Left Without Words - 15. Chapter 15

Don't get me wrong...sitting there at that table, waiting for Deme to bring out another plate full of his...ummm...questionable 'cooking', made me a bit nervous. It's not that I wouldn't gobble down anything he offered to feed me, just to make him feel good about the gesture. But the real question was...could I do it convincingly without making any weird faces? Hehehe!

Deme was a million and one awesome things all wrapped up in one hell of a pretty gift box...but it's been my experience that cooking was simply not one of those things.

Milo brought me something cold to drink, and I took a sip, but made sure to save most of it to wash down whatever Deme decided to put down in front of me. I braced myself when he came out with a plate of food, a small saucer, and a set of utensils wrapped in a cloth napkin. Ever the professional, he smiled and set the food down over my right shoulder with a smile. "Good afternoon, sir. My name is Dimitry. I shall be your server for the day." God! He's so CUTE!!! He giggled in the most adorable way, with a bashful little blush tainting the natural color of his lightly tanned, olive cheeks, and I immediately felt a giddy series of intense tingles run up the back of my neck, resting comfortably behind my ears.

"Good afternoon, Dimitry. I'm the city's top food critic. I hope I can give you a good review during my visit." I said, playing along.

"I certainly hope so. Otherwise...we will not be permitted to let you leave here alive."

"Hahaha! WHAT???" He said it with such a straight face that it was only a hint of his gentle smirk that gave him away. "Well, that's one way to get four stars or better, I suppose."

"Indeed." Deme laid everything out perfectly for me, and then stood up to watch me take my first bite.

Dang...he's actually going to gauge my first reaction, isn't he? I need to get my game face ready. If I can completely relax the muscles in my cheeks and eyebrows, I might be able to pull off a decent expression. I mean, God bless him...he's trying, right?

"It certainly smells good." I said, hoping to stall for a few seconds as I put my napkin in my lap. "Ummm...what is it?"

Proudly, Deme said, "It is grilled leg of lamb with ancho chile marinade, that I cut up nice for you. And those are lemon roasted potatoes." Oh my. That sounds...pretty good, actually. "Go ahead. Taste. You will like it."

"Ok..." I said. I tried to concentrate on keeping my face still, making sure that my soda was within reach in case of an emergency. I REALLY didn't want to disappoint him. It looked like he worked hard on this.

I took a small portion onto the edge of my fork, and held my breath as I took a bite.

The meat was tender. Juicy. In fact, it practically melted in my mouth like cotton candy. I allowed myself to breathe again, and this burst of rich flavors spread out over my tongue, causing me to wrinkle my forehead as I was shocked by how AMAZING it was! And it seemed to get more delicious with every chew. Whoah! Holy shit! It was mind-blowing! And the second taste was even better than the first, now that it was officially safe for me to let my guard down. I almost forgot that Deme was standing there watching until I heard him snicker to himself beside me.

"Is good this time, right?" He asked.

"Dude...this is CRAZY good! You made this?!?!" I said, going in for a third bite now.

"Hehehe, yes! I told you, I have learned to be good." He smiled, so relieved that I was pleased. "Papa Milo showed me how to be patient and season with restraint, but with confidence. Then Papa at home let me practice on the stove until I learned to give it just the right amount of attention."

"Well, you definitely mastered the art of that! That's for sure." I grinned, making a pig out of myself. "Oh yeah...what are these again?"

"Lemon roasted potatoes."

Another bite, and a totally different burst of flavor made me close my eyes and slowly shake my head. "Mmmm...omigod, that's good."

"Hehehe! You are being so cute right now." He cheered. "My beautiful Shane."

At that moment, Milo called out, "Deme. Two gyros, no tomato, no lettuce. Just onions and sauce. Pick up order. I tell them ten minutes."

"Ok, Papa. I'm on it." He said, giving me a warm smile. Then, while his back was turned to the counter, he reached out and lightly used his thumb to wipe a little bit of marinade from the edge of my lips. Then he drew his hand back to lightly suck the excess off of his digit...those magical lips of his wrapping around the tip in the most seductive way possible. "I am happy that you are happy. You are very cute when you are happy." He paused for a moment, our eyes connected with a silent, but highly intimate, moment of recognition between us.

"Dimitry! Ten minutes is not long. Get started now so you do not have to rush." Milo said.

"Ok, Papa. I am coming." He said, turning back to me with a sigh. "I will come back soon."

"Cool. My plate will be empty by then. Hehehe!"

"I will be arrogant with my ego if you do. That would bring me great joy." He said, and then patted me lightly on the shoulder as he walked away from the table to return to the kitchen.

Omigod, this is good! If Deme and I get married, I wonder if I'll be able to eat like this every night! Jesus! I'm going to pack on an extra hundred pounds in no time. I guess I'll just have to exercise and work it off through long marathon sessions of intense boy sex then, won't I? Yep...as often as possible. Because exercise is important. Hehehe!

Even though I was chowing down like some kind of a maniac on the small feast in front of me, I already began to miss Deme after only a few minutes of him being gone. It's still such a surreal experience for me to think about the fact that I have a real, live, BOY to kiss! Is that not the most insane thing you've ever heard of? Hehehe! I swear, I was getting even more turned on than usual as the juicy meat caused me to keep reaching for my napkin to wipe my mouth again. DAMN, this was good!

Proud of Deme's work, Milo came from behind the counter and smiled at me. "So, you see...Deme has the family touch, now?"

"Mmmm! He definitely does! So yummy!" I said, causing Milo to laugh.

"Well, eat until you are full, Shane. Perhaps I will give you some extra to take home to Mommy as well. Huh?"

"Oh! Right. My mom wanted me to ask you to if we could grab some cookies for Sarah. If you don't mind. I've got money for about six of the big ones that she likes so much..."

Milo put his hand on my shoulder as I started to dig in my pocket for cash. "No, no, no...you enjoy your lunch. I will get your sister the freshest cookies in the bunch, ok?" And at that moment, a few more customers came walking in through the front door, bringing Milo back to the front counter to greet them cheerfully as they took a look at the menu posted above.

Moments later, I saw Deme come out from the back and bring a paper bag with the next order in it. Warm, with an aroma that made you salivate from the other side of the room. He wrapped it in a plastic bag, adding plastic utensils and napkins as well as a few sauces, some french fries, and a take out menu. Because repeat customers are a must, I suppose. Hehehe, it was so CUTE...seeing him work and get everything so perfect! I don't know, something about it was just mercilessly attractive to me. My heart started pounding, and when he looked over to smile at me, that only made my renewed infatuation with him bubble even further out of control. Wow. He's so...so incredibly...WOW!

I saw him wiping his hands off on a towel as he came from behind the counter. He looked so much like his grandfather at that moment. The hand gestures were almost identical. Cute!

"Whoah...you really almost finished the entire plate." Deme giggled. "I think I did good this time."

I stared up into those bright eyes of his, and I just...I felt like I was seeing him for the first time all over again. He was so adorable that you just picked out more beautiful details every time you laid eyes on him. I don't think I'll ever get tired of falling for him time and time again. Why does he still make me so nervous?

"You just make sure to remember that this is the most delicious thing that you have ever put in your mouth. Hehehe!" He said.

With a naughty grin, I said, "Well...maybe the second most delicious thing."

I winked at him after I said it, but I don't even think it was necessary. Deme picked up on the sexual reference instantly, and his blush deepened considerably. "Shane..." He giggled. He peeked over his shoulder for a moment, and then he took a hold of my hand. "Come...I will show you the kitchen."

"The what...?" I said, but he already had me up on my feet. "Wait! Let me get another bite!" I said, not even bothering with a fork this time. I just picked up a piece of meat with my fingers and shoved it into my mouth, savoring the exquisite taste of it all be fore he pulled me away from the table and I had to suck my fingers clean. DAMN that was good!

"Deme? What are you...?" Milo asked, but Deme was quick to answer him.

"I want to show Shane the kitchen. I will be here if you need me." He answered.

"Be sanitary!" Milo called back as Deme pulled me behind the counter and through the little curtain on the side.

"We will!" He answered.

We both began giggling uncontrollably. I don't know why...this whole thing just felt so awkward and strange to me. As many times as I've come to Milo's for lunch or dinner, I had never once seen the inner workings of the place, and the spot where all the magic happens. Giant pots and pans and grills and a dish washing station...this was COOL! There was only one or two people working back there, which Deme introduced me to and had them wave at me with a smile. I barely had enough time to marvel at what I was looking at before Deme dragged me further and further back into the maze like series of shelves and boxes and cookware. My mind was racing, trying to absorb it all...but it was the feel of Deme's soft hand clasped tightly around my own that brought me the biggest thrill. That, alone, was enough to cause an unexpected erection to swell in the front of my pants.

Yikes! I need to keep that under control! Milo told us to keep things 'sanitary', after all. Hehehe!

"Hehehe, Deme...where are you taking me?" I laughed.

"You will see. Come!" He giggled. Then he pointed up at one of the corners over the grill. "You see? Cameras. To watch and record at all times." He said, and then he pulled me over to another side of the kitchen, and opened up a big metal door to the left of us. A big freezer. I could see wisps of cold mist coming out of it...and Deme made a gesture to ask me to step inside. "Go in. It is ok." He said.

I gave him a sideways look at first, but then stepped inside, feeling the cold, crisp, air crawl over my arms and shoulders the moment I walked in. Deme followed me, and after looking out into the kitchen for a second or two, he closed the door behind us.

"Dude!" I gasped with a smile. "Don't! You're gonna get us trapped in here!"

Deme laughed. "What? No! That is television. Not real life. Hehehe!" Then he stepped closer to me, and he reached up to run his thin fingers through the red locks of my hair, sighing to himself out loud. He pointed up at the corners of the room, up at the ceiling. And in a sweet, quiet, seductive voice...he said, "...No cameras..."

My face turned so RED when he said that! But when I looked down at my shoes to avoid the helplessness that I always felt when gazing into his pretty eyes, Deme reached out to lift my chin and look at him anyway.

"I am so glad that you came today, Shane." He smiled.

Is it possible for a human body to break out into a sweat in an ice cold freezer? Am I the first to experience this?

"I'm glad too..." I mumbled, trying to look into his love inspired gaze without instinctualy turning away.

Deme twirled a bit of my hair around his finger, and he whispered...breathlessly..."My beautiful Shane..." And before I knew what was happening, this STUNNING boy leaned in to kiss me passionately on the lips!

I literally found my hands reaching back to grip one of the frost covered shelves behind me to keep my balance once my knees went all wobbly on me. Omigod...there is nothing like the taste of a warm boy's tongue in your mouth in a cold room! Jesus! This is SO unreal!!! Hahaha!

He's MINE!!! Deme is SO mine!!!

I felt his hands on my hips, and I reached out to put my hands on his as well. Eyes closed, breathing in the frigid air...with his grandfather and a few workers in the kitchen just on the other side of that freezer door. Risky? Maybe. But I think there was something incredibly SEXY about that part. Hehehe! I don't know...it just...it turned me on so much! I was so hard that I had to pull Deme closer and hump myself against him in order to relieve a little bit of the tension and pressure that I was feeling from a lack of release. You have no idea how amazing it is to make out with a boy this freakin' HOT!!! It's like...magic!

We tongue kissed, shamelessly, for a few minutes before the threat of getting caught kicked in and we were forced to calm ourselves down a little bit. Hehehe, not that we wanted to! Don't think for one moment that I wouldn't have stripped down naked and rolled around on this ice cold floor with my brand new boyfriend if I didn't have to worry about explaining what the hell was going on to the unsuspecting victim that decided to open that door next! Hehehe! But...I guess we needed a little bit of restraint if we were really going to start a new relationship off right. Why complicate it with unnecessary drama if we don't have to. Best to be careful for now.

Our lips parted, "Shane...?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to find more time to be alone with you. I want us to be together again."

FUCK being careful! "I want to be alone with you too!" I said, craving another taste of his soft sweet lips.

"We must plan. Yes? Truthfully, every night, I dream about you. I can't help it. I feel so much love for you. I yearn to be close with you again...like last time." He said, and he kissed me again. This time I grabbed a hold of his supple ass cheeks and moaned quietly as he pressed himself against me. Deme's ass is like...a stress reliever for me. Just a few squeezes, and it's like...all is right with the world again! Hehehe!

"M'kay..." I giggled. "Um...at your house, or...?"

"I don't know. My father is always there trying to fix things. He is really focused on getting the new house together and making it home." He said, giving me the cutest pouty lip face ever! Hehehe! "What about your house? Is there, maybe, a chance when your mother goes to work?"

I kissed his lips again. I don't know, I was just addicted to the feel of his lips on mine. "Ummm...she works, sure. But my mom isn't the problem. It's Sarah." I told him. "I mean...if I'm crafty enough about it, I might be able to get her to leave the house for a little while, but...I can't actually let on that I want her to leave the house, or she'll hang around and be a pest just to spite me. You know?" I wish it wasn't so, but it was. "It's a weird game that has to be played. It's a sibling thing, I guess."

"I understand." Deme said. Of course he understands. He's perfect. Sighhhh...God, I love this boy!

"BUT...I can try my best to get rid of her! I swear!" I claimed, desperately. "Even if I have to knock her out with a baseball bat and lock her in a closet! K? I'll take care of it!"

Deme kissed me on the cheek, laughing softly to himself. "Don't hurt your family. Sarah is precious."

"Says the guy who only has to spend a maximum of three minutes with her on any given day." I grinned. But Deme rolled his eyes in the CUTEST way, and I melted all over again. "Alright, alright. I'll...find a more non-violent way to kick her bratty ass to the curb! I just...I wanna see you, Deme..."

"I want to see you too. Sooooo bad!" He blushed.

Just then, the freezer door opened, and one of the kitchen workers came in to grab some meat and freshly made sauce to fill the next order. Thank goodness Deme and I weren't still making out at the time, or that could have been a maddening situation for ALL of us!

We straightened up immediately, and barely got a second look from the guy who just wanted to grab some product and get back to the kitchen to cook up the next order. Still, Deme and I were being a little reckless with our affections right now. It definitely helped to be able to hold him close again so soon after becoming boyfriends, but it could be SO much better if we found a place to be alone and not have to look over our shoulder or worry about being discovered in the midst of one of the most passionate kisses ever experienced by another teen boy EVER!

"Ok then." I said, the nervous jitters causing my voice to shake uncontrollably. "I'll figure something out. And then...and then..." I moved in to kiss him again. "...We can be alone. Like...really alone."

"I would like this." He smiled.

"M'kay..." I said. And...dammit, I had to kiss him again!

I LOVE kissing my new boyfriend!!! Ahhhhh! This is so friggin' COOL!

"I'll let you know as SOON as I can figure something out." I told him.

"And I will give you my schedule here at work so you know when I am free to come over."

"Awesome!" I said.

"Yes! Very awesome!" He replied, kissing me once more. "Wow...topsy turvy." He said, rubbing his nervous stomach.

"Yeah..." I sighed. "...Topsy turvy..."

Deme opened the freezer door. "It's actually pretty cold in here." He giggled.

"Dude! It is SUPER cold in here! What the heck?" I laughed.

"Hahaha! Sorry!" He said, and waved his arm to let me out of that icebox first. But he quickly gave me an unexpected smooch on the cheek as I walked past him.

"Yuck!" I said, wiping my cheek off with my hand.

"You know you like!" He said, and we went back into the kitchen and then back out to the front of the restaurant. Milo kept his word, and gave me a bag of cookies for Sarah and my mom...but I saw it as a possible bribe to maybe get them out of the damn house in the next day or two. I mean...I really really want Deme and I to have some more alone time together. Like...I NEED it! And it sounds like he needs it too!

I just...UGH!!! I wish I had my own place, you know? Teenagers have to make such a dramatic production out of finding places to screw each other's brains out! It's so not fair!

Hehehe, don't worry, baby! I'll find a way. I'll just...I'll find a way, dangit!