Falling In Love With My FWB ( M×M )

The Cooking Date

Max's P O V :

Jack Donovan, my neighbor, my best friend and my supposed crush. My knees became weak when I saw Jack standing in front of his house and a petite girl in his arms. Both of them were lost in their world, sucking each other's lips as if there was no one else beside them. As if sensing my gaze on him, I watched as Jack's eyes twitched, and he instantly slapped the behind of the girl, making her squeal in surprise. Our houses were fairly close, and I could hear their moans and groans, which made me feel uncomfortable. The feeling of uneasiness continued to grow until I could not take it anymore and stormed inside the house. The memories of Jack with his supposed new bed buddy flashed across my eyes.

"Fuckkk...."

Cursing out loud, I slumped on the couch, feeling defeated for some reason.

On the very first day of middle school, I met Jack, and we instantly hit it off. Throughout middle school and high school we remained great buddies until one day I tried to kiss him in a half-drunken state. After that day, he seemed repulsed by my presence and started to ignore me. We drifted apart and I made peace with myself. Though I had been on dates and had s*x with many people, somehow I never forgot about Jack. Maybe it was still those silly feelings that made me instantly like Scott when I saw how Scott resembled Jack.

"Right, Scott...."

Taking out the phone, I texted him to inform him about my safe arrival. We both texted for a while, and it calmed me down. My shift was in the evening, so I changed my clothes and headed towards the restaurant.

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Coming back from work, I was tired enough, but Scott's call instantly improved my mood. I felt energy surging through my body as I picked up the call, and we had a good chat for a long thirty minutes. While making dinner, my mind drifted towards the moments I spent with Scott and a smile appeared on my lips. Exhausted and tired, sleep came over the moment I hit my bed.

For another few days it was not possible for both of us to meet, so we stayed connected over calls and texts. Scott's silly antics of sending me images of very random things became the highlight of my day. Finally, after a few days, we got a Sunday all to ourselves and decided to venture on our fourth date. We had already been to coffee, movies and shopping. So, for this one I wanted to do something creative and challenging. After debating much about it, we finally decided to go on a cooking date and I signed up. I reached the venue early and was eagerly waiting for Scoot when I saw him walking towards me. His slender frame was covered with a navy blue shirt and black pants. He looked both cute and handsome at the same time and I felt my heart fluttering. The big smile on his face absolutely melted my heart and I ran towards him at full speed to embrace him.

"Oohh...", Scott groaned and then laughed in surprise as my arms caged his body and I lifted him up in the air. The scent of his cologne invaded my nose as I twirled him in the air and he giggled. Slowly bringing him down, our lips found each other's, and we shared a beautiful moment of love, basking in the morning sun's rays.

"Let's go."

Scott's POV :

With great excitement and our hands interlocked, we made our way towards the venue. From the moment Max told me about a cooking date, I was both excited and nervous at the same time. I had thought about all the possibilities where people would give us side eyes and might make nasty comments. But as if understanding my hesitation and worries, Max never let go of my hand, and soon I started to feel calm. I looked around the room and breathed a sigh of relief at seeing only a few people. Among them, I spotted two gay couples and an instant smile appeared on my face. All my nervousness went down the drain, and I was looking forward to the date. The room was spacious and well-built along with decor that lightened up my spirit. There were ten mini kitchen stands and we walked into our stand. The utensils were neatly arranged along with a few recipes to choose from. Max and I got into our little discussion about what to make, and soon the room was occupied.

The hosts were a middle-aged couple who were nice and funny. They helped us to choose two recipes and once chosen we were told to gather our ingredients ourselves. I feel like a participant in a cooking competition as I watched twenty people running around here and there looking for the ingredients they needed. In the midst of this chaos, my gaze landed on Max who was calmly collecting our ingredients. My heart fluttered seeing him in his element doing something basic yet looking so handsome and sexy at the same time. I controlled the urge to march towards him and kiss him hard. As if sensing my lustful piercing gaze on him, he looked back at me and winked with a flirtatious smile.

Once everything was settled, we started to do as per instructions. Time to time, we had help from our gracious host, and mostly it was because of me. Max looked like a pro chef working on his finest dish while I was barely doing any work done. After an hour of struggle, we were finally ready with our first dish, tortilla wraps. The wraps looked strangely cute, and I looked at Max suspiciously. When it was time for inspection, we both received high praise and my chest filled with pride. All of us tried each other's cooking and reviewed each dish like some professionals. Once the first session was over, we got ready for the second session, which was dessert making.

Being the greedy I am for desserts, I did not slack at all and focused all of my energy. The second session lasted for about forty-five minutes when we had to make simple desserts. Max and I prepared fruit custard garnished with ice cream, and it was delicious. We also tried some cupcakes, muffins and different pastries. By the end of the session, I was really looking forward to another cooking date. With our stomachs half full, we both headed for lunch and ate out heartily. Roaming around the city with him brought me great joy until my body could not take it anymore, and we returned to Max's house.

"Uff.."

With a loud thud, I fell on the couch and took deep breathes.

"Here, change into my clothes."

Max's deep voice resonated as I saw him handing me his shorts. With my skinny jeans literally hugging my legs, I did not hesitate to take the shorts from his hand and changed my clothes. His clothes were a size bigger than mine, making them comfortable and breathable. I saw Max sitting on the cushion and I walked towards him. His eyes never left my body and I could feel lust oozing out of him. His desires must have been triggered by seeing me in his clothes and suddenly a naughty idea popped into my mind.

I bent myself and sat on the ground for a few seconds. His eyes went blank when I slowly got on all fours and started to crawl towards him. A sharp inhale of breath echoed in the air and I felt adrenaline rushing throughout my body. All my soreness and pain was instantly replaced by a newfound source of energy and excitement. With each step, I continued to scan his reaction, which was pretty obvious. Soon I was near him and placed my hands on his thighs. Making my eyes as innocent as they could be, I looked at him with all the love and affection in the world.

"I want a taste of DADDY."

As soon as those words left my mouth, I had no idea I would regret it in the near future.