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Not One For Weddings Ch. 07

by FoodOfLove on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Chris Over the next couple of weeks, Julian and I fell into an easy pattern of going to either my place or his after we'd gotten off of work. We'd come to a sort of silent agreement that neither of us cared to be apart if we didn't have to be, and as such we hadn't spent so much as a night apart. I'd arrived at his place and was waiting outside his door,...

Not One For Weddings Ch. 05

by FoodOfLove on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

Chris "Looks like someone had a fun weekend," my student teacher offered me by way of greeting as I came into the classroom. Instinctively, I covered my neck with my hand. Julian had left me with more than a few hickeys, but they were mostly out of sight with some strategically placed clothing. Or so I'd thought. "Good morning to you too, Rachel," I mu...

Not One For Weddings Ch. 08

by FoodOfLove on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

Chris "Did you like the movie," Julian asked as I locked the door behind us. He had chosen the movie that night - a documentary on waste dumping in some river or other; in any case, not exactly my idea of a thrilling cinematic experience. I spent most of it stuffing popcorn in my face and watching Julian's somehow entranced expression trained on the movie...

Not One For Weddings Ch. 04

by FoodOfLove on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I had to admit it - Chris was right. The zoo had been fun. I hadn't been to one since I was in elementary school, and definitely didn't remember having half as much fun then as I had with Chris; then again, as a six-year-old, I was probably too busy eating dirt or something. The time passed by easily with Chris. He knew his way around the park, and freel...

Not One For Weddings Ch. 03

by FoodOfLove on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The soft morning light streaming in through the window is what finally woke me up. Fluttering my eyes open, I was confronted by an unfamiliar sight - a shirtless chest beneath me, an arm flung over me, a strong leg weighing on top of mine. A smile crept over me as memories of the night before washed over me; the coat closet, dancing at the wedding, making...

Not One For Weddings Ch. 06

by FoodOfLove on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Chris "You're late," I informed my tardy sister as she slid into the booth across me. "I know, sorry. Is that iced tea?" She began to gulp down the drink I'd ordered for her without waiting for my answer, then turned back to me. "Tell me about the guy you're seeing." I was immediately guarded. "What about him?" "Christopher, don't try this shit on m...

Not One For Weddings

by FoodOfLove on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"You may kiss the bride." We erupted into applause as Jeff and Samantha sealed their vows with a kiss. Jeff pressed his bride to him suggestively, transforming our claps into whistles and cheers. Samantha pulled away from him red-cheeked and playfully punched his arm. They turned to face their guests hand-in-hand, looking exuberant and very much in love....

Tin-Foil Hearts

by FoodOfLove on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"I have a delivery for a 'Mr. Eric Grant'?" A delivery? "Uh, sure. That's me. Come on up." I buzzed through disembodied delivery man, and curiously awaited him until five knocks on my apartment door announced his arrival. Opening it, I was surprised by the sight of two dozen long-stem red roses and a velvety red gift box with a gold bow and ribbon. "What...

Sunday Morning

by FoodOfLove on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Micah." I groaned slightly at the sound. "Micah, wake up," a voice sang to me. I groaned again, louder this time. "Micah, babe, you can't stay asleep all day," the sing-song voice chided me, "you have to wake up now." "It's Sunday," I mumbled in protest. "Exactly! It's your one day off this week, and you're wasting it by sleeping! Come on, it's pracat...

Wandering Eyes

by FoodOfLove on Aug 22, 2017
Gay Male

"What do you think of him," I asked, pointing to an older man with a combover. "He looks like he won't spit on our food." "Ugh, I hope not. He looks like the kind to talk about his grandkids to us for twenty minutes and then forget to take our order." "What about her?" Jason rolled his eyes at me. "She's wearing cat ears, Levi." "How about him," I gestur...