Started with Snow

Chapter 8

Ashslav POV

I woke up to my bed empty. I frowned at the crumpled up sheets beside me then glanced at the clock-10:40, a loud bang sounded and then followed by some cussing. I knew that voice, so I got up wearing pajama pants but no shirt then headed downstairs. As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, a boy I've known for a couple days now had his butt bent in the air while shuffling something around in the fridge. I chuckled letting my presence be known. Snow flung around slamming the fridge door shut his cheeks were red from embarrassment, like a kid getting caught with his hand down his pants. Looking behind him there was utensils and different ingredients for various things.

"Making something?" I raised a eyebrow with a smirk on my face. Snow clasped his hands behind his back and nodded, "Well what is it? I could help you"

"Its supposed to be a surprise, but since you are here... I was going to make Mousse Desserts, to keep me busy. I used to make all kinds of things for David my former owner." Snow's face turned sad and I could see the hurt in his eyes.

"Mousse's I never made that, the only things I make is frozen things. Just have to pop them in the oven!" A look of horror was smacked on his face as I told him what I eat.

"Don't you at least have a cook? That's bad for you, from now on just tell me what you want and I'll cook it!" Snow shook his head a disgusted look on his face.

"So you're really a good cook?" Snow scoffed.

"Yeah I am David used to always say I gave him a orgasm when he ate things I cooked." Snow giggled.

"Orgasms huh? Well I'd like some of that!" I joked making Snow giggle some more.

"That I will your highness," Snow did a little bow making me laugh and swat him on the arm, "Lets get cooking, do you want me to show you?" It would be cool to learn and shove in my brothers faces so I nodded my acceptance. Snow introduced me to all the utensils and what most of their purposes were, then he asked what I wanted to learn for a meal. while I was chopping vegetables he told me he'd make the mousse last so I didn't ruin it.

It took us five hours to make three things: stew first pasties secound and blueberry pie third. It was cool how Snow pranced around getting ingredients together, he was at home in the kitchen. When we were done both of us took a bowl of stew a slice of pie and chunk of a pasties in the dining room table. I sat next to Snow and dug in, he was right I had to keep in a moan right there it was delicious.

"Snow you were right about this is spectacular, I never had anything this great!" I praised him.

"Thanks, I love cooking it takes my mind off things." Snow admitted to me.

"It's ok you can cook all you want, ok. So tell me about this David, what happened to him?" I was very curious as to why his former master gave him back, Snow seemed to love being with him.

"He died, I loved being with him and so did he. He didn't trust the others like he did me, he wasn't a pervert that was a plus. I was given to him at a young age from my parents owner, he didn't want another slave. I was sad I didn't get to be raised by my biological parents. But David was like a father to me. He sometimes disciplined me but I was acting out, now that I think about it he did what he had to! When he died I...." Snow trailed off, his face was a emotional mess. Tears started running down his face, reminiscing must have been hard to do, "I needed him! I didn't want him to leave me, I knew he was at a old age. I needed him!" Snow was a hysterical wreck. His body wracked with sobs while his hands covered his eyes and I felt useless for once.

"Shhhh it's ok at least your not at some creepers place!" I tried to comfort him.

"That's just it, I was after David died. David died two years ago!" The hardness in his voice now was fierce.