A Different Form of Art

Chapter Seventeen

Liam POV

I helped Bradley to his feet and we walked into his kitchen together. He started getting the pizza ingredients out of the refrigerator and cupboards while I leaned against the counter and watched him. He seemed so focused, it was adorable.

"Alright, so I just got a bunch of different things for toppings because I didn't really know what you liked, I thought we could make the dough and sauce and stuff and then just make two different ones?" Bradley asked.

"Sounds good to me. How can I help?" I replied, as I watched Bradley put on an apron.

"Well, put this on," He tossed me an apron of my own. "And then you can help me with this dough I guess. Will you grab the flour? It's in the second cupboard from the washing machine." I put the apron on and grabbed the flour, setting it on the counter next to Bradley.

"Thanks." He said.

"Yeah, welcome." I saw him working on making the dough, seeming dominant as if he didn't really want help. I went and wrapped my arms around his backside instead, the same way I had on our first date.

"Hey, Easter's coming up next week. Do you have plans for that?" He asked me.

"Nah, I'm not really the religious type. What about you?" I replied.

"Me neither. I like Easter baking though, there's a lot of fun things to make that are 'Easter related'." He said.

"Yeah, defiantly. I used to dye eggs all the time as a kid. My mom would make hot cross buns, those were my favorite." My mouth watered at just the memory.

"Would you want to do some Easter baking with me this year? I'm not sure I can top hot cross buns, but I'm sure I can figure something out you haven't made before." He said.

"Hmmm sure why not? On actual Easter or before?" I asked.

"Maybe like the day before? But I want you here for Easter too, we can eat whatever we make all day and cuddle on the couch, or my bed if that's better?" He asked suggestively.

I laughed in return. "I'll be here, that's for sure. What we do can be decided later."

He had finished making the dough at this point, and handed me a large piece of it on a floured cutting board.

"Roll it out and then there's tomato sauce over here, and the thousand different toppings I got." He really had gotten a lot of toppings.

"Alrighty then." I released my arms from his waist and got to work on my pizza. After both of our pizzas were in the oven, Bradley hopped up and sat on the counter like a child.

"Bradley, why are you sitting on the countertop?" I asked.

"You sound like my mum! She always used to yell at me when I sat on the counter as a child. I think that's why I do it really, the rebellious, childish side of me gets great joy from sitting on my counter." He replied.

"That makes sense, I guess." I said, walking closer to the counter where he sat like a king on his throne.

"Hey, I'm taller than you right now!" He cheered. It was true, he was a couple inches above me and he seemed delighted.

"Really? What happens when I pull you down?" I asked slyly.

"You won't pull me down of my throne!" He seemed very delighted with himself.

I walked over until I was right below him, reached up, and pulled his face down to meet mine in a passionate kiss. His fingers intertwined into my hair, and I reached around his body and pulled his legs around me, and pulled him off the counter so that I was holding him. I gave his ass a little squeeze and felt him breathe in sharply. I pulled him closer around me and heard him let out a quiet moan. Still holding him around me, I walked down the hall with him and into his bedroom before laying down and having him flip me over and crawl on top, our lips never separating.

He sat up, still on top of me, and took my shirt off before laying back down on top of me and continuing to kiss me. I could feel myself growing uncomfortable, and I knew he could as well as I felt him grinning, very pleased with himself. I pulled his shirt off as well, and just as I was about to go back to kissing him again, the timer went off for our pizzas.

"Well shit." He whispered.

"Wow did you just swear?" I asked.

"Is that really what you're thinking about right now?" He asked in response.

"Not really." I confessed.

"Oh so what were you thinking about?" He asked, leaning in and biting my extremely sensitive neck.

"I was thinking about much I wanted to fuck my extremely sexy boyfriend." I moaned out.

"Hmmm that's nice." He replied, continuing to bite my neck several times.

The timer continued beeping.

"Yunno, as much as I want to continue this, we should probably get that before the pizzas burn." I said.

"Yeah that's true." He said, before leaning in and biting my neck once more, earning a moan in return.

I really didn't want to get up, but I knew we had to. Bradley climbed off me and pulled me off the bed with him, pushing me down the hallway in front of him with his hand on my own ass, squeezing it just to tease me. We walked into his kitchen where the timer was blaring, and the strong scent of fresh-baked pizza filled the air.