Everyone's Gay | Food Fantasy

Chapter 6

3:00 PM
Sunday, all shops owned currently closed

Akumu insisted that all of them should get a break from working so hard even in the midst of the summer heat, so she literally kicked everyone out of their shops, closed it for today, and went to a private resort she booked a week prior.

Pizza and Cheese were chilling on one of the long, wooden tables, watching in amusement as Cassata practically threw himself onto Bamboo Rice's shoulders, sitting on it to fight against the SteakWine duo in the salty waters.

Cassata and Red Wine's clasped onto one another and started grunting as their brute force repelled each other, the desire for victory burning in their eyes as they have the intention of overthrowing their opponent off his partner's shoulders.

"So I thought that Cassata couldn't get any hotter but I proven wrong. So, so wrong."

"YOU GOT HORNY JUST BY LOOKING AT CASSATA IN HIS SWIMMING ATTIRE!?"

Pizza slammed his hand over her mouth in panic to muffle her scream and to not expose her, his other free hand waving frantically as a deep red tint rushed to his cheeks.

"KEEP QUIET YOU—!"

"What's the matter here?"

Their heads snapped to the main source of the noise only to see Cassata in his shirtless glory standing on the other side of the table, a towel in his hand to ruffle his hair dry.

Pizza gulped nervously, his eyes unconsciously trailing down to follow the droplets of water streaming down his neck, then to his collarbone and some ran down his chest. Oh hot damn those abs and the way his soaked shorts hug his thighs nicely—

"Oh, Cassata, you're back fairly quickly! Pizza here is—!" Cheese couldn't finish her sentence when the blond male's hand shot up and seized a fistful of her shirt from the back, yanking down to send her body flipping back on the sand with a yelp.

"Don't mind her!" Pizza said a little too loudly for his liking, the red tint on his cheeks doing him no liberty on covering up, causing Cassata to become worried for the other male and his eyebrows furrowing shows it.

"Are you okay?" The redhead bombarded him with questions, throwing his towel over his shoulder to dig through his bag and search for a water bottle. "You might get a heatstroke at this rate."

Pizza lightly cupped his cheek with one hand, ignoring the whines from Cheese that her hair is full of sand, to feel his face undeniably hot. Well, at least I have the burning sun as an excuse.

"Are you thirsty?" Cassata held out one of his water bottles towards Pizza, who swiped it out of his hands and hurriedly opened the cap, with struggles along the way due to his shaking hands.

"Very thirsty." Pizza heaved, chugging down the water at an alarming rate, his hand crushing the bottle at the same time as he emptied out the contents.

"H- Hey! Don't drink it all!"

"So, when will Sachertorte realise his feelings?" Fish and Chips asked Martini and Tequila beside him as he leaned against the scoring board, watching with curious eyes as the food souls in front of him are playing beach volleyball.

"Probably sooner or later, it honestly depends on him alone." Martini simply replied, chuckling as team 1 comprising of:

》Caviar — Middle Blocker
》Brownie — Libero
》Steak — Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker
》Turkey — Wing Spiker/Middle Blocker
》Eggnog — Turkey's Setter
》Red Wine — Steak's Setter