Summer Kitchen by E.J. Russell

Author:E.J. Russell [Russell, E.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Reality Optional Press

As they stood on the rocks overlooking the quarry, Dev was mesmerized by the play of sunlight on Casey’s hair, the way it brought out hidden glints of gold and copper amid the brown, like hidden treasure.

“Is this the quarry where the marble for the Home sidewalks came from?” Casey asked.

“Yep.” Dev leaned closer, catching a whiff of citrus and vanilla, like a tender and perfect Summer Kitchen delicacy. Casey on the menu. Mouthwatering. “Stopped producing back in the Sixties when it started to fill with water. Now it’s kind of the town swimming hole. The first chilly—and extremely brief—swim in spring is like a rite of passage for every kid in Home.”

“Yeah?” Casey grinned up at him, eyes widening at how close Dev’s face was to his. “You ever go skinny dipping up here?”

Dev leaned closer. “What do you think?”

The sun picked out more buried treasure in Casey’s eyes. “I think I’d pay big money to see that.”

“I’d give you the show, free of charge, except we’ve got a picnic awaiting us and by the time we’re done eating, the mosquitos will be out in force. One day, though. When you’re free in the middle of the day when the rocks are warm and the sun has dried up all the mosquito-spawning puddles.”

“In the middle of the day?” Casey’s tone was a nice blend of scandalized and thrilled.

Dev shrugged. “Everyone around here knows the quarry is clothing optional.” He winked. “We’ll both take the plunge.”

“Damn it, Dev.” Casey winced and shifted from foot to foot. “Now you’ve put that picture in my head, and these shorts are way too tight to accommodate a hard-on.”

“I don’t know.” Dev glanced down at Casey’s groin, which sported a substantial bulge behind his fly. “I’d say they’re accommodating it very nicely indeed.”

At the sight, Dev’s cock naturally responded in kind. Do we really need to eat? But then he remembered: This is a date. A real date. And Casey deserved to have somebody care for him, not take the first opportunity to grope him.

He nodded at the spot under the biggest maple, in the shade, but with a clear view of the sunlit rocks and the water glinting below. “We’ll set up over there for our picnic.”

“You, Dev Harrison, are a cruel and unusual man.”

Dev winked again. “You’ll eat those words once you taste Sylvia’s spanakopita.” He leaned closer and murmured in Casey’s ear. “And once you find out what I’ve got in mind for dessert.”

Casey grabbed Dev’s elbow. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

Throughout the meal, Dev somehow kept from pouncing on Casey. Instead, he restricted himself to random touches and brushes of skin—no more than hand to hand, hand to knee, and once, as they were getting the insect netting hung from an overhead branch, hand to cheek when he’d brushed a mosquito away before it could land on Casey’s face.

“That food was… wow.” Casey lay back on the blanket and peered up at the leaves through the screen of white netting.

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