.
"Of course! Only the best for my love," Amir said. "Am I forgiven? It was a bad joke."
"I can't believe you... no one's ever done something so thoughtful like that for me." I shook my head and looked at him. Amir moved towards me and leaned over the pizza box with his lips puckered like he wanted a kiss. I held back though and he pulled away with a guilty look.
"Why don't we go eat by the pool? Forget the fancy table, it's pizza," Amir offered. I followed him along the side of the pool back to a private area away from the big house. There were a few loungers hidden by a canopy of low palms.
"I can't wait for you to try this. It's the best cheese pizza you'll ever eat!" I said as Amir sat down on the lounge chair and patted the spot next to him. There was a small side table where he set down the box and opened it. He took out a slice for me and got one for himself.
Perelli's is that floppy thin New York style that you have to fold in half or it all slides off. Only he didn't know that, and he didn't follow my style. I counted to three and then we both took a bite. It was hot, fresh, and just like I remembered it. Amir took a bite and chewed on it as if evaluating.
"Not too bad," he said with a shrug. "Kinda greasy though." He set his slice down and wiped the back of his hand across his lips, smearing a little red sauce over his cheek. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over it. Amir blushed and his lips spread into that confident smile that knows how much I want him.
"It's pretty messy," he said. He picked up his slice again and it flopped over as he brought it to his lips. The cheese and sauce slid off the bread and went straight down between his pecs and under his loose tank top.
"You're pretty messy," I corrected with a laugh.
"Aww fuck!" Amir laughed and put the slice down. He peeled off his tank top and used it to wipe off the cheese from his chest then tossed it on the grass. His rippling brown chest and abs lay illuminated by the night lights. Somehow the trail of sauce between his pecs only added to his allure. I couldn't stop laughing at his helpless state.
"You have to fold it in half or it spills everywhere," I gave him a pointer.
"Now you tell me." Amir glared. He took another piece from the box and folded it like I showed him. He went to bite into it. As he did, a large drop of grease and sauce escaped from the slice and landed on his bulging chest then rolled down his abs stopping at the green waistband of his boxer briefs that poked out from his shorts.
"It's good but so messy. I'm not used to it," Amir noted. The oily line highlighted his perfect abs and led my eyes down to his bulge. Staring at the glittering trail distracted me from the pizza. I needed his cock.
"You're eating like a two-year-old. You made a mess. Seriously, you might do better with a baby bib.." I covered a laugh and tried to look stern.
"I'm not a bab-" he started, but then went quiet as he came to the realization of what I was doing. He then continued, "Maybe you can help clean me... daddy?".
"I think I'd better." I set down my slice and leaned towards Amir. I crawled over him and kissed his firm pecs one after the other. He tossed his pizza over towards the open box and leaned back against the lounger while he slid his hands down my back. He lifted my shirt up and slid it off me.
"Yeah? You can help me?" Amir did the most adorable voice in his attempt to sound helpless.
"Such a mess! It's up to daddy to clean you" I said in my best daddy voice.
