Just then Jinx emerged from the bedroom. My eyes nearly bugged out. He had grabbed my large white tee shirt and popped it on. He was getting the idea of clothes, which was great. Except the tee shirt wasn’t long enough. It just skimmed his hips, covering only the top half of his junk. Somehow it looked far more obscene and indecent than being fully naked.
I realized I was nearly burning the pancake, so I hastily flipped it. Jinx’s eyes widened in appreciation of my skills and I couldn’t help preening. I looked over him again. Despite looking lewd, he also looked adorable. His long dark hair was all disheveled and his expression was all sleepy and soft.
I needed to get him a hairbrush, I told myself. And show him how to use it. There were a million other things to teach him. The first of which was how delicious pancakes were.
“Sit there,” I said, gesturing at a stool next to the breakfast bar.
He followed my suggestion, climbing up onto the stool, before plopping his elbows on the counter and resting his chin in his hands as he keenly watched me cooking.
I slid the pancake onto a plate in front of him. Drizzled a good amount of maple syrup on it, placed a knife and fork on top and pushed it closer to him.
He looked down at it. Picked up the cutlery, dumped it on the side, picked up the pancake with his hands and shoved it into his mouth. His eyes lit up in enjoyment and I grinned.
While he ate I quickly made some more pancakes, stacking them on a plate. Then I turned my attention to making some bacon. I had just added it to a sizzling pan when Jinx slid off his stool and walked around the bar to stand beside me. I thought he wanted a closeup view of the bacon frying but he dropped to his knees and started mouthing at my cock through my pajama trousers. His mouth was warm and soft over my cock, even through the fabric. My cock responded enthusiastically, sending up jolts of pleasure like electricity.
I yelped and tried to jump back without dislodging the pan of hot oil all over him.
“Jinx! No!”
He paused and pouted up at me.
“You can’t give people blow jobs while they are cooking!”
Jinx’s brows scrunched together in a look that clearly said, ‘why on earth not?’
“Because I will set fire to the house, or you, or me. If by some miracle that doesn’t happen, I’ll burn the food and it won’t taste nice.”
He stood up and crossed his arms, giving me a thoroughly displeased look. I chuckled. He was sulking at me because I wouldn’t let him give me a blow job. How had my life become so good?
“After breakfast,” I promised.
He grinned at me happily and went back to his seat. I chuckled again. I was graciously allowing an incredibly beautiful young man to suck me off. My semi hard cock pressed against the wetness of my pajamas, where Jinx’s mouth had been, and didn’t understand why the fun had stopped. I hoped that my arousal wouldn’t distract me from my cooking too much.
Concentrating probably far more than was necessary, I breathed a sigh of relief when the bacon was ready. The smell was making my mouth water.
I tipped the bacon onto his plate. He snatched a piece and shoved it into his mouth. Then he paused, mouth hanging open as he stared at me with enormous eyes. Had he burned himself? Concern flooded through me, I should have known not to serve it up when it was so hot. Jinx didn’t know any better.
Suddenly, there was a blur of movement as he hurriedly scooped the rest of the bacon into his mouth as he chewed enthusiastically. When his cheeks were bulging, he leaned over the counter to grab the packet of uncooked bacon. He threw it at me. It hit me in the chest but I then managed to catch it.
“You want me to cook some more?”
He nodded vigorously. Looking like a demented hamster. I laughed. He really was delightful. His joy at the world was contagious. And I was thrilled that the bacon had been a hit. He hadn’t been burned, he had been overwhelmed with delight. I could appreciate that a first taste of bacon would be like that. It made me sad that I couldn’t recall my first experience.
“You know if you stuff yourself full of bacon, you won’t have room for me,” I teased.
The look of sheer indignation he shot me had me dissolving into helpless laughter until my shoulders were heaving and my eyes watering.
“Okay, we will compromise. I will cook you a little bit more.”
The incubus nodded happily, still chewing his enormous mouthful of bacon. Dutifully, I set to work, adding more bacon to the pan. My cock twitched happily at what was to come after. It was a good morning. Bacon and blow jobs, what more could a man want?
Chapter seven
Aftermythirdyawnin as many minutes, I accepted it was probably time to stop work for the day. I clicked the shut down option on my computer and stared blankly at the screen as it did its thing.
I’d been stuck into boring things like accounts for hours, whilst other parts of my mind had puzzled over how to discreetly wipe out an entire mob. I’d been far more successful with the accounts. Everything there was looking great. I may have problems but money certainly wasn’t one.
There was nothing more I could do about the mob problem tonight. I used my well trained and disciplined mind to shove all thoughts of it aside. Being a mage had surprisingly transferable skills. Child me would have been delighted that I was putting all those boring lessons on meditation and compartmentalization to such unsavory use.
