Page 63 of Truth or Spare

“I couldn’t let that happen. You deserve magic, Brooks,” Theo told him, then smiled wickedly. “Starting with magic pasta,” he said as he danced back and ducked into the pantry for the pasta maker. Theo had already cleaned it and the dough and the filling were resting on the counter but he decided to clamp the machine to the table so Dewey could watch him work. “I saw something on a TikTok that will make this more fun,” he said as he untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head. He tossed it at the door and made quick work of his boots and jeans as Dewey looked on in confused wonder.

“What the hell is going on over on TikTok?” he asked, his neck craning as Theo went to wash his hands and gather the dough and filling. “Not that I’m complaining…”

“There is a very attractive man who makes terrible pasta but no one cares because he is very fit and cooks in his underwear,” Theo explained.

Dewey nodded. “I can see the value in that and I fully support this,” he said as he gestured at Theo.

He winked at Dewey, then gasped when he remembered seeing the eating utensils with the large, gray, rounded plastic handles in one of the drawers. “Moment!” he said as he retrieved the spoon, bowing as he presented it to Dewey. “Guten Appetit!” he said brightly, but Dewey stared at the spoon for several moments before eventually accepting it. “You don’t have to hide them from me anymore, Brooks,” Theo said and Dewey nodded, blushing.

“They’re kind of a giveaway. They look like the chunky plastic utensils Bryce used when he was learning how to feed himself.”

Theo snorted impatiently at him. “Zwutschkerl! Why does it matter what they look like? I will happily feed you but I’m sure you prefer to do it yourself, ja?” he asked bluntly, earning a soft chuckle from Dewey.

“I would, but thank you for reminding me,” he said as he sat forward and tasted his soup. “Wow, that’s really good.” He hummed heartily and nodded, hunkering over the bowl with his spoon.

That was exactly what Theo was hoping for. “Danke.” He kissed Dewey’s temple and went to work.

Rolling the pasta, cutting out the squares, piping the filling, and folding them into perfect little hats never failed to relax Theo. But he had never prepared Cappellacci for a big, grumpy bear. It had been a challenge shaping each pasta hat while Dewey fondled his arse and tugged at the waist of his briefs whenever Theo was in reach.

“Bitte!” Theo begged, laughing when Dewey pulled him onto his lap. “I am almost done.”

“Just a moment. You look so good, I have to take a taste,” Dewey rumbled as he licked and bit the back of his neck, causing goosebumps and making Theo gasp. Dewey’s hands glided downhis chest but Theo pushed them lower. He cupped Dewey’s hand, grinding his hard-on against it. “Can I taste that?”

“If you wish,” Theo panted before he was lifted and turned. His briefs were yanked down and he let out a surprised yelp as his ass was grabbed and his cock was wrapped in urgent, sucking heat. Dewey held on tight to Theo’s ass as he licked and growled contentedly. “Verdammt!” Theo whispered when Dewey’s fingers strummed his hole. He’d tossed the condom and lube across the room with his trousers. “Einen Moment,” he groaned as he pried himself away from Dewey.

“Come back,” he protested, but Theo shushed as he raced across the kitchen and snatched his pants off the floor.

He cheered victoriously when he found the appropriate pocket and held up the condom and foil packet. “Now, we are ready,” he said as he strolled back to the table, grinning at Dewey. He had also made a quick trip to Oslo’s tiny hospital earlier in the day and was hoping he’d have test results soon and could finally forget about condoms. They had never really bothered Theo before, but now he didn’t want any barriers between him and Dewey and he didn’t want to have to slow down when things were heating up. “Time to climb you like a tree,” he added with a wicked smirk.

“It’s the best day ever again,” Dewey said with a nod, his eyes following Theo’s hands closely as his fly was unzipped, the condom wrapper was torn open, and his shaft was sheathed and coated with lube. “The best, best day ever,” he whispered as Theo mounted him and got in position. “Christ, Theo…” Dewey groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy as Theo lowered and took every hot, throbbing inch.

“Oh, sehr gut!” Theo declared as his passage stretched around Dewey’s length and a warm tingle rushed up his spine and down his limbs. He rose on his toes, sliding off just enough before dropping again and making Dewey whimper.

“Don’t stop!” he begged and Theo shook his head.

“I won’t,” he promised, throwing an arm around Dewey’s neck and setting a fast, slapping pace. Theo prayed the chair was strong enough as he bounced and ground against Dewey’s groin, whipping them into a wild, sweating frenzy.

Dewey’s arms wound around Theo, pulling him closer and deeper as he growled out pleas and words of encouragement. They were rough and demanding with each other and it was glorious. Theo twisted his fingers in Dewey’s hair, swearing euphorically as he rode faster and harder.

“Fuck! Theo!” Dewey yelled, bucking off the seat as his body jerked and jumped beneath Theo. His eyes rolled as he arched in the chair just as Theo’s nerves ignited and he burst into bright sparks of light and heat. He came, thick ribbons of cum flicking onto Dewey’s flannel shirt as Theo shivered and giggled.

“Na, so was,” Theo said as he dismounted on shaking legs and dragged his finger through the cum on Dewey’s shirt. He held it out, offering it to Dewey and he obediently opened and moaned in delight as he sucked it clean. “I was supposed to be gentle,” he scolded himself but Dewey snorted.

“And I was trying to rile you up so you’d be. Don’t be gentle with me, I’m not a baby or an invalid.”

"Dasweiß ich,” Theo returned with a stern glare. “But we can find a compromise so sex is more fun for you and you won’t get hurt,” he said as he looked around, recalling what he was doing before he had to ride Dewey. “Time to cook the Cappellacci!” he said with an excited clap, spinning back to the sink so he could wash his hands and return to work.

Before long, a pot of water was boiling and Theo was incredibly pleased as he lowered the stuffed pasta into the water. They only needed a few minutes before they were quickly drained and tossed to remove the excess water, then fried in butter with sage leaves.

“Guten Appetit!” Theo said as he placed a plate in front of Dewey and sat across from him. “I haven’t made this in ages,” he told Dewey while draping a napkin over his bare lap.

“This looks beautiful,” Dewey said, shaking his head as he turned the plate. “I can’t believe you made these. I saw you do it, but I still can’t believe it,” he said and used his fork to cut one in half. He took a bite and let out an enthusiastic groan. “Please don’t tell Cassie, but these might be the best things I’ve ever eaten,” he said as he pointed the fork at his bowl and plate.

Theo beamed as he chewed, savoring flavors he’d always associated with home and family and basking in Dewey’s praise. He had also picked both dishes because they were so simple, with just a few ingredients Cassie could easily find. Pasta and pizza were very different things in America, but a butternut squash and a lentil werealmostthe same on both sides of the Atlantic, thankfully. The lentils weren’t as fine and their flavor was less nuttier, but Theo was proud of how closely he was able to replicate Leo’s favorite dishes in Dewey’s kitchen.

The meal hadn’t just cheered Dewey up after a cold, rough day, it had also reaffirmed for Theo that he could make a home in Oslo. If, for some odd reason, Theo never got the hang of bowling alley management, he could still have a satisfying purpose and an outlet for his passion for caring for the people he loved.

“We should keep this a secret from Cassie,” Theo agreed, biting down on a mischievous grin. “And we shouldn’t tell her about the torte di mele I’m making for breakfast tomorrow. I haven’t made my Mamma’s apple cake in a long time, but it will be your new favorite,” he predicted.

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