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practically horizontal. Jonah couldn’t wait to see where they’d be when he was balls-deep in David’s ass.
Jonah shrugged. “Dude, you’re the one who insisted on getting off the train here for snacks. Besides, we’re fine. We’ve got five more minutes until departure and we’re practically there. What’s so special about these things, anyway?” Indicating the foam box he held in the crook of his arm, Jonah raised it up a bit and took an appreciative whiff. “They smell good, sure. But I’m guessing they’re something special if you’re willing to risk being left at the station. Hey, wait up.”
Catching at David’s arm, Jonah caught David’s hand and held on. David’s gaze flitted down to where his hand now lay, captured by Jonah’s, then back up to Jonah’s face. David looked slightly uncomfortable, but he’d just have to get used to it. If they were going to be a couple--and Jonah was surer of that with every minute that passed--David would just have to get used to it.
“They’re not for me, they’re for my lab partner. Salteñas are Bolivian and so is Guillermo--I guess they remind him of home. Anyway, these are his favorite, and I promised I’d stop and pick some up for him, but I… I got kind of distracted.”
A little glow lit up inside Jonah at David’s confession and he was momentarily silent. It startled him, in fact, just how moved he was. “No, that’s okay. I mean, I like trying new things and it beats train food.”
“Thanks for understanding.”
“Not a problem.”
They covered the last few yards of sidewalk and made their way through the station and back to the train. The next several minutes were taken up with threading their way through the scattered groups of people and getting back to their room. ‘Roomette.’ Goofy name. But Jonah didn’t care if it gave him time alone with David.
He couldn’t figure out what it was, but he was completely gone over this guy. He’d been hot for a guy on first sight before. Plenty of times, in fact. But he couldn’t remember ever being so totally into someone this fast. Ever.
David was smart and cute and funny. Even David’s prickly façade was adorable, and if that wasn’t a measure of how infatuated he was, Jonah didn’t know what was.
“Do you want to try one?” David set a box, identical to the one Jonah carried, on the little table that stood next to the room’s only chair.
“They smell great. What’s in them, again?” Jonah shrugged and sat on the bed as David removed the box from its plastic carry bag and opened the lid. The pungent aroma of meat and something baked quickly filled the little room.
“Uh, meat? I dunno. Chicken, I think. And some beef. A few vegetables. I think there’s even some hard-boiled egg in there. They’re pretty good. Here.” David handed one to Jonah and took another for himself. “It might still be hot inside, so be careful.”
Jonah grasped the warm meat pie carefully and took an experimental bite. Juice squirted out as soon as his teeth punctured the crust, dripping through his fingers and onto the floor.
“I should have warned you. They’re kind of messy. Supposedly a real Bolivian can eat one without spilling a drop. The rest of us just look like buffoons.” Laughing, David finished his off in a few economical bites, cramming the last of his into his mouth and smiling happily at Jonah as he chewed and swallowed.
“So explain to me again how this fits into your whole macrobiotic, healthy eater, trans-fat-Nazi persona again?” Smiling a little to take the sting out of it, Jonah took a couple more bites, and pretty soon he was finishing off his first salteña .
“I’m not that bad.” David was laughing, but it had a self-conscious ring to it and Jonah could swear his ears were tinged with red
“Yeah, you kind of are. Don’t make me play back the tape from my hidden recorder.”
“Okay, there’s probably lard in the crust--I’ll give you that one--but the
Jonah shrugged. “Dude, you’re the one who insisted on getting off the train here for snacks. Besides, we’re fine. We’ve got five more minutes until departure and we’re practically there. What’s so special about these things, anyway?” Indicating the foam box he held in the crook of his arm, Jonah raised it up a bit and took an appreciative whiff. “They smell good, sure. But I’m guessing they’re something special if you’re willing to risk being left at the station. Hey, wait up.”
Catching at David’s arm, Jonah caught David’s hand and held on. David’s gaze flitted down to where his hand now lay, captured by Jonah’s, then back up to Jonah’s face. David looked slightly uncomfortable, but he’d just have to get used to it. If they were going to be a couple--and Jonah was surer of that with every minute that passed--David would just have to get used to it.
“They’re not for me, they’re for my lab partner. Salteñas are Bolivian and so is Guillermo--I guess they remind him of home. Anyway, these are his favorite, and I promised I’d stop and pick some up for him, but I… I got kind of distracted.”
A little glow lit up inside Jonah at David’s confession and he was momentarily silent. It startled him, in fact, just how moved he was. “No, that’s okay. I mean, I like trying new things and it beats train food.”
“Thanks for understanding.”
“Not a problem.”
They covered the last few yards of sidewalk and made their way through the station and back to the train. The next several minutes were taken up with threading their way through the scattered groups of people and getting back to their room. ‘Roomette.’ Goofy name. But Jonah didn’t care if it gave him time alone with David.
He couldn’t figure out what it was, but he was completely gone over this guy. He’d been hot for a guy on first sight before. Plenty of times, in fact. But he couldn’t remember ever being so totally into someone this fast. Ever.
David was smart and cute and funny. Even David’s prickly façade was adorable, and if that wasn’t a measure of how infatuated he was, Jonah didn’t know what was.
“Do you want to try one?” David set a box, identical to the one Jonah carried, on the little table that stood next to the room’s only chair.
“They smell great. What’s in them, again?” Jonah shrugged and sat on the bed as David removed the box from its plastic carry bag and opened the lid. The pungent aroma of meat and something baked quickly filled the little room.
“Uh, meat? I dunno. Chicken, I think. And some beef. A few vegetables. I think there’s even some hard-boiled egg in there. They’re pretty good. Here.” David handed one to Jonah and took another for himself. “It might still be hot inside, so be careful.”
Jonah grasped the warm meat pie carefully and took an experimental bite. Juice squirted out as soon as his teeth punctured the crust, dripping through his fingers and onto the floor.
“I should have warned you. They’re kind of messy. Supposedly a real Bolivian can eat one without spilling a drop. The rest of us just look like buffoons.” Laughing, David finished his off in a few economical bites, cramming the last of his into his mouth and smiling happily at Jonah as he chewed and swallowed.
“So explain to me again how this fits into your whole macrobiotic, healthy eater, trans-fat-Nazi persona again?” Smiling a little to take the sting out of it, Jonah took a couple more bites, and pretty soon he was finishing off his first salteña .
“I’m not that bad.” David was laughing, but it had a self-conscious ring to it and Jonah could swear his ears were tinged with red
“Yeah, you kind of are. Don’t make me play back the tape from my hidden recorder.”
“Okay, there’s probably lard in the crust--I’ll give you that one--but the
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