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Danny
Two Months Later
Tomorrow is Vivian’s birthday, so I’m making her favorite cupcakes with cream cheese frosting topped with rainbow sprinkles. We always rent movies and stuff our faces all night with cupcakes, topping them off with birthday shots every year. I ordered her gift off Amazon the other day and still needed to finish wrapping it. She has been over a couple of times the last few days, so I had to put the wrapping on hold until now.
I bought her a few books she mentioned she wanted and a few other small things I know she will love. Melanie messaged me earlier asking if I wanted to go out with her tonight, but I told her I had plans to make cupcakes. I was planning to follow that with a date with a movie and chocolate afterward, and I wish I wasn’t doing it alone. I’m not sure if Cole is home yet. If he is, he’s probably already passed out in his bed.
Cole worked all week long until seven, so we didn’t get to see each other much, and I missed him. I’m so happy it’s Friday because that means I get to spend the next two days with him. I had intended on spending all tomorrow with Vivian since it was her birthday, but she said she had plans with the new guy she’s been seeing, so she asked for a raincheck, which I gladly accepted. We are, however, still going to brunch together, and she asked me to bring Cole along, which I also gladly accepted. Cole and I have been seeing each other for two months now, and things have been going well between us. I’m falling for him badly. Two months ago, I almost lost him over something stupid, and I’m never going to make that mistake again. I promised Cole I would never lie to him, and I’ve kept my promise so far.
We had our first date redo, which felt more like a fourth date, before we went back to his place again and couldn’t keep our hands off one another. That time, nothing was coming between us and stopping us from getting what we both had been craving since New Year’s Eve. We quickly stripped out of our clothes, and before I knew it, our naked bodies were plastered against one another on my bed, writhing against the sheets. My fingers dug into the soft cotton as he took my cock into his mouth, making my body crave more. He released me from his mouth with a plopping sound and started pressing kisses up my body before a familiar wrapper sound entered my ears. His lubed fingers slid inside me, making me suppress a moan. His thick digits were quickly replaced with his cock, and it felt amazing to finally have him inside me again. I spent most of the night with him buried there, touching me and kissing me everywhere, making me feel things I’ve never felt with anyone else.
The memories of that night put a smile on my face. It was the beginning of this amazing thing we have. I loved every minute in between, and I love him. I haven’t told him that yet, and I’m not sure when I will since I have no idea if he feels the same way. I pull my shirt off before slipping on a white apron. I’d much rather not get cake batter or icing on my clothes. I’m a messy eater and an even messier cook. I mix the cake batter until there are no more lumps before pouring it into the cupcake sleeves and placing them into the pan one at a time. I had already turned the oven on before mixing the batter so that it would be ready for when it was time to put the cupcakes in.
I lick the remaining vanilla batter off the spatula before tossing it in the sink with the mixing bowl and measuring cups. I dust the flour off my apron and wash the leftover batter off my hands before making my way over to the couch. I watch a few episodes of Charmed while I wait for the cupcakes to be done. The timer goes off midway through the second episode, and I pause the show to set the cupcakes out onto the stove to cool down. It will be a while before I can frost them, so I go back to watching tv until they are cool enough for me to do so.
Waiting for the cupcakes, my eyes start to close, and I almost fall completely asleep until the outro music comes on, making my eyes shoot open. I need to hurry up and finish these cupcakes before I fall asleep. It’s still early, and I don’t think I’m that tired, but clearly I am. I smear the icing on the cupcakes while getting some on my hand. I lift my fingers to my mouth, licking the icing with my tongue. A knock comes from the door, and I wipe my hands off on a nearby towel before walking over to answer it. Standing in front of me in a dress shirt, black slacks, and loosened tie is an exhausted-looking Cole, still managing to have a gigantic smile on his face.
I lick my lips, tasting the sweetness of the leftover frosting still there, and lift my eyebrows in curiosity, wondering why he is standing in front of my door. It’s not that I mind. It’s just an odd time for him to stop by. He usually eats and heads to bed after work on weekdays lately. Sometimes, he will even ask me to come over and sleep with him, even though that doesn’t always work out the way we plan.
“Hey there. What are you doing here?”
His smile widens. “I just wanted to stop by and say hi. You got a little something right here.” He brushes his thumb across my mouth, making my cheeks grow hot.
“Oh, I’m frosting cupcakes for Vivian’s birthday, and I must have missed some cream cheese.” I gesture him inside. “Want to come in and help? Then you can do a taste test afterward.”
He runs his tongue over his lips while his eyes never leave my mouth. “I’m totally down for a taste test.”
Before I realize what he’s saying, he closes the distance between us, swiping his tongue across my mouth. I’m frozen solid. My body forgets how to move, then quickly remembers when he presses his lips to mine, and I part them and caress his tongue with my own. His hand slides under my apron, reminding me that I don’t have a shirt on. Continuing with warm and soft caresses up and down my abdomen with one hand, his other one clasps my cheek, intensifying our kiss. We pull away from one another, both panting and trying to remember how to breathe. “Mmm, delicious. That’s what I call a successful taste test. By the way, you should wear that apron more often, except next time lose the pants,” he says with a wink. “I’m still not sure the icing is quite right. Let me taste it again just to be sure.”
He presses his mouth against mine again with need and want. Suddenly, making cupcakes is becoming my new favorite thing. Like Jell-O, my body is liquifying, and his hands roam all over my body again. His erection shifts against mine, causing me to moan into his mouth.
