Chef's Kiss

Chapter Nine

Rody felt like he forgot how to breath, and somehow, he didn't mind.

Vincent, his boss, was kissing him.

Vincent, the love of his life, was kissing him.

Vincent, who used to just be "Chef" to Rody, was kissing him.

So Rody had to respond, of course. Come on, it was Vincent! He didn't really care about any of his surroundings at the moment. The two men were only focused on each other.

It felt right. Everything seemed perfectly in place. Rody returned the kiss, pressing his mouth against Vincent's, savoring the feeling of the younger man's lips on his. Rody has no idea how this happened- it seemed that just yesterday he could never even dream of being in the love of his life's arms, kissing him, but here he was. And he couldn't have been happier. Rody felt a pair of hands move down to his waist, and Rody up the back of the younger man's neck in response. He was in heaven, and he didn't want this moment to end for anything in the world.

Rody tightened his grip on Vincent's hair. The Chef and Waiter lost track of time, too focused on each other to take any notice of their surroundings. Rody gasped for air pulled back, much disappointed to break the kiss. They were both panting heavily, but wasted no time and pulled each other closer, making it obvious they wanted each other. Vincent pulled Rody's face impossibly closer, smashing their lips together. Their kisses were quickly getting faster, sloppier, and more needy. And Rody loved it. He couldn't get enough of this feeling, the same feeling that he hated himself so much for feeling before.

He loved this man. 

"V-Vince..." Rody groaned. He hadn't realized just how needy he was until he heard himself. Vincent pulled back a bit, to Rody's disappointment, only to start attacking the skin on Rody's neck. Overwhelmingly turned on, Rody sighed, feeling his face flush as Vincent laced hickeys and bite marks on Rody's neck. Rody refused to believe how submissive he was being, but he loved every moment of it- how did his tongue do all those tricks? The amount of pleasure that Rody felt was indescribable. Nobody had ever made him feel like this before- he was being driven crazy with Vincent's hot breath lightly hitting his skin, his lips tracing over all the right places. This was so wrong- and Rody knew it. He was making out with a man! To anyone else, this was a sin. If someone walked in on them, they would be shunned from their community and arrested. Rody knew he should hate himself for doing this; he should push Vincent away and run, but he couldn't. He fucking loved it. He hated how much he loved it and would never admit how much blood shot downwards when Vincent started grinding against him, but he couldn't help it. It felt almost like a drug- and he was too addicted to ever even think of going back. 

The older man parted his lips slightly, and he felt Vincent's tongue slide into his mouth, mapping and exploring every inch of it. Vincent broke the kiss and started sucking the skin of Rody's neck while Rody whimpered, gasping. Anywhere else, he would have practically died of embarrassment for letting himself make these noises, but he couldn't help himself. He was so aroused that he didn't think he could go back now, if he even wanted to- which was the last thing he would ever want. Rody had basically lost control of his body; the amount of pleasure that was rushing through his body was too overwhelming to handle. Rody was definitely going crazy, and he definitely wasn't complaining. 

Rody shuddered as he felt a cold hand slip under his shirt, tugging the accessory off. Was this really happening? Vincent didn't hesitate and pushed Rody down onto the floor, kissing him. Vincent ran his hands along Rody's body, and Rody would never admit how deep he was falling. Rody whined under the man's touch, craving more. How did they end up here? Would they really do this? Rody felt his shirt being slipped off, and he felt Vincent tug on his pants, the pale hands resting on his waistband. One move, and they wouldn't turn back. Rody knew that, too. He wrapped his arms around Vincent, and-