LOVE SYNDROME [NAN & MAC] - Short Stories

Chapter 10 - Cooking

" 5 days Wei, you'll be spending with P'Day in Chonburi, helping him set up some things for the new branch. He leaves tomorrow at dawn and will be here to pick you up. Be ready na..." Nan said while having his breakfast.

" sure will Hia. Shall I call Frog to come over to cook your meals then?" Wei asked.

" yes but check with the Inspector first" reminded Nan. So, Day was opening a shop away from Bangkok then, Mac thought. Wishing they just remained there, not coming back anymore, Mac was silent, voicing out only meant a hard slap from Nan like the last time.

A call to the Inspector however, was answered by Frog. Sage was sick, down with a bad cold after working security duty for the recently ended APEC summit, staying out late continuously for the last few days. Frog had declined, wanting to care for Sage. Understanding, Wei agreed, sensing something going on between the Inspector and Frog but until the man himself mentioned it, he would not poke his nose into people's matters.

" Hia, Sage is sick and it's pretty bad. Frog can't come over at the moment" Wei had said over dinner, washing the cooking utensils while those two ate.

"Oh... that's okay then, I'll cook. Just 5 days..." Nan dismissed nonchalantly.

Clang! A ladle fell loudly against the stainless steel sink, escaping Wei's soapy hands. Hia? Cooking?

" er Hia...maybe we could cater food?" Wei voiced the option quickly, eyes darting to Mac in pity.

" nonsense...just for two people, it will be expensive. Besides, I know a thing or two about cooking."

'A thing or two' should have sent Mac running for the hills. The last time Nan said that, Wei had almost lost his new found Love. That alone should have made Mac cautious but the oblivious child was happily gobbling down the sweet sour pork Wei had prepared, unaware that was his 'last' decent meal in the days to come. Mac didn't care, as long Nan didn't ask him to cook, he'll live. Continuing washing, Wei glanced at Nan, then Mac, eventually landing on the fire extinguisher hung by the corner. Since purchased, it has never been used but... has the time come?

The bright red shiny tank gave a sly look, his time for battle had come.//Finally//

Day 1 of Nan's Cooking

The next morning had Wei leaving around 5. When Mac came down at 7, Nan was busy in the kitchen, cooking. By the look of it, it was cognee again. Getting two bowls off the shelf and spoons, he sat to be served.

Plop!

A big dollop of white landed in his bowl, piping hot. Peering in owlishly, Mac wondered what that was. Picking a spoon and pushing it around, it appeared like overcooked oats, sticking to his spoon, too thick. Nan however, seemed to be enjoying his cognee, blowing a bit before eating as usual. Lips downturned in an unhappy 'M', Mac did not eat, choosing to drink his coffee instead.

" aren't you eating? Too hot? Here, I'll blow it for you" had Nan putting his spoon in Mac's cognee, blowing lightly on the hot dish.

" no need! I can eat myself. Must you use your spoon in my bowl?" Mac scowled.

" aw.. what's wrong in that? You've had my tongue down your throat, my cum in your..." and Mac shushed him a palm smack to his face. A wet sensation had Mac removing it quickly, almost reflex.

" did you just lick me?" Mac asked, wiping his palm against his pants.

" you were so swe...." Nan started.

" zip it!....just...shuu!", Mac stopped him before picking up his spoon and took a taste. Knowing that psycho, next he will be shoving a hot spoon in Mac's mouth, like he did while Mac was sick with a fever. Taking a tiny bit, at the tip of his tongue, Mac's nose wrinkled in disgust. Yuek! Looking up to Nan to scold him, Mac stopped himself in time. Nan's eyes were on him, his cognee and the time on the wall. They had to make a move soon and one way of another, this mush was going down Mac's throat. Slowly, painfully taking another mouthful, Mac ate , washing down each time with his black coffee.