“I’ve made dinner,” I said. “And it will be ready in two minutes.”
“I’m feeling like quite the lucky guy. I don’t think anyone’s made me dinner before.”
“Well, then, I’m glad I get to be the first. You get to be the first guy I’ve slept with; I get to be the first girl who’s cooked you dinner.”
“Good trade-off, I’d say.”
“You haven’t tried the food yet.”
He laughed. “Touché.”
But the food turned out to be quite good. It was hard to mess up pasta, and so long as you had butter, olive oil, garlic, clams, and white wine, it was hard to mess up the sauce, too.
“This is delicious,” he said. “I could probably eat about two pounds of this. I didn’t really have lunch today, it was so busy.”
I took another bite; it had come out quite good. “I was pretty busy today, too. But I did happen to stop for lunch. I went to Lorraine’s, actually. You should maybe give your mom a call.”
He made a face. “Why?”
“I actually ran into her today.”
He gave me a quizzical look. “Please tell me you weren’t applying for a job down at The Finery.”
“No way,” I said, hitting his shoulder lightly. “I told you—I was taking a break from the sculpture and I decided to go get lunch, so I went to Lorraine’s and your mom was there.”
“Oh, right. Yesterday was Monday. She always goes to Lorraine’s on Monday.”
“She gave me some good advice.”
“I can just imagine. Actually, I don’t think I even want to know.”
“We had a nice chat. It started off a little awkwardly, but then we started talking about parents and stuff and ... I don’t know. I can tell she loves you. She misses you. She ...” I paused. “She told me a little about your father.”
“Oh, Jesus.” He put his fork down. “I really don’t want to know.”
“We don’t have to get into it,” I said.
“That’s good, I’d really rather not. There’s no need to spoil this fine
meal that you’ve made.”
“All right. We can talk about something totally neutral. Like ... the weather.”
Graham picked up his fork and started eating again. “Tell me how your sculpture’s coming along.”
“Really good. I was able to get a lot of work done today, and I’m happy with how it turned out.”
“That’s great. Still a secret, though?”
“Top secret.”
He took another bite. “Well, if it’s even half as good as this food, then you’ll be in good shape.”
“Why, thank you. I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
We watched a movie after dinner and then got ready for bed. I’d felt tired when we’d been sitting together on the couch, but now that I could actually close my eyes, I could tell sleep was a long way off.
I turned to Graham and curved my body against the length of him, draping my leg over his. I could feel his cock, which was hard and getting harder as I gently squeezed it. He groaned softly into my hair, running his fingers down my flank. I could feel myself getting wet as he slid a hand between my legs, his fingers probing.