A Dinner of Herbs2Better is a dinner of herbs where love is; than a stalled ox, and hatred therewith. (Dedicated to Uluithiel, my friend, just because she is lovely, and has red curls.) *** Elijah came out of the kitchen flushed with heat and success, and flopped down on the sofa next to Dom, who was watching a programme on the mating habits of the elephant seal. He stared at the screen for a few minutes, and exclaimed "Eww! Gross, Sblom!", before switching his attention to his man. Dom's eyes were glued to the seals, who were now performing as mating seals do. "Sblom?", asked an injured partner, who was being paid no attention even though his hand was lovingly caressing his lover's thigh. "Mmm?" "Can you drag your fucking eyes away from that...god...I don't know, and look at me for a minute?" Dom obediently withdrew his gaze from the seals, who had now finished, and were lumbering off into the sea, presumably to cool down. "Yes, Lighe - what, love?" Elijah's face was all red and shining. He had a smear of butter on his chin, and flour in his hair. He looked delightful. Dom licked the butter off, and brushed out the flour with his long, capable fingers. He could see that Elijah was still looking expectantly at him. He sat on the couch beside Dom, and bowed his head. Dom stared at him. This was not like his Lighe - this hesitancy. "Yes, love?" "Dom, d'you think my dick is too small?" "What?", asked the incredulous Dom. "Too fucking small? You're hung like...one of those fucking two ton seals, man! What brought this on, you daft prick?" Dom cupped the side of Elijah's face, gazing at him in anxious entreaty. "Well", continued the earnest one, "I was peeling a carrot, and..." "..Fuck, Lighe! You're not comparing your dick with the size of a bloody carrot, are you? Wanker!" Elijah snuggled into Dom's side, shaking his head. Dom could smell herbs on him. Mint and... "What're we having for dinner, love?" Dom enquired, momentarily diverted from the vital subject of Elijah's manhood. "Navarin of lamb", replied the fragrant one. "No...I was thinking...Dom...is it too small? I was looking at...well, um...in the shower. It seems to be shrinking! I'm sure it's shrinking. Why is this, Dom?" Dom could see his lover was serious, so he pulled him into his lap, nuzzling his neck where the mint scent seemed to be strongest. "It is not fucking shrinking! I would have told you this morning, if it was...I had it in my hands for long enough! It's a beautiful thing - just like you!" Dom kissed soft lips, gently. "Are you sure?" "Bloody positive! It was probably just worn out, poor little thing!" "There! You said little! Fuck! It is shrinking! I 've got some god-awful shrinking dick thing, and you're laughing at me, you cunt!" Elijah got up and hit Dom with a cushion. Dom pushed Elijah back on the sofa. "Only one thing to do about this - I'll have to examine it carefully, and see! Dom undid the struggling Elijah's zip, and pulled down his boxers.There, nestling in soft brown curls, was the prettiest little thing Dominic had ever seen - and it was all his! "Hmm!", he examined the offending organ. Yes, it was small, compared with a marrow or a cucumber, Dom mused, but as a cock it was fucking perfect! He smoothed the back of his finger along it, and it started to rise. He kissed it - and it rose, further. Soon, it was standing rigidly to attention, and so Dom saluted it with his mouth. Ten minutes later.... Dom did not like to rush things - ever!... "God, Dom...the oven! Need to turn it dow...oh!", Elijah squeaked. "Fuck the oven!" Dom, growled, engrossed. He was too far gone in Elijah worship to care. "Dinner...burnt!", Elijah gasped. "Oh, Sblom! God! Fuck!" "Hmmm!", Dom hummed around his prize, causing Elijah's voice to rise two more impossible octaves. After a few more minutes of this oral ministration, Elijah's thighs began to quiver. Dom caressed them with trembling hands, gentling, calming. "Fuck, Sblom! God! Oh, fuck!", cried Elijah, as he crested the wave, and flowed into Dom gratefully. Dom held him, lovingly, until he came down, then, kissing the quiescent little thing once more, tucked it back in, and did up the zip. Elijah lay there, replete. "Oh, Dom! I ..." "I know", Dom smiled, "me too!" "But you don't know what I was going to say!" "I love you, wasn't it?" Elijah smiled. "Yeah! Let me up, Sblom!" Elijah came back from the kitchen. "Lamb's ruined. All dried up", he said, sadly. "After all my hard work, too!" Dom handed Elijah the phone. "Pizza?" "Okay!....Dom?" "What, baby?" "You do like it - my dick - don't you? Small or not?" "Love it! Can't you tell?" Elijah pondered, carefully, one of life's great mysteries. "I'm a skinny little runt, with crooked eyes and sweaty feet and a little...well, not so little, perhaps - but you still love me! It's a fucking miracle!" Dom examined the man before him. Stunning! Glorious! Incandescent! "Yup", he sighed, "beats me too! Extra anchovy on mine, please, love!" "Dom?" "Yes, love?" "Pizza. Fifteen minutes!" "Oh!" Elijah eyed the bulge in Dom's jeans, greedily. "Hungry?", asked Dom, grinning. "Starving!", sighed Elijah, as he knelt at Dom's feet. "Bloody starving!" |