Okay everyone, here is a quick peek into Dale's home life...
"Dale hurried down the hallway and through the living room, following the smells of coffee and something baking in the kitchen...
Grant stood at the end of the center island counter spreading red frosting over the tops of a batch of sugar cookies. Hearts and flowers covered every available surface, the red and white gooey mess filling the air with the scent of warm sugar. The sleeves of Grant's blue sweat suit were pushed up to his elbows, and his forearms were covered in flour and frosting. He even had a red smudge over one eyebrow, and red and white smears covered the front of his shirt.
The sight that met him would have made most people laugh, but in Dale's current mood, the chaos of cookies and candies scattered everywhere only pissed him off more. The almost childlike glee apparent on his lover's face excited his libido anew, which did nothing calm his raging temper.
"What the hell is all this shit?" Dale lifted the corner of the nearest cookie sheet and then dropped it, causing it to fall unceremoniously back onto the counter and sending cookies scattering across the counter and over onto the floor. Grant's hands stilled over the cookies he was working on, and he raised his head, blinking at Dale in surprised confusion for a few seconds before his entire face lit back up in an excited grin. Damn. The man's unaffected joy for living made him seem more like an exuberant teenager than the mature professional he boasted being, and it made Dale feel almost ancient.
"Good morning love! There's a bagel on the table for you, and the coffee will be ready any second." Dale didn't return his smile, and Grant didn't seem to notice. The little blond simply went back to work icing the last few cookies in front of him. "Well, aren't you just a regular Martha Stewart this morning," Dale quipped, turning back to the table to look for his breakfast. It would take more than a few broken cookies to get a rise out his sweet tempered lover, but Dale felt sure he was up to the task.
Reaching the head of the table, Dale yanked the chair out, dragging the legs across the hardwood floor and making a loud screeching sound before dropping heavily into it. "Oh good grief, Grant, what the hell has gotten into you this morning? What is all this shit? "Sitting on the table in front of Dale was a heart shaped bagel covered with pink cream cheese. A bowl of strawberries sat next to the bagel, and two heart-shaped slices of strawberry were placed on top of the bagel, overlapping each other along the edge of the cream cheese heart. Rolling his eyes, Dale shoved the edge of the bagel into his mouth and took a big bite, trying not to moan in appreciation; he was still pissed after all.
Across the room, Grant finished with the cookies and went to the sink to wash up. He didn't bother to respond to Dale's banter; he never did. The change in position of course gave Dale an excellent view of the slender man's back, and when the lithe body leaned over to turn the water on, Dale had to stifle another kind of moan. His arousal returned full force in reaction to Grant's tight backside on display with only a pair of thin sweatpants between his eyes and the prize. Grant shrugged as he rubbed the soap onto his hands and arms, drawing the hem of his shirt up and revealing the smooth, pale skin of his back above the loose waistband, which hung so low on his hips that the crack of his ass peeked out. The vision before him and the images they conjured almost distracted Dale from hearing Grant's sudden, unexpected response.
"Well, I just figured today would be an excellent opportunity to show everyone my appreciation, you know? It's been a long hard winter, and everyone is tired and worn out and cranky. My students have really been working hard this semester, and I don't want to see anyone get discouraged. I just thought it would be nice to make today fun, you know? Give everyone a little positive reinforcement instead of just throwing more deadlines into their schedules." Grant turned around and leaned against the sink behind him, shrugging again and showing off his flat stomach.
Dale groaned and closed his eyes, blocking the sight of Grant's pale skin and the soft blond curls peeking out above his lover's waistband. His hard-on had returned with a vengeance, the zipper of his dress pants digging into the sensitive skin of his shaft and wrapping his balls in an agonizing stranglehold. The discomfort reminded Dale that he had woken up alone and unsatisfied, and his irritation intensified with the news that Grant had abandoned him to make cookies for a bunch of snot-nosed high school dropouts! The fact that he didn't have the time to take care of his current growing problem only made matters worse.
Dale chewed away angrily at his second bite of bagel, trying to settle the mixture of rage and lust that coursed through him. Swallowing the well-chewed mouthful, Dale opened his eyes and glared at his oblivious lover. "You have got to be shitting me. You teach a room full of stupid fuck-ups who didn't have enough brains to graduate high school the first time around. Most of them still don't give a damn, and you thought it would be a good idea to reward them? For what? Last I checked, laziness, ignorance, and stupidity weren't qualities for a person to celebrate."
Grant raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Dale took another huge bite out of his bagel and leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs wide to give his erection more room. Trying to incite Grant's anger kept his blood flowing, and his lover's calm acceptance of his criticism made him even sexier..."