Six Sentence Sunday -- A Watched Pot (m/m, cont)

This is from my 2013 short for charity, releasing from Torquere Press in September.

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He had no idea what he’d agreed to, really. He moved close, though, feeling heat from the stove and from Evan.

Evan nodded and picked up a spoon, the motion drawing one bare shoulder across him.

He swallowed, his hands clenching. Then Evan offered him a taste, and he leaned to lick at the wooden spoon.

They both moaned, which was weird because he was the only one tasting.

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Much love,

BA