RED PARALLEL

Chapter 23: The Ungayest Tommy and Some Pudding

(Owen)

Owen took his time to serve the food. He was waiting for his friend's reaction.

Traviz didn't serve anything on his plate. Instead, he was grabbing each food and eating it in its pot. Owen had never seen that before. Usually, Traviz would throw the food in a giant mountain and swallow it. But no. He was switching from pot to pot.

"That's new..." Owen said out loud. "Eating in a pot."

And Traviz retorted, right away:

"Easy to eat. You don't drop the food, you know."

"Clever boy."

Owen didn't eat much, too focused on Traviz eating.

"Hmmmmmm..." Traviz would throw back his head, leaning it at the sofa behind him, chewing with eyes closed. "Hmmmmm..."

"You liked it?"

And Traviz would say, for every plate (except the Caesar's):

"Man, I love this thing."

"That's good," Owen would answer, watching Traviz frowning with pleasure.

"I love lasagna... I love lasagna..."

Owen's mind drifted accidentally.

Is this how he looks like when he's receiving a blowjob? Because, really, his face is just-

Stop.

Owen got up in a jump. "I'm getting the pudding."

"Yees, Phants."

After another session of 'Hmmmm' delicious faces, Traviz was done. Owen, even more.

"Let's gather the plates." Owen sighed. "C'mon, Troy, ass up the pillow. Help me with these."

"Uugh..." Traviz got up, tumbling. "Wow, I'm so full."

"Are you gonna throw up?"

"No... I can't."

"You can't? Grab these." Owen handed him a pile of plates, hoping he wouldn't drop them. "Why you can't throw up?"

It was simple. "Dude, your food's great," Traviz said. "Hell no I'm puking it."

So beautiful.

"Oh, I appreciate it. Put it here, please. In the sink."

"I didn't know you could cook, Phants. Like, wow."

"Sort of. That's what you get from living alone, or actually living under constant threats of..."

Luckily, Traviz didn't hear the last part.

"Man, if I lived alone, I guess I'd die."

"Sure you would. You'd die on the first week."

"Hey!"

"Okay. On the second week."

"Well..." Traviz opened the fridge. "What we're having for dinnerrr?"

"SERIOUSLY? Hahahaha..."

"What?"

"Troy." Owen closed the fridge and pushed Traviz away, delicately. "Why don't you sit on your cozy sofa and take a nap, hm? Stop thinking about food, you'll end up puking for real."

"Phaaaants..."

"Whaaat."

"I want pudding."

"No, you had enough of it. Move."