Page 36 of He is Poison
He calmed down a bitworking on his perfect sauce, but there was still that unpleasant tension inhis muscles, the anticipation of Dom coming back. The food could have been evenbetter with fresh pasta, but he didn’t have the necessary equipment to treathimself to that. At least everything else was fresh, though he could have donewith organic vegetables.
He was about to starthis meal when the unmistakable sound of the lock opening turned his attentionback to the door. Domenico wasn’t one for pleasantries.
“What the fuck were youthinking going out on your own?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.
Seth moaned. He didn’twant to argue again. His life was miserable enough already. “Only to the cornerstore. I mean, come on, Dom!”
“I don’t care. You weresupposed to sit on your ass, out of harm’s way. Can’t you even do that right?”Dom threw his coat on the bed and walked up to Seth, stopping above him soclose it bristled Seth’s body hair. Seth sucked in his lips. Would Dom hit him?
“I guess I’m not so goodat following orders.” Seth rolled some spaghetti onto the fork, not daring tolook up.
“What is that?” Wasthere a subtle change in Domenico’s voice?
Seth looked up at himwith a frown. “What does it look like? Pasta. Duh.”
“Smells homemade.”Domenico dropped to the other chair with a slight frown.
Seth shook his head andpointed to the used pan in what pretended to be a kitchen. “Obviously. I madeit.”
“From scratch?”Domenico’s eyes alternated between Seth’s face and the steaming bowl.
“Well, yeah… Not thepasta though. It was the best I could do with just a pan. I got some herbs fromthe neighbor.” He wasn’t going to say it at first, ready for another scolding,but he was proud of it, so he couldn’t help but boast about his frugality. Hewas surprised all it got him was a stunned nod.
“I thought it was yourgirlfriend cooking back in New York.”
“Myboyfriend cancook chicken nuggets in the fryer.” Seth smiled at the memory. Peter was auseless cook, but at least he never complained about cleaning the dishes afterSeth had made dinner.
“That is quiteimpressive,” said Domenico, stretching his hand toward Seth. He was ogling thepasta as if it hypnotized him.
What the hell?Did he just get a compliment from Dom? Other than abouthis ass. “Um… thanks. I suppose. There’s only so much I can do with one pan, afork, and a knife.”
Domenico wiggled thefingers of the outstretched hand.
Seth’s eyes went wider.Did the bastard now want to steal his food as well? After yelling at Seth thathe made it in the first place? “You have a kebab.” Seth pointed to theStyrofoam box Dom placed on the table.
“I prefer homemadepasta.”
“Of course you do. Butyou’re not getting any.” Finally, an upper hand.
“Give me the fork. Thereis more than enough for two.”
“‘Cause it’s fortomorrow. It’s mine. I made it. And there’s only one fork anyway.” Seth took aforkful of pasta in his mouth with a self-satisfied groan. He froze with thefood in his mouth when Dom dipped his hand straight into the center of hisbowl, dragging out several strands of spaghetti, leaking with sauce. Horrified,he watched Dom open his mouth like the shark from ‘Jaws’ and drop in hisprecious, homemade food.
Seth was so stunned, hestopped chewing. A part of him wanted to say “pig”, but a part of him watchedDom eat the delicious red sauce. He even licked his fingers clean, eyes closed,and Seth half expected him to open a few buttons of his shirt.
“That is...” Domenicostarted chewing as he looked back at Seth with a half frown. “Fantastic. Youreally made this yourself?”
Seth couldn’t help thesmile on his lips as he swallowed. There was a thrill to watching Dom eat insuch an animalistic way. Seth wanted to feed him, just to see it again, to seethat it was his doing that Dom couldn’t control himself. Maybe it would helphim feel like he was regaining some control over his life. “Yeah. I added somesmoked bacon because they didn't havepancetta.” He sighed and pushedthe plate of pasta in between them.
“I would honestlybelieve my mother made that.” Domenico was looking at him, his shouldersrelaxed as he reached for the pasta again, a small smile already forming on hisface. It struck Seth that never before had it seemed as genuine.
Seth wanted to scold himand say that he didn’t want to share, but the relaxed atmosphere was too goodto give up on. For once, he didn’t have to tip-toe around Dom. Seth gentlytapped the top of Dom’s hand with the fork, which just yesterday he’d attemptedto use as a deadly weapon. “Don’t be a pig, use the fork.” He passed theutensil to him.
“Oh, no.” Domenicogrinned at him and shuffled closer with his chair. “You made the food, now feedus both.”
Seth suddenly felt shyas if he were on a first date with a boyfriend-to-be, not stuck in a dirtyattic with the man who fucked him raw just the day before. He didn’t know whatto say so he just smiled and inched closer as well. He dipped the fork in thepasta and rolled it until it turned into a neat ball. Their shoulders andthighs touched, and Seth wasn’t sure how to feel about the intimate atmosphere.He put a hand under the fork as he moved it to Dom’s lips.
He shivered whenDomenico leaned in, almost as if he were trying to get into Seth’s embrace, andtook the pasta into his mouth with a groan of such pleasure Seth was gettingred faced himself.