Jimmy’s hands slid under the apron, finding the zipper of Cold’s slacks and tugging. “Smells good,” he commented innocently. “This is the zinc-filled goodness that’s going to boost our testosterone levels?”
“It’s chili and garlic glazed salmon with lemon roasted asparagus,” Cold replied with a smirk. “Yes, the salmon is very rich in zinc. The peppers have capsaicin that stimulates your taste buds and is said to release adrenaline that will increase your pulse and release endorphins.”
“Mmmm, and the asparagus?” Jimmy went on, pulling the zipper down and sliding his hand over the front of his underwear, delighted to find him hard.
“It’s full of vitamin E that can increase the flow of blood to the genitals,” Cold calmly explained. “They’re also quite rich in potassium, which helps stimulate hormone production.”
“Fascinating,” Jimmy nodded, trailing his fingers along the length of Cold’s shaft, resting his chin on his shoulder.
“Jimmy?”
“Yes, Rod?”
“If you think I’m going to have sex with you before we eat dinner,” Cold drawled, “you are very mistaken.”
“Rod,” Jimmy whined, rubbing his fingers over Cold’s cock and squeezing him through his underwear. “Come on. The aphrodisiacs did me in. They really work! I’m totally ready. Please?”
Cold grunted, his voice firmer as he said, “I gave Jerry the evening off to prepare this meal for you myself. You are going to sit down with me and eat every last bite. Then, and only then, will we move on to dessert.”
“Come on, Rod.” Jimmy pulled Cold’s cock out and began to stroke him, nuzzling against his neck. “I promise we’ll eat after. I’ll eat every last bite. But can we pretty please do dessert first?”
“No,” Cold replied flatly, though he still made no effort to push Jimmy away. He began plating the food as if there wasn’t an eager hand wrapped around him, and he calmly added a sprinkle of pepper and sauce to the dishes.
Jimmy clung to his back, pressing himself as close as he could. He mouthed along Cold’s ear and squeezed his cock harder. “Mmm, Rod... I want you now. Please.”
Cold put the last finishing touches on each plate before quickly whirling around to grab Jimmy by his hips. He pushed him up against the cabinets with a low growl. “So impatient, are we?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted, emphasizing the ‘sir’ and grinning when he saw Cold shiver. He was already taking off his pants and hopped up on the nearby counter, spreading his legs invitingly. “Please.”
Cold growled, frustrated, but his willpower to resist was clearly dwindling. He pressed himself between Jimmy’s thighs, his hard cock bumping up against his groin.
Jimmy used his long legs to draw Cold in close, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. “Please, sir... I need you.”
Cold sighed audibly, and he rubbed his cock up against Jimmy’s hole. Completely dry, just a tease, his voice a breathy whisper as he asked, “You really can’t wait, can you?”
“No, sir,” Jimmy murmured urgently, trying to rock down onto Cold’s cock. “All my dopamine and nitric oxide levels are positively raging for you right now.”
“Are they?” Cold chuckled fondly.
“Yes,” Jimmy insisted. He licked over his fingers, reaching down to start rubbing his spit over his hole. It was just enough for the head of Cold’s cock to push in, and Jimmy moaned for more. “Fuck... please, sir.”
Cold sighed again and held his hips completely still.
Jimmy tried to roll his body forward, tried to push down on Cold’s cock, but he couldn’t get another inch. He sucked at Cold’s throat, pleading, “Come on. Can’t you feel how much I want you?”
“Oh, trust me,” Cold said, his long fingers curling around Jimmy’s cock and giving him a smooth stroke. “I feel it. You’re absolutely aching for me to take you and ruin your precious little body right here on this counter, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir!” Jimmy groaned, gasping when he felt Cold’s cock trying to press in a little more.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded sweetly.
Jimmy obeyed right away, expecting a finger or two, but he grunted when he tasted...
Fish?
He blinked his eyes open to see Cold holding a fork, smirking at him expectantly as he said, “Dinner first. Then dessert. No exceptions.”
Jimmy pouted as Cold pulled away, chewing up the mouthful that Cold had given him and swallowing. “It is really good,” he admitted, still squirming from being so turned on. “It tastes so very good. Like orgasmically good. You really know your aphrodisiacs. Thank you.”
