Love sees through all differences and no matter what the situation it can strike the heart of any soul at any given time.
Simple delicacies like donuts and coffee can bring two people together no matter what their differences and when love comes into play, it can make for a very satisfying experience.
In these two stories, Cupid shoots his arrows at four men, drawing them to one another through chance encounters that instantly grow into something more.
Time to Make the Donuts
Blurb: Christopher Wettlon has inherited his grandfather’s Donuts to Go shop. He’s young, degreed, pretty well off, but still there is something missing from his life.
Enter Andre Bentley who seems to have everything going for him and Chris notices this right away. The two exchange smiles when Andre walks into his shop, but little does Christopher know Andre is out for more than his fresh, strawberry creams.
The two men are getting along well until Chris confronts Andre about his job, but instead of getting overly upset, Christopher makes his new man “work” to gain back his trust.
Once the romantic movie moment between them ended, Andre and Chris made their way into the Mexican restaurant close to Belmont. Though Andre was hungry, he wouldn’t have minded staying in the car with Chris to move everything along a little faster. The sparks flying between him did nothing but spur him on. He would’ve loved to explore those emotions further.
Andre opened the door for Chris, then walked inside himself. The restaurant looked to be packed with people from one end to the other. “Looks like everyone had the same idea.”
“They don’t take reservations, but I know the owner, so I called him ahead to ask for a table to be reserved.”
“Ah, thinking ahead, I like that in you.” Andre squeezed Chris’s shoulder and patted it.
“I thought so. They’re always crowded, especially in the summertime. I used to come in here a lot with my buddies in college.”
Chris talked to the hostess, and she led the both of them through the restaurant to the other side.
Small tables along with long ones cluttered the room, leaving not too much space to walk. Spanish murals covered the walls and televisions showing soccer as well as Hispanic television shows. The smells of freshly cooked spicy meats filled the room, making Andre wonder what took him so long to eat there.
No one to do it with?
In truth, Andre hadn’t spent that much time in Lakeview. Born and raised on the south side of Chicago, he rarely traveled that much farther than Lincoln Park. Other than that, Andre didn’t normally dine at places like this. Being a personal assistant, he was used to places in the downtown area with higher-priced, small portions.
After the hostess seated them, Andre picked up the menu, perusing all the choices. Everything sounded delightful, and because he’d skipped lunch, he wanted something with a variety of menu items.
“The burritos are really good. I usually do the veggie, but I believe I’ll actually have steak tonight.”
“Hmm, that could be taken a variety of ways, Chris. Could that mean you’re in the mood for something meaty?”
Chris appeared flushed from that comment. He dropped his gaze again. “Oh, you are really laying it on thick, aren’t you?”
“Why wouldn’t I? There’s no secret what’s going on between us here.” Andre reached across the table and held out his hand.
Chris placed his hand on top and nodded. “I know, I just worry…”
“If we’re going too fast? Do you want me to slow down?”
“No, I don’t. It’s just… God, you know how you needlessly worry about stuff and make things more difficult? That’s me in a nutshell. I always overthink things instead of just going with the flow.”
“I do, and it’s okay. We’re in the feeling-out stage and that’s fine. Contrary to my pushiness, I’m a very patient man. It’s just… when I see someone I really want to have a connection with, I jump at it.”
“Like sleeping with someone when you hardly know them?” Chris jumped in, then looked away. “I’m sorry, that was kind of harsh.”
“No, no, not at all. You have every right to be questioning it.” Andre already knew what Chris was thinking. He never worried about this sort of thing, but he had experienced it with a couple of his former partners.
Chris looked sheepishly at him and squeezed his hand back.
“Um, yeah, I… I’m sorry. It’s been so dang long since I was involved with someone.”
“I don’t know why. You’re a hot guy.”
“Well, thanks, but I don’t open the door to just anyone. Contrary to what people think about gay men, I’m not an easy lay.”
“No one thinks that. I certainly don’t, but sometimes you just feel something, you know? I’m attracted to you, and I’m not just saying that so I can get in those tight pants of yours.”
“Oh, so you want to wear them.” Chris laughed and tapped his hand on top of Andre’s. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist that. I haven’t had any drinks and already I’m making lame jokes.”
Andre laughed and took Chris’s hand. “So, the margaritas don’t give you a sharp tongue?”
“Oh, I don’t know. When I’ve had a large one, I’m usually pretty mellowed out. If I have more than one, I might be ready for bed.”