7 Cheesy Fries

Lance

"What's your name?"

We are in the kitchen fully dressed now. We didn't have sex, we only jerked each other off but it felt wholesome and complete. I am not even thinking about sex with him right now, just getting the opportunity to spend more time with him is satisfying.

He opens the fridge and brings out a pack of processed fries. "I am boxers' thief," he reminds me of the name.

I roll my eyes because he knows what I mean "Your real name."

He chuckles "I thought we were okay with the mystery. Doesn't it make this even more exciting?"

I frown "I want to know your name."

"Fuck," he runs his hands through his hair "Are you gonna take no for an answer?" he is hopeful as he asks.

I shake my head because I think we are past this mystery. I want to get to know this guy and the first thing he should've told me was his name. "Can you help with the meat?" he slides a bowl with shredded meat inside. I look at the raw meat in disgust.

Laughing he moves closer and stands behind me "You want me to touch this?" it is bloody and kinda gross.

He nods "Just help me spice it up," he gives me some tiny containers of different kinds of spices. There is black pepper, curry, thyme and coriander. I don't have the faintest clue what he wants me to do. I can't cook.

"I really don't know what you want me to do," I inform him with an exasperated sigh.

"Okay, I'm going to have to show you how to do this because once you give it a try you will beg for more. You're going to have to make it yourself when I am not with you."

I raise a brow as he collects the meat from me and starts to marinate the spices into. How does he even know the quantity to put in the bowl? "So, what is this special recipe you're making?" I lean against the counter watching him in amazement.

"Cheesy fries."

"So basically, fries with cheese?"

He nods while putting the minced meat into a pan with butter. He stares the meat until it cooks and I watch him curiously. After the meat is cooked, he puts it in a clean plate. He fries the potatoes in hot oil "Do you cook everything you eat?"

He shakes his head "We have a chef. So I never come into the kitchen. Whenever my dad's not around, which is a lot. I send Phillip home." Phillip must be the chef.

"Are you sure you didn't just want to be alone with me?" I walk over to him and he smiles, welcoming me into his arms. It is uncanny how comfortable we are around each other. This is someone I just met yesterday and It feels like I have known him all my life. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and he turns his face till his lips are so close to mine.

The oil is making frying sounds as we kiss, but all I can focus on is the beating of his heart. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and I welcome him. We continue kissing in the middle of his kitchen and it is the best feeling ever. We don't take it further than that and when we pull apart, he looks into my eyes with so much intensity that I want to cry from all the emotions I am experiencing.

It takes a moment for him to regain his stance "Thank you for going into my room last night."

I furrow my brows and he places a soft peck to my right cheek "Thank you for making that first move, God knows I wouldn't have had the courage." he is still watching me.

Making my heart race.

After a second, he turns back to the fire and focuses on the food. I let go of him and walk back to my previous position. We remain quiet for the rest of the time and once the meal is cooked, he leads me to the dining table. He sets our plates and sits down staring at the delight he prepared.

The hunger in me intensifies from the beauty of the plate in front of me. He made this to perfection; almost like he intended to please me. "Try it." he urges.

I grab the fork filled with fries covered in meat and cheese and put it in my mouth. My taste buds awaken from how delicious it is, with eyes wide I exclaim "Jesus, it is amazing," I chew the food slowly to savour the taste.

He smiles satisfied and takes a fork too.

My phone rings and I look at the ID. It is Jack, shit I forgot about Jack. I am not ready to leave yet. I need to spend more time with him. "I have to get this," I explain even though he didn't ask. He nods in approval and I stand up and walk to a corner in the room "Hey"

"You done?" he chirps into the phone.

"Not yet."

He sighs "Dude, it's been two hours already. I am tired of waiting. I've spent all the cash on me on wings. I can't eat anymore," he complains and I feel guilty all of a sudden.

"Shit, I don't want to leave yet. We are having a good time."

"Did you fuck him yet?" he is being vulgar but that is just how Jack is. He is a very rotten human being.

I smile because I am pretty sure if anyone was getting fucked, it would be me. I shake my head in an attempt to get the thought out of my head. "No one is getting fucked" I turn around and he is watching me with a smirk on his face. He can totally hear me right now.

I walk till I am standing in front of a window; I grab the curtains "I thought you went there to get dicked up?" he shouts into my ear.

"That's not why I came. Just go home. I will uber back," I dismiss him because he is taking part of my time by having this discussion.

"That's a lot of money,"

"I know, I got a raise in my allowance. Luckily, don't worry about me. I'll be fine." I assure him. I guess I won't be able to get the game I have been saving up for.

Shit.

His voice is hesitant "Are you sure?"

I nod "Yeah, thanks for bringing me."

I end the call and walk back to the table "Is there a problem?" he asks me still smirking. I want to wipe that smirk off his face.

"No, my friend dropped me off. I told him to go, I'll just uber back home" I tell him being an open book with him.

He smiles "I can drop you off."

I wave my hands in dismissal "It's fine. I'll call a car. It's not a hassle." I try to get him out of it. Taking me home means I get to spend more time with him but I don't want to impose. It is quite a drive and he'll be tired.

"I don't mind, honestly." he reaches for me.

I look at our hands entwined and it would be the perfect wallpaper for my phone; I wish I could take a picture, make this moment last forever. His hands are covered in veins. He has impossibly enormous hands, compared to mine. His handshakes could definitely snap my wrist in two If he wanted to; considering I have weak bones.

"I am like an hour away with traffic."

"I don't mind babe."

Babe?

Wow.

No one has ever called me babe before. It feels so good hearing that from him. Suddenly I can't fight him on this. He has won this battle, that I didn't even know I was fighting.

We continue our food with small talk and the night suddenly became perfect.