Huge Breakfast

Asher looked around the sitting room. His eyes landed on the smiling figure on the couch. "Beau?"

"Good morning." Beau got up, still smiling, and wrapped around Asher's waist. "I hope you had a splendid night."

"Yeah I did. What is this?" Asher forced his attention from Beau's bare chest and gestured to the center table. "Where did all these food come from?"

It wasn't much—at least, in Beau's perspective. He had only ordered some pasta and salad, and some cookies and juice. The smoothie and fruit salad was courtesy of the chef.

"I made an order this morning. Figured you might be too tired to go to the cafeteria. I swear, I ordered little. The chef sent the others."

Of course! Asher could bet that his father's money must have gone round the entire institution, opening doors of favour to him even when it wasn't necessary.

Asher looked at the table again. He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "I don't know why all of you are hell-bent on feeding me like I am a little chick. I don't eat much, and you know that."

"Not my fault." Beau raised his hand in surrender. "I swear it was the chef's fault. You can ask him."

Asher shook his head again, chuckling at Beau's hand gestures. "Thank you," he said at last when he amusement settled. "Ordering me breakfast was very considerate of you. I don't feel like going to the cafeteria today. I don't even feel like leaving this condo."

"That's okay." Beau kissed him on the lips. "You can stay back today. I will spread the word that you are feeling quite unwell."

"No, you won't!"

"I can." Beau shrugged nonchalantly like it wasn't the first time he was going to do something like that. "Considering that you are directly from the chancellor, I will go to him. Leave the rest to him."

"What if he wants me taken to the clinic and tested? What do I do in a case like that?"

"I have gotten Jay fake medical test results before."

Asher raised a brow. "Wow. Quite the friend you are!"

"He wanted to avoid classes for some days."

"You are a criminal," Asher said humorously.

Beau made a throaty sound of approval and pulled him close. "Just so you know, I can run you backyard deals. Don't go around to the wrong people."

"I will keep that in mind." Asher pecked him on the lips. "How was your night?"

"Best night of my life. I haven't slept so well in a very long time."

"Me too." Even though Asher didn't sleep on time, he still felt well-rested. And he needed more of that type of rest—in Beau's arms if possible. "I don't think I will stay in this condo under the pretense of being sick."

"Will you be able to attend classes?"

"Sure. I'm fine. I just wanted to act spoilt and lazy." Asher pulled away from Beau and gazed down at the arrangement of meals. "I better start now if I am going to get through quarter of the dishes."

"Yeah, you should." Beau smiled as Asher picked a spoon. "Make sure you eat as much as you can."

"Wait... Where are you going?"

"I need to go prepare for class."

Asher quirked a brow. "Who did you order all these for? Only me? I'd advise you to get your ass over here."

Beau shrugged in resignation. "Well, I guess that means I won't be going to the cafeteria this morning. And I also get to spend more time to you. It's to my advantage."

It was actually to Asher's advantage. At least, he could ogle at Beau's form some more. And he did just that.

"You should concentrate on your food," Beau said, staring at the peeper from the corner of his eyes. "If you keep looking at me like that, I will begin to generate ideas."

How Asher wanted that. Since he came to Elite high—and got involved with Beau—his hormones seemed to have caught on fire. Asher got horny at the slightest, non-erotic gestures from the ambassador. He was supposed to have passed this stage. Actually, he had passed that stage, because he could vividly remember getting hard more than three hours a day when he was fifteen. At night it was always worse.

Sleeping wasn't an option at that point because his dick would tent the covers, screaming for attention, begging for just a touch, a soft caress. Asher could not appreciate his stars enough for having a room to himself.

Getting caught by his parents—especially his father—while touching himself was a type of thought he didn't want to entertain.

Asher remembered trying to sate his high desires at that point. Now? He seemed to have gone back to fifteen.

Maybe he had...

In response to Beau's statement, Asher grinned. "I was only checking you out. No need to be scared."

"Trust me, I wasn't scared. More like... concerned."

Asher didn't miss a beat. "Concerned about how my eyes are moving all over the place?" He licked pasta sauce from his bottom lip. Beau's eyes darted there.

"Don't do that."

"Huh?" Asher looked up, confused. "Don't do what?" He unconsciously swiped his tongue on that spot again.

"Fuck." Beau closed the little distance between them, the tip of his tongue aimed at Asher's bottom lip. He swiped his tongue there once, twice, before diving into Asher's mouth.

Beau tasted it all: Asher's pasta and juice, the warmth in Asher's mouth, the flavor Asher's mischievous tongue left in its wake, and Asher's little tremble.

Beau found it cute how Asher's body always reacted to him. Even now, after they had seen each other naked so many times, Asher still flushed and covered himself whenever he was exposed around Beau.

There wasn't a cogent reason for the kiss. Asher had no idea what he had done to deserve such breath-seizing and intense kissing session. He had innocently taken a bite from his food. Did Beau find that arousing?

Asher was breathless when Beau pulled back. His neck was on fire, his face flushed. For some seconds, his lips were parted as he sucked in air from all angles. He looked at Beau.

The ambassador had the same expression. Beau's lips were red and slightly parted. His chest rose and fell in a rhythmic motion. A motion that made Asher want to run his hand all over the thick flesh.

Asher leaned close.

Beau's face inched closer, thinking they were going for a second round, but Asher stopped some inches when their lips were about to meet.

"Beau?"

"Hmm?"

"Where's your shirt?"

The abrupt change of topic made Beau pull back with a frown.

"Errm... I..." He looked around. "I think it's..." He was so confused and aroused that it took him some seconds to gather his thoughts. "It should be inside."

"Put it on before I do something stupid."

"Oh." Beau ran into the room and withdrew the shirt before Asher actually did something stupid. Even though Beau desperately craved for that stupid part of Asher, he knew he'd still have to wait.

"That's better." Asher eyed him from head to toe. "You look more... more covered. I should get less... 'disturbed' this way."

Beau chuckled. "Come on, finish your meal." He picked the fork and fed some of the pasta to Asher. "You will have to finish all of this."

"Huh!" Asher eyes bulged out. He paused his chewing. It made a part of his cheek grow fat. "Beau, you can't say that." He looked at the laughing male beside him with an incredulous expression. "It's not funny!"

"Not, it's not. You are. Fine, just eat."

And they did eat, with Beau feeding Asher, and vice-versa. They had no idea when the mountain of meals collapsed.

Asher laid on the bare floor, unable to move. "I think I will stay this way till evening," he said, groaning. "I won't be able to eat anything until next tomorrow."

Beau knelt beside him. He shook his head from side to side, laughing at how cute Asher looked with his big tummy. "You will definitely eat. This afternoon."

"No, I won't," Asher whined. He pouted childishly, "Just let me lay here for a while. I need to get dressed for class."

"Fine, I will be back." Beau got up and headed for the door. "Before I get back, I want you in your clothes, fully dressed and ready."

"Yes, sir."

Asher sighed when he heard the door close behind Beau. He was already closing his eyes in preparation for a round of sleep when he remembered that Beau would be back and ready to toss him out of the condo.

With a grunt, Asher moved his big stomach to the room and jumped into a pair of baggy trouser and an armless shirt. It gave his stomach the necessary discretion needed.

He staggered out of the condo, his hand on his stomach. He wasn't kidding when he said he would be unable to eat for some days. As it stood, he wasn't sure he would even be able to take dinner, or breakfast the following morning.

He made sure the door was locked firmly behind him before slowly walking in the direction of his class. Just as be rounded the end of a hall, slim fingers wrapped around his waist firmly, pushing him forward a bit.

Asher gasped...