by Josan
Like how your partner tosses his socks into the hamper, paired or unpaired.
Then there's the infamous squeezing of the toothpaste tube.
Whether dishes are rinsed before being put in the dishwasher.
Nighttime rituals.
All the little things that, depending on one's partner, can make a Mount
Everest out of a molehill.
Actually, thought Walter, there had been few molehills in their relationship
so far. They both paired their socks before tossing them into the hamper.
They both squeezed the toothpaste from the bottom. They both automatically
rinsed the dishes before heading for the dishwasher.
As for the nighttime rituals, no problem there either. It was strange that
two men who were used to living on their own would have habits that merged
so easily.
No, all things considered, there was very little about his partner and lover
that annoyed Walter Skinner.
Well, that wasn't quite true. There was one thing.
Walter looked at the desserts he had picked up on his way home and knew that
by selecting what he had, he was going to suffer.
He sighed.
He loved pecan butter tarts and the pastry shop he frequented produced the
most incredible specimens.
The crust was rich without being heavy. The filling sweet but not
sickeningly so. Runny, but to the right consistency. The nuts were broken,
not pulverized.
Accompanied by a cup of after-supper coffee, he could think of no better way
to put aside the hassles of the day.
It should have been a relaxing experience. Instead...
Walter picked up the tray and made his way into the living room. He placed
it down on the coffee table that was situated between his favourite armchair
and the matching leather couch.
With a restrained sigh, he took one of the sweet tarts and his coffee and
went to sit in his chair.
"Hey! You got some of those pecan tarts!"
Walter hummed neutrally.
Eyes resolutely determined to focus on the big-screen television playing
Monday night football, Walter tried hard to ignore the happy smile of his
partner.
It wasn't that the man was a sloppy eater. Or that he chewed with his mouth
open. Or that he made "piggy" noises as he ate.
No. It was the bloody way he ate the tart!
Hell, Walter ate his in mouthfuls, careful of the crumbs from the crust,
holding the tart at an angle so that the filling would not drip. After
chewing, crunching the pieces of nut between back molars, he would swallow,
follow that up with a mouthful of coffee so that the hot liquid would clear
his palate for the next sweet morsel.
That was the way to eat a pecan butter tart. The proper way.
But was that the way Alex ate his?
Hell, no!
The man had to turn the simple act of eating a pecan butter tart into an
erotic experience!
First, he would hold the tart in his hand and look at it with a smile. The
same smile Alex wore when he got that "come hither" look, the look that
stopped Walter's blood from flowing to his brain, concentrating in his groin
instead.
Then he would stick out his tongue and dip it into the centre of the tart,
flickering back and forth, in a snake-like manner, clearing a little hole in
the middle of the tart. The same flickering motion Alex used when he was
playing with the slit on Walter's cock.
Next, he would swirl the tip of his tongue around the hole, making it wider.
The way he swirled it around the top of Walter's cockhead, gradually
wetting it with a mixture of precome and his saliva.
Now and then, he would come across a piece of nut and, with the tip of his
tongue—that bloody agile tongue!—he would work it out of the filling,
curl his tongue around it and pull it into his mouth where he would roll it
around before chewing and swallowing.
And all the time, Alex kept his eyes focused on the tart, the way he focused
on Walter's cock when he worked on it, ignoring all else.
Gradually, the circle of cleared filling and nuts would widen so that Alex
would have to stick his tongue out even further, swoop it around, scooping
up the filling, playing with the nuts until the crust cup was empty and
Walter was rock hard.
And, of course, Alex would then have to verify that he had not missed a
speck of filling. So he would stick his tongue out the furthest yet and
give the inside of the crust a couple of final licks. Slow, intensely
sweeping licks. Sorta like the ones he gave the whole of Walter's cock when
he worked his way up from base to crown.
You would think, thought Walter, squirming around in his chair, trying to
find a more comfortable position, that at this point Alex would just shove
the bloody crust into his mouth. But oh no! That wasn't good enough for
Mr. Draw-the-Pleasure-Out-as-Long-as-You-Can!
No bloody way!
No, Alex had to nibble—nibble!—his way around the crust, starting at
the top edge and working his way around the circumference of the cup, taking
his time. Just as he did when he nibbled on Walter's balls.
To make matters worse, as he'd work his way around the outer edge of the
cup, he would stop, slowly lick the crumbs off his lips, the way a cat did
when it cleaned itself.
Walter tried to find another position that would ease the pressure on his
throbbing cock.
Then, only when he was down to the bottom of the cup, Alex would open his
mouth wide, as he did just before he swallowed Walter's cock, and pop in the
cookie-sized crust. He would chew, swallow. Make the small sound of
satisfaction that Walter otherwise only ever heard him make in bed...after
an orgasm.
And, as though he were only now suddenly aware that he was not alone in the
room, Alex would look up at Walter, from under those sinful eyelashes, eyes
heavy with what Walter could only call "arousal" and slowly lick his
fingers.
And Walter's cock would grow harder, more demanding.
"That was good," Alex said.
Walter looked at the partially eaten tart in his hand and, sighing, put it
back onto the plate.
"You going to eat that?" Alex reached for the leftover, even before Walter
shook his head.
And now, this time, Alex would pop the whole piece into his mouth, eat it as
a pecan butter tart was made to be eaten.
"It's really good of you to buy these for me when you don't really like
them," said Alex. "Maybe I can give you something else in return."
And Walter would be very thankful that Alex liked to follow up something on
the sweet side with something that was not.
:-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Butter tarts are a Canadian "bad habit". (Hurrah!) The
filling resembles that of pecan pies but is more runny and far sweeter.
In this part of Eastern Ontario, there is a brand called "Farmer's Market"
which is exceptional. (Hey, if FOX can do production promos, so can I!)
And, of course, besides containing three of the basic food groups (butter,
sugar, nuts), they also contain no calories. Now then, to be the perfect
food, you would only have to drizzle a little chocolate over the filling.
Also very tasty with a heap of top-of-the-line vanilla ice cream. Which, if
eaten with a fork, also has no calories.
For June 22, it might be nice to add a candle to the top of the ice cream.
But don't eat it: candles are loaded with calories!
t's not in the big things that differences are most noted: it's in the
little ones.
