Theron
paced Aristotle, walking beside him as they set off to
his house. Theron enjoyed just being with Aristotle
without talking. They were silent as they went along
the path that led to his home. The trees and sounds
Theron had become accustomed to already surrounded
them. It usually took about twenty minutes to get from
the center to his place. To Theron, the walk passed so
quickly.
“Come in
and I’ll show you my grill. Maybe even make you
something,” Theron offered as they stopped at the
bottom steps.
“Is that
like showing me your etchings?” Aristotle’s lips
twitched.
“No.”
Theron bit his lips, trying not to laugh, then spoke
again. “Del, Bur, and Bernie gave me a housewarming
gift. They had a commercial grill built in the
backyard, and also a portable one with all the things
I would need to run them both. Both use gas as well as
charcoal. Then, to top it off,they got me a good-sized
deep freezer and gave me enough meat and poultry that
I can throw a huge ass party and not have to buy much
meat.” He eyed Aristotle. “Seems like I’m around some
very generous folks.”
“Yes, and
being such a gracious man, you accepted it without any
back talk.” Aristotle grinned. “Although it’s tempting
to come see your grill and have you cook on it for me,
I’m going to have pass for now.”
Aristotle
pulled him close and kissed Theron thoroughly, then
stepped back. Theron took a step forward, then caught
himself. Aristotle turned and made his way to his
truck.
“We don’t
have any chaperones today.” Theron shifted to try to
relieve pressure on his erection in his jeans.
“We’re
taking our time, Theron. Build the anticipation.”
“Anticipation is overrated.” |
