“Yeah?”
“In case I forget to say something later, this has been a great birthday so far. Thank you.” Adam hoped Paul could hear the sincerity of his words. He meant them with all his heart.
There was a pause, followed by Paul clearing his throat. “I’m glad. It’s been fun doing this. We should try cooking together sometime. And I mean something bigger than breakfast.”
Adam really liked that idea.
“Come on, where’s my cake?” Adam demanded, picking up his cake fork and drumming it on the kitchen table. The steak had been delicious, a total surprise, along with the steamed asparagus fresh from the Garlic Farm, green beans and sautéed mushrooms.
Paul laughed. “You’ve only just finished eating your dinner. Patience. Let me clear the dishes out of the way first.”
“I still want to know why you took so long putting the cake together,” Adam grumbled. “I mean, how long does it take to sandwich two rounds with cream and cover it with icing?” Paul had disappeared during the afternoon and had shut the kitchen door.
Adam had been burning to know what he’d been up to.
“It was a bit more complicated than that.”
Something in Paul’s voice registered.
Adam folded his arms across his chest. “Okay. What have you done?”
A dullclunkof a plate being placed on the table. “Happy birthday.” Paul snickered. “You need to touch it.”
“Touch it?” Adam echoed. “Why would I want to do that?”
“Because I chose its shape especially for you.” More snickers.
“What about the icing?” Adam didn’t want to ruin it by trailing his fingers through sticky topping.
“It’s more of a chocolate glaze than icing,” Paul told him. “It’s made from melted chocolate, but it’s been in the fridge so it’s firm to the touch. It’s about a foot in front of you.”
“Where, here?” Adam reached for it, his hand landing rather heavily—right on the cake, which was closer than he’d thought. “Oh fuck.”
It didn’t matter what the shape had been. Right then there was a smooshed mess, and part of it seemed to have broken off.
What the fuck have I done?His face burned with embarrassment, his muscles tensed.How could I have done something so stupid?
“Paul, I?—”
Paul was laughing. The little shit waslaughingat him.
“You think this is funny?” he said through gritted teeth.
His words appeared to have a sobering effect on Paul, who hiccupped, his laughter not entirely dying out. “You knocked one of its balls off,” he said, still giggling.
Balls?
“What?”
Paul’s fingers wrapped around his wrist and pulled his hand gently until Adam’s fingers touched the cake. He explored its shape until?—
Oh my God.
“You shaped it like a cock.” What lay beneath his fingers was unmistakably the head of a cut dick. A rather large dick, covered in chocolate.
“Uh huh,” Paul said, “and you just castrated it.” Another smothered giggle. He took a deep breath as if to regain his composure. “It’s okay, really. It’ll still taste good.”
“You didn’t have to laugh that much,” he grumbled.
