Perfect II: The Art Of Living

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

William drew the invigorating scent of vanilla cupcakes into his nose. He laid it on the table and warmly smiled. It had been a week since Skylar returned from his grief. William thanked the good ol’ reveries that made his former friend realize that he needed to move on from Jesse’s death and had his life going back on track. As a week-sary celebration, vanilla cupcakes were a sure perfect treat.

              William glistened the cupcakes with his stare and made it visible by the whip cream that stood like swirly obelisks. William sliced one and its smooth steam came out seductively. He inhaled it all and enthusiastically clapped like a child. He enjoyed the puerile taste of cupcakes and turned his phone on for some music.

              “Wo, oh, I want some more/ Wo, oh, What are you waitin' for?” William sang. He did not expect someone to continue the song. If ever someone did, his smile would be brought back to life and the vanilla cupcakes would be temporarily irrelevant.

              “Wo, oh, I want some more/ Wo, oh, What are you waitin' for?/ What are you waitin' for?/ Say goodbye to my heart tonight,” he sang with the song and ended it with a sigh. He praised his impeccable master-pastry with a warm but small smile. He stared at it for quite a time. He gazed upon the perfect array of perfect delicacies that did not seem to have any flaws at all. Fairly golden, moderately fluffy.

              “What do we have here?” a familiar voice caused him to gawk into its direction. “Ooooh,” Skylar cooed the sweet scent that circulated the room. It was centripetal, driving him towards the epicenter of pleasantness. “You made these?”

              William nodded blissfully.

              Skylar took one and caused small discord on the perfect row of cupcakes. He munched on it and had the whip cream tease his nose with a bite.

              William giggled.

              “What!” Skylar inquired in high pitch.

              William reached out and hovered his body over the cupcakes to remove the white spot on Skylar’s nose. The artificially white-nosed father toyed with him. He tapped William on the back, stealing his balance away and landing flat on the baking tray of perfect cupcakes.

              William did not recognize the dystopia on his kingdom of whip cream obelisks on fluffy pedestals. He was covered in sweetness and diabetically manufactured happiness. William playfully grunted and Skylar did it the second time in a row.

              William took his chance and ran toward Skylar. His prey shrieked. William cornered him fast and pinned him by the wall. His breathing became heavy and his eyes penetrated into Skylar’s eyes. Skylar’s light, puerile giggles turned into heavy breathing with the sense of longing and anticipation. He wrapped his arms around William’s waist and stared at his eyes.

              “You dirtied me. Now, you have to clean me up,” William audaciously said in a stern monotone.

              Although hesitant through his eyes, Skylar obeyed like a whimpering puppy. He licked some spikes of whip cream that pointed from William’s shirt. He bit and sucked the sweetness out and drenched William’s shirt in his sweet saliva.

              “Now what have you done?” William scrutinized.

              Skylat whimpered again and took off William’s shirt. There were some spots of where whip cream was smothered like smudges of clouds. Skylar gazed at it long enough for the whip cream to partially melt. Cautious enough, Skylar cloyed with him. He dipped his tongue on some parts with regular intervals. He was coy doing so. William took pleasure seeing him. He brushed Skylar’s hair as he continued to do his job. From a calm and shy tongue-dipping session, Skylat wildly licked William’s abdomen and up his chest, to his neck and to his lips. He kissed him hard and explored his mouth.