“I don’t screw my guests.” Ron stopped and spun around. “I didn’t. Until you.” Ricky tried to think about the implications, as Ron removed bowls, an electric mixer, and a measuring cup from his cabinets. “Hang on.” Ricky waved his hand, trying to figure it out. “You haven’t had sex with a guy until…me?” “Right.” Ron kept his back to Ricky as he began to measure flour into the cup. “No.” “Yes.” Ricky watched Ron crack eggs, and again said, “No!” “Yes!” Ron said, sounding exasperated. “Why? You’re so handsome.” “Can we not talk about it? Pretend I’m you and someone is asking about your age.” To himself Ricky mouthed, ‘What the fuck?’ “Wow. I’m honored.” “You’re a horny fuck who can’t take no for an answer.” Ron began using the mixer. As it whirred he poured milk into the batter. Ricky slouched in the chair and watched Ron preparing something sweet as sugar was added to the mix. “What are you making?” “Loganberry pie.” “With a homemade crust?” Ricky stood to inspect the process. Ron glanced at him. “Yes. Everything here is homemade.” “Man, you are so amazing.” “Do you like to cook?” Ron wrapped the apron around him and took out a rolling pin, pie tin, and board. “I wish I did. I would love to be able to do what you do.” Ricky looked around the room. “I would kill to have a set up like this.” “It’s hard work. Especially on my own.” Ron floured the board and pin, then took the dough out of the bowl, using a spatula to clean the mixing beaters. “This dough really should be refrigerated for an hour.” “Why?” Ron folded in more flour. “Because, it’s easier to handle. It’s very soft.” As Ron rolled out half the dough, he dusted it with flour. “Looks okay.” Ricky noticed a bowl of berries coated in granulated raw sugar and honey. He snuck one out and into his mouth. It made Ron laugh. “Hey, how would you like to make the top crust?” “Sure!” “Cool.” Ron fit the bottom crust into the pie tin, trimming it, and then brushed off his hands. He opened a cabinet, shook out an apron and held it up, as if he were teasing Ricky. Ricky took the apron and tied it the way Ron had his, around his hips. He stood at the sink and washed his hands. “Good man. That was my next suggestion.” “I figured.” Ricky dried his hands and said, “Now what?” “Come here.” Ron urged Ricky in front of the board, put out the second ball of dough, and handed Ricky the rolling pin. “Dust it. Not too much flour or it will get brittle and dry.” Ricky tried to flatten the ball. “Like this.” Ron stood behind him, his body pressed to Ricky’s back and his hands over Ricky’s on the rolling pin. Ricky went into heat as Ron’s cock pushed into his ass. “There ya go. I guess I should have had you make the bottom.” Ron kissed Ricky’s hair softly. “Seems it’s more your liking.” Chills ran up Ricky’s spine. He rolled out the soft dough with Ron and it was the most sensual thing he had ever done. His cock went thick in his jeans and his mouth became dry. “Now…let’s pour our loganberries in first.” Ron picked up the bowl with his body still pressed against Ricky’s and his lips whispering near Ricky’s ear. “There. Use the spatula and spread them out evenly.” Ron handed Ricky the spatula. Ricky, losing his mind and about to come, pushed the sticky berries around the dough covered tin. “That’s it.” Ron’s cock throbbed against Ricky’s ass. “Okay. Use the pin to pick up the dough. Easy. Don’t split it.” Ricky began to melt from the sexual energy. He was already lost on Ron’s body and size as he helped Ricky lay the crust down gently. “Good. Now we need to trim it and crimp the edges.” Ricky began breathing heavily as Ron held his hand, showing him how to press the edges of the dough to seal in the fruit. “Lastly, we poke holes in the top, ventilating it. That way the pie stays sealed at the rim.” Holding a small paring knife, Ron handed it to Ricky, and again, Ron cupped Ricky’s fingers and made small slices in a symmetrical ring at the center of the pie. “Perfect. Now, let’s brush it with egg whites so it gets really brown and crisp…Why don’t you whip them a little until they’re frothy?” Ricky was given a small bowl with egg whites and a tiny whisk. As he mixed the clear liquid, Ron began kissing Ricky’s neck, pulling back his long hair and chewing his skin and earlobe. A pulsating blast of pre-cum dampened Ricky’s briefs. “Holy shit.” “Now take this pastry brush.” Ron handed it to Ricky while he rolled his stiff cock over Ricky’s ass crack slowly. “Brush the top.” Feeling as if he were drunk, Ricky dabbed the pie but Ron held his hand and gently ran the soft brush over the delicate crust. “That’s it. Easy…like you’re painting something fragile.” Licking his lips, Ricky was about to come in his pants. He leaned his body weight against Ron as Ron guided his hand and the brush. “There we go. Ready for the oven.” Ron allowed Ricky to set the brush on the bowl of egg whites. Ricky spun around in Ron’s arms and leapt on him, locking his ankles behind Ron’s back and kissing him. Ron held onto Ricky, rocking him in his arms. The sound of the door’s little bell made them both turn their heads to the foyer. Ricky found the floor with his feet, and Ron froze and stared at the hallway. Jess and Deshawn were laughing as they entered, bags of purchases in hand, and both men stopped short. From the foyer, you could look directly past the check-in desk to the kitchen, since the kitchen door was open. “Well!” Jess gave the men a wicked smirk. “What do we have here?” Ron opened the oven and placed the pie on the rack. Ricky replied, “He’s teaching me how to make a pie.” Deshawn smiled wickedly. “Is that what you call it in Cannon Beach?” “Don’t mind us,” Jess said, waving, “Deshawn and I are about to make pie too.” He waved and the men disappeared up the stairs. Ricky heard their rumbling laughter and realized he and Ron were not fooling anyone. Ron shut the oven door and peered down the hall. “Shit.” “It’s okay.” Ricky knew they would never mention it to anyone. The men seemed very cool about it. “No, actually, it’s not.” Ron began clearing the counter of bowls and ingredients. “It is. Don’t be so afraid.” Ricky picked up a pinch of flour from the board and flicked it at Ron playfully. “Hey!” Ron wiped his face. Ricky laughed at him. “You have white powder on your nose. Are you a coke addict?” Ron swept up some flour and threw it at Ricky. “Look who’s talking.” Ricky cracked up with laughter and the fight was on. They began tossing flour all over, making clouds of dust and white smudges on each other. “Is that what smells so good? You two?” Jean shouted from the front door as she and Tobias returned. “Food fight?” Tobias laughed. “Look at you guys!” Ricky looked up at Ron who had flour on his face and arms, then at his own shirt and hands. “I’m learning how to bake a pie,” Ricky tried to say it with a straight face. A noise made Tobias turn to the door. When Ricky spotted his parents he freaked out. “Shit!” He raced to Ron’s bedroom and shut himself in.
