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When their clothes were off, everything was fair game to Windsor. No piece of flesh was off limits, should Archie have changed his mind at the last minute for whatever reason. Not that it seemed like the guy was going anywhere, but if he tried, he would be met with a mild form of protest in a variety of ways by Windsor. Like with his articles, there was nothing disappointing about Archie, and everything he did, just as the guy wrote about a restaurant or a plate of food, was provoking all the senses within Windsor.

They were on the bed in no time, laced up and entwined in the other in a multitude of ways. There wasn't an ounce of Windsor's flesh that didn't try and graze Archie's in some form or another. While Archie might have put Windsor on the bed, there was an equal amount of leading and following on both their parts. As well as giving and receiving. It was clear neither male was without some form of expertise in the bedroom.

Time was forgotten about while in the company of Archie, and when they were finished, Windsor came to rest his back on the headboard of his bed. He glanced over to Archie, cleared his throat and then laughed a little. “Brandy, Windsor or Rum?” It was the only alcohol he had in the place, outside of the bottle of Windsor he had taken from the bar at work. He wasn't a big drinker, and mostly those two types of booze were in his apartment for cooking purposes. He slowly pushed his way out of the larger than life bed, and padded to the open concept bathroom where he grabbed a washcloth and dried off in a sense. Windsor washed his hands, then moved back inside the bedroom, eyes on Archie as he waited for the guy's drink order. When he got it, he moved to the kitchen, displaying what he had to the world given his windows had not a single shred of drapery on them. He poured himself a brandy, then poured Archie's request, and brought two crystal tumblers back into the bedroom. He offered Archie his glass, before Windsor flopped down on the bed next to him, then clanked their glasses together a little. “How long are you in town for?” There was no hint of need in Windsor's voice. It was just a question that might open up another possibility like tonight. If not, then he would probably settle for another taste before Archie went on his way.

Longer was good. Not that Windsor was the clingy needy type. But longer meant some good possibilities between he and Archie. Indefinitely wasn't what he was expecting as an answer, but the rest had his attention. New prospects on many fronts was a good thing for the guy and Windsor was happy for the guy.

An arm draped around Archie's shoulders as Windsor got comfortable and he nodded after taking a drink. "Sure. Who hasn't? I've heard some good and some not so good. Probably more of the last bit than the first. I heard they made a delicious Caprese Chicken roll up, but couldn't do anything with beef. And that their menu was huge. Probably spending more money buying things than making any money. Hand over foot." Windsor commented with a shake of his head.

Windsor watched Archie more or less make himself at home on Windsor's bed, not that he minded. Windsor set his drink down and joined him, looking up at the neutral toned ceiling. "Fresh herbs and produce isn't cheap, and if the menu is as big as I heard it was, they had a little bit of everything to appeal to anyone, but that meant ordering some of this and that and that. Instead of ordering a lot of parsley, or Thyme and skipping out on the dill."

At the confession of not being there yet, Windsor propped himself up on an elbow and let his eyes roam Archie's physique. "That makes two of us. I don't get a lot of time off and I'm particular on what I eat." Windsor grinned a little before shrugging his one shoulder. At the invitation, he sat up and slowly nodded. "Sure. I could size down the menu for it, if you'd like." He could do that for a friend and he hoped that's what they would be by the time the night was finished.

A lot of what Archie was saying was good to hear. His business would be successful if he kept things fresh and local. Add in the idea of keeping the menu simple with a few chicken, beef, fish and exotic choices and he would rise to the top in no time. Windsor had no doubt about that. If it were anyone else, Windsor might be surprised, but Archie had a lot of experience under his belt-not necessarily with running a business, but being familiar with the ins and outs of running a good, top notch kitchen that made profit and delicious food at the same time.

There was contact of Archie's cheek against Windsor's bare arm and he felt goosebumps freckle over his skin. Heavy eyelids glanced down at the pile of curls that graced Archie's head. It reminded him of something wild and almost untamed, the way they laid on his hair. Windsor grinned at that, before he looked up at the ceiling. "I don't. But, it pays the bills." Windsor admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, not yet connecting the dots on where this conversation might be going. "The menu never changes, there's no room for suggestions. Could make anything with my eyes closed in that place. But, money makes the world go round." He didn't want to seem like he was bitching about his place of work too much, or that he was ungrateful for even having a job in his field, so Windsor curbed some of his real thoughts.

When the promise of a benefits package was revealed, Windsor finally put it all together. Archie was offering him a job and then some. His eyes glinted mischievously as a small, subtle smirk etched on the corner of his lips. Both opportunities were alluring and promising in a lot of ways. "Yeah? Maybe we can talk some numbers and finer details later." Windsor suggested before he felt the pull of his bottom lip from Archie.

King. Crown. His own space where he decided the menu. Windsor didn't have to worry about some family member not liking this or that, some person who had him by the balls more times than he'd like. It would be his kitchen. From the people in it doing whatever job he hired them for, to the food he put on the menu, how that food was cooked, to the pots and pans he used day and night. Everything Archie was saying and doing was too good to pass up, but some things could be put on the back burner in Windsor's mind. Like potential career talk.

The leg between both his applied enough pressure to agree with Windsor's thoughts. The hint of taking the crown and being king didn't get wasted. Two hands found a naked shoulder, then slid down Archie's upper arms, before Windsor yanked Archie into his body more. Business could wait, pleasure was always on the menu in Windsor's mind, especially with the delectable morsel in front of him. Their weight shifted on the bed as Windsor tugged Archie between his legs, keeping their lips locked, savoring the taste of the drink Archie had, mixed with the dinner Windsor had made him a handful of hours ago. His hands kept sliding down Archie's arms, to his back, where they came to rest on two golden, firm cheeks that were given a rough squeeze of appreciation, before his hands wandered over parts of Archie in an appreciative fashion, before he took the suggestion of claiming a crown and being king to heart.