The Pompous and The Prick

Chapter 26: Do You Like Piña Coladas?

Next chapter will be in two weeks on January 31st on 2024. Thank you for your patience.

Heat rose from the fryer full of oil that bubbled enthusiastically to greet him. A napkin was handed to the man with something long inside. The steam warmed his face as he took the first bite. Crispy fried batter still soft on the inside felt like the joy of a child in his mouth. The sweet taste of cinnamon and sugar on his tongue filled him with glee as he chewed the warm stick of delectable goodness.

"That is absolutely divine!" Trent said after his first bite.

Blitz mouth watered watching him, unsure if he was drooling over the food or the man, "Yeah . . . See I told you!"

"So much yummy food! You can consider me successfully stuffed." Trent smiled gleefully.

Blitz failed to hold back a snort, "Good, I'm glad."

The two chowed down on their churros as they walked with no particular destination. Blitz tried to grab his hand as casually as he could. He didn't dare look up until he was sure Trent wasn't looking at him. When he did, he saw that he had gladly accepted his hand, and brought his attention back to his dessert. He found himself staring at his tall date, and blushed at how surprisingly big his mouth was. He was used to being confident, sexy and seductive, but when he was trying to earn the man's trust and heart, not just his moans and shudders, suddenly he was that same scared teenager again. Oh but to see this succubus scream. . .

"You're looking quite thoughtful." Trent observed, bringing Blitz back to his senses.

"O-oh, do I . . .?" he gave a nervous laugh, "I'm just really into this churro, I guess."

"Mm, I bet that's not the only thing you can get into." Trent fluttered his eyelashes.

Blitz laughed again, heat rising to his face, "Y-yeah . . . I-I bet I could."

Trent stared at him, a surprised look on his face for some reason.

"What?" Blitz asked, glancing up into his big doe eyes, then looking away.

"Nothing . . . It's just. . ." Trent snickered, "You're just absolutely adorable." He whispered quietly mostly to himself, "it's nice to see this side of you."

It wasn't a completely outrageous thing to say, but it was just slightly . . . Odd . . . considering he hadn't seen many sides of him yet. A few things like that had happened, and he wasn't sure when to bring it up. He didn't want to ruin the moment, plus he didn't have any specific accusation or suspicion. What were all these accidental slips adding up to? Maybe if he probbed a little, he could get some answers.

"So . . . I don't think you've told me what you do for work." Blitz observed.

Trent smiled, "I'm a waiter."

Okay, he didn't have to think about it, "Really? You seem more . . . Educated, than most waiters."

That seemed to take him off guard, "R-really? W-well . . . It is just a-a . . . temporary thing, until I find something better."

"Oh, yeah?" Blitz smiled at the crack in his armor, "so um, what's the something better you're looking for?"

"U-um . . ." Trent fidgeted as he scrambled for something to say, "a-a doctor?"

Blitz dropped his hand and began walking backwards in front of him to better see his face, sadistically enjoying watching him be put on the spot for his terrible lying, "That definitely sounds more educated. What kind of doctor?"

"A, um, a therapist?" He asked.

"You sure about that? Cause you don't sound sure." Blitz tilted his head as he examined Trent's face.