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There was at least ten minutes left of the Pad Thai that Archie was eyeing with a set of orbs that could use a Visine rinse and perhaps a take out box for what was not going to be finished in time. Left alone to ponder it all the food critic who had been given an offer he certainly wouldn’t refuse had a few ideas that left him in favor of abandoning the dish in front of him. Part of him felt inclined to head into the kitchen and look over inner workings of the restaurant. It was like another world apart from the place he was currently seated in. Anyone and everyone worth their salt in the culinary world knew that to see the domain of the chef, one he obviously had taken more than a professional interest in, would reveal far more than the Pad Thai did. Jet lag surely wasn’t to blame. The guy was just as appetizing, or more so, than his perfect version of one of the most difficult dishes to pull off on such short notice.

“Ten minutes.”

Archie breathed out while pushing the chair beneath him back with the sudden shift of his backside. He followed through to rise to his full height from the seat beneath him and stepped away from the table. As if it was in keeping with the ten minutes or less timer governing his chosen moves the waiter met him the counter and stood in front of the card reader. No seconds were wasted as the stretch of a lean hand from the business side was able to accept the plastic card in his fingers as soon as it was offered up into the air between them.

“Enjoy your evening.” A college grin flashed while the receipt was handed over with his credit card.
“If it is nothing more than it has been it has been full of surprises.” The strip of paper folded up neatly with a few firm presses of his fingers so that it would file neatly in his wallet.
“Don’t forget your bag.” The helpful hand was aiming his attention in the direction of what he nearly forgot in his timed exit.
“Thanks.”

A couple seconds were used up retrieving what he arrived with as well as giving a shake of his hand to the couple who still appeared to be sharing the bowl between them and two spoons. Once free from the public pleasantries he finally adjusted his jacket and stepped outside. The sound of a smooth, luxury engine purred in front of him. His cab and ride home had been seriously upgraded to a brand spanking new limo fresh out of the production line. Archie wasn’t about to complain. He was more than happy to climb in as soon as the back door opened with the help of the decked out driver.

“The cab had engine trouble two blocks down and I was done with the wedding across town. It is your lucky night, buddy.”
“Archie.” He felt the need to make the correction even if the seats felt like clouds of luxury beneath his *** as he sank in followed by both his feet. “Someone will be joining me.” He glanced at his watch. “Anytime now.”
“Yes, Sir.” The rear passenger door closed and the suited chauffeur folded his hands behind his back as he waited for the restaurant door to open.

With the wiggle of the bottle in a promising grip the liquid within went back and forth licking the walls that kept it in a contained motion. Archie’s warm molasses orbs tracked the movement of Windsor entering the car. Instead of moving over he stayed put. He opted to stretch back and settle in as if his wait was over which from all appearances it pretty much was. He glanced down at the thigh next to his and discovered there was no space between them. He was taking a wild guess and banking on the fact that the guy wasn’t the least bit shy when it came to going from first to second before they ever made it to the critic’s recently inherited Canadian home base. Archie was no slouch when it came to being up to bat and hitting it hard.

“I appreciate that.” He curled his long fingers over those holding the bottle effectively pulling it closer while leaning over as the door closed. “And an hour ago that would have worked just fine.” His free hand slid all too confidently to the jaw line of the face that had been one of many reasons his appetites had been leaving him hungry for more than the epic Pad Thai he had the pleasure of consuming. “Now I have something to tide you over with.”

The heat of the moment brought his lips towards the heel of his own hand floating so close to the chin beneath it that the caress of his warm breath floated over the skin that was far too tempting to resist. An evening in the chef’s kitchen quickly became an enticing bouquet of flavor to the surface of Archie’s lips. As they brushed upward to capture those that held the focus of his eyes he pinned his gaze on the pools of temptation staring back at him and coupled it with his own intent. The first contact of parted lips had him inhaling the very breath he was all too willing to surrender in exchange for more. So much more.

More of the Windsor he has a maddening thirst for fueled him. The hunger burning over his own flesh brought on by longing to feel the relief of Windsor flooding him in ways he had never imagined possible. No bottle would contain the promise he currently held in his hand and beneath his lips. He wanted to savor every part of it. There would be no question as his hand curled and the hook of his fingers cupped then locked at the nape of Windsor’s neck. The tip of his tongue took in the citrusy sweetness and clean earthy notes of the lingering ginger perhaps there for more than the last hour he had waited to discover what the culinary god tasted like. His eyes danced slowly back and forth over the face still so close to his as he pulled back.

“Did you want me to open this?” His hand squeezed the one beneath his still holding the bottle between them. “Or are you in the mood for something entirely different?”

There was an in sync moment that he found taking place as he shifted at the hips Nearly the same moment that Windsor did. The lean weight of his body on the seat beneath him sought the space to open up. He allowed his thighs to settle a little more to each side putting a little more pressure to the leg resting beside him. It wasn’t to hide anything he had going on beneath some well tailored pants. Archie was the first one prepared to go faster than a speeding bullet past bold and deliver a dose of madness to the man sitting next to him. There was no bottle available to chase away the effects of what he could do if given half a chance. Which it appears he was in fact getting. The distracting jet lag was history. In turn his sharp tongue reluctantly carried the remnants of flavorful reminder that he was no closer to satisfied than he was seconds before. He was working on changing that when a suggestion was offered that he couldn’t resist. His body leaned forward and gave the signal to the driver to pull over.

“It gives me two blocks to come up with something.”

The car slowed and finally stopped. That gave him time to collect his expertly packed single bag of carry on size luggage and draw it close as the door closest to Windsor finally opened. A gust of cool air found the interior of the car and reminded him that time flies as fast as the plane that carried him back to Canada only hours before. The rest of the night hopefully moved so slow that it left an ache there was only one known cure for it’s relief. And he wanted to hear Windsor ask for it in that sinfully low, breathless tone that would be an added heat to the surface of his sleep deprived ear. There were no limits to what he would do to get deep enough to make it happen.

“For being there.” Archie slid the folded bills from his jacket pocket into the driver's hand. It more than covered the planned ride and the time it would take to give another. “Thanks.”

The travel pack was hiked over his shoulder and his shoulders squared back as he got comfortable. With the increased exposure to the Canadian night blanketing over them had Archie eyeing Windsor’s attire. If he needed something to keep warm he could and would provide. A few steps away from the car as it departed left him discovering the city was falling to sleep one twinkling light at a time. No rest was to be had for the wicked. He stepped in a little closer to his partner in the moment and for the cause at hand.

“Lead the way.” His eyes dropped down the man’s back and to his feet then bounced back up quickly to attention. “Fair warning, you can’t leave a man hungry for too long before he takes matters into his own hands.” Something told Archie that it would be the longest two blocks he ever walked in his short life.

It had been a long time since he knew how to do that. Archie was in the sky and tugging a suitcase more than having a full sense of home ever permitted him. A few steps in had the weight of his host’s hand on his *** lifting. The professional critic wondered who was going to hold him in place now that he was free to rise again. While the left corner of his mouth rose with the thought his dark long curls were easily divided with the lift of his hand to brush back what was frequently tucked behind his left ear. The excess of hair that would not have room to stay where it was guided dropped to lounge over the space of his shoulder. He set the bag in his possession at the door so it would be easier to pick up when it was time to do so. Even in the silence so much could be said by bringing it beyond the entry. More than either one of them could be considering given the fact they just met.

Good food, rich liquor and a taste of the other with the undertones of imminent and quite possibly epic sex was still nowhere close to Welcome home. Archie had spent his share of time messing up inviting beds and adventurous heads to know perhaps this one was needing to be handled a little bit differently. The international food connoisseur eyed the dessert not listed on the menu and he felt his gut tighten as soon as their eyes locked. It was powerful.

While the traces of what he would identify as the new and improved flavor of Windsor were swept from his lips he took an assessing look around with minimal steps involved. The place was clean. Neat but comfortable. Welcoming quickly came to mind. It appeared to be far more organized and harmonious in it’s decor and energy than the restaurant they left behind. Then again, he was only inside the doorway. Who knows what surprises waited beyond the eyes reach.

“Nice place.” Archie had two genuine words to offer.

All those feelin’ good vibes had Archie sliding his arms out of his jacket and setting it down on the bag he was intending to abandon at the door. Perhaps one could consider him a little presumptuous but the coolness of the air on his drying lips had him banking on the purposeful steps towards the man who brought him home instead of a take out box full of leftovers. Archie was still hungry, his appetite increasing as he closed the distance between them. He wasn’t needing to make small talk to know what he was getting into or with whom. An impromptu tour of the digs and the drawers full of high end cooking utensils would not offer any more insight to the fact that the man he was aiming for could handle some heat or manage the fire he intentionally started in the back seat of the limo that dropped them off curbside. There was time to learn the chef’s favorite color and song later. Right now he was more than willing to take a guess at the male’s favorite number. By no holds barred physical demonstration of course.

His bold fingers hooked at the base of Windsor’s neck and found the man was standing evenly so their eyes lined up. Equal height had it’s clear advantages. His right hand was about to work at the material that separated them but gave up as his mouth over the one in front of him found the element of surprise could be well received or potentially refused. Either way until the results were in full fruition his hands took the liberty of dropping in unison to cup the *** that fit perfectly with half and half centered in each of his palms. Fingertips known to have many hidden talents hooked just enough to give a slight boost to the weight of Windsor as he pulled him in kissing him deep.

Archie was willing to unwrap what he wanted to get at with all the patience of the saint he would otherwise never be if the occasion called for it. In this case, no. The heat of the first kiss, the fever that it inspired breaking through the cool air between them and the show of promise shared below between them said there was no reason to slow down unless the moment was meant to be lost. He wasn’t looking to earn intimacy points. He wasn’t meeting the one who penned him words of love or the one who knew how to fold his socks before putting them in a jointly invested drawer. At that moment there was only one thing he was striving for. To gain a deeper taste of the man under his busy hands. Over his lips, coating the back of his throat and perhaps in his hair or even a few other random places if he was to wrap up the night satisfied beyond his wildest dreams.

A slow draw in of air filled his lungs as soon as their mouths found the freedom from their slick connection. His eyes bounced from the depths of the dark set fixed on him and sank south. Archie’s focus was tugged down with the fine movements required of his fingers getting the barriers between them out of the way. The current mood that influenced him made taking the time to negotiate the removal of the clothing fastened to Windsor’s body far more tedious than a handful of buttons and a zipper really should be worth. Patience all but tapped was followed by the first sign that he was successful. Archie’s own body where it truly made a statement sprang free then dropped over the ring of elastic that was pulled from his hips and settled all too briefly at his knees along with his pants. His right foot expertly lifted and in a casual pinch between his skilled toes the deed was done and he stepped out of the briefs completely. Now it was time to drop Windor’s.

With the glide of his warm palms between the open waistline and traveling against the smooth skin he stepped in closing the small gap of space that was between their bodies. With the last bit of empty room dissolving with their contact his hands edged his thumbs over the waistband. Windsor was in good hands when the culinary master’s pants formed a pool of warm denim at their feet. Really good hands. One formed a three finger salute marching down the fine path of hair that lead him beyond the toned middle proof that Windsor did keep his appetite healthy and body firm. The other tightened its rear grip on the wealth of bare muscle beneath while his eyes rose to meet those of the man that consumed his current desire. A nudge of his nose beneath Windsor’s chin was followed by the warm tip of his tongue. The lower grip softened into a slow, repeated caress as he leaned his weight forward so that the end of the bed was snug against the back of its owner’s legs. His knee advanced between Windsor’s while he took the liberty of weighing the man down with his insistent kiss and his body until the bed supported them both.