The Kitchen Incident
Wasso sat on the counter and watched Mark bounce around the kitchen cooking dinner for his family. Wasso rolled his eyes as Mark did a ballet turn and danced over to the fridge. It seemed like Wasso had been friends with Mark for his entire life but now, at fifteen, Mark was acting stranger than usual. Wasso didn’t really want to ask why in case the answer had to do with some boy. Wasso would support Mark, no matter what, but that didn’t mean Wasso wanted to hear anything about Mark’s relationships with other boys.
Mark stopped at the stove with a container in his hand, singing along with the music pumping from the kitchen stereo. Mark dumped the contents of the container into the already boiling pot on the stove. “You’re gonna love this Wasso. It’s made with some vegetable that I can’t pronounce but it’s so good.” Mark said with a grin at Wasso.
“Great, you’re feeding me unknown food now. Pretty soon you’ll be feeding me tofu or vegetarian hamburgers.” Wasso said with a sneer.
“Ha! One day I will make you vegetarian hamburgers and you will love them. Just think about it Wasso, stick with me and you’ll get as much free food as you want when I’m rich and famous and the world’s best chef.” Mark laughed.
Wasso grinned at Mark, “Free food; now that, I can agree with. So what are we having for dinner anyways? What did you attempt to make with the mystery vegetable?”
“It’s a stew, almost borsch but not quite. I’ll serve it with fried potatoes and that bread we picked up at the market earlier.” Mark said grabbing a spoon and dipping into the pot, “Here try.”
Mark walked over to where Wasso was sitting on the counter holding a hand below the spoon so it didn’t drip on the floor. Wasso watched in horror as Mark tripped over a toy his younger sister had left on the kitchen floor just as he got in front of Wasso. Wasso tried to dodge the contents of the spoon but Wasso ended up with stew splattered over the front of his jeans.
“Damn it Mark. I just washed these jeans.” Wasso grumbled as he reached for a towel to wipe off the stew.
Mark hurried over to the sink to wet a towel for Wasso, “I’m sorry Wasso. I didn’t see the toy. We can wash your jeans after dinner; I think you still have some clothes in my closet.”
Mark bent over Wasso who was still sitting on the counter and started wiping at the front of Wasso’s jeans.
“Mark, what are you doing?” Wasso demanded, “I can do it myself, stop it.”
“I’m just wiping off the stew Wasso, relax” Mark said.
Mark suddenly realized where the stew had landed on Wasso’s pants. He continued to clean up the mess but felt a blush warm his cheeks. Mark heard something from Wasso and looked up at his friend.
“Did you say something?” Mark asked.
Wasso looked away from Mark and replied with an abrupt, “No.”
Mark continued wiping up the mess but felt a yearning pull in his groin. Shocked at the feeling, Mark stood still for a moment. Mark had never felt such a strong sexual pull for Wasso before. Why did he feel it now? Shaking the thoughts from his head, Mark noticed he had stopped wiping Wasso’s pants and was standing there with his hand on Wasso’s crotch.
Mark felt his blush deepen and was about to apologize to Wasso when he felt a stirring under his hand. Mark looked down at his hand over Wasso’s crotch and felt a hardening. Mark looked up, staring at Wasso with a small smile.
Wasso stared back at Mark. “Mark, what are you doing?” Wasso whispered, “C’mon man. Stop it.”
Mark moved his hand, saw Wasso jump and felt the uncontrollable thrust of Wasso’s hips.
“Shh. It’s okay.” Mark said quietly moving his hand over Wasso’s erection.
“Mark? Stop it. Please.” Wasso asked a bit desperately, “Mark, we can’t do this. Stop.”
“Shh Wasso, it’s ok. It’s me, your best friend. It’s alright.” Mark said as he unzipped Wasso’s jeans.
Wasso reached down and grabbed Mark’s hand. “Why are you doing this Mark?”
“Wasso,” Mark replied shaking his hand loose of Wasso’s grip, “It’ll be just this once. Just this once let me take care of it for you. It’ll be ok.”
Mark reached into Wasso’s pants and grabbed Wasso’s cock. Mark ran his hands up and down Wasso’s cock and bit back a sigh of relief when Wasso accepted it, relaxing on the counter with a quiet moan. Mark didn’t really know what was going on or why he was insisting on this. Mark decided to chalk it up to curiosity mixed with raging hormones.
Mark shifted until he was between Wasso’s knees. A bit afraid to look at Wasso’s face while doing this, Mark continued to move his hands in rhythm along Wasso’s cock. Unable to contain his desire anymore, Mark leaned down and took Wasso’s cock into his mouth.
Wasso gasped as he felt Mark’s mouth close around his mouth. Why was he allowing Mark to do this? Wasso knew he should stop Mark – he should have stopped Mark at the very beginning. Wasso leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. He couldn’t hold back the groans anymore, it just felt too good. Wasso gasped again as Mark released Wasso’s cock only to lick his way up and down a couple times. Wasso knew he shouldn’t, but unable, or unwilling, to restrain himself, Wasso reached up and guided Mark’s mouth back to his cock.
Mark groaned with pleasure as Wasso pushed his mouth into position. Mark greedily opened his mouth and took Wasso’s cock once again. Mark heard the hitch of Wasso’s breathing and matched the movement of his mouth and tongue to the throbbing pulse of Wasso’s cock and the unconscious thrust of Wasso’s hips.
Mark felt Wasso tense up and knew Wasso was about to cum. Mark quickened his movement on Wasso’s cock. Wasso’s cock twitched a couple times right before Mark felt the warm wetness released into his mouth. Mark swallowed and removed his mouth from around Wasso’s cock. Mark continued to use his hands as Wasso shook with the aftershocks. When Wasso’s breath returned to normal, Mark slowly removed his hands from Wasso’s cock, wiped his mouth and took a step back.
Without looking at Wasso, Mark moved over to the sink and started to wash his hands. Mark heard Wasso shifting around behind him and ignored the urge to go over, grab Wasso and kiss him until they started all over again. What had happened was foolish and insane and amazing. Mark knew that it would never happen again.
Mark made his way back to the stove and stirred the pot. Taking a sample with a clean spoon, Mark nodded to himself and added a bit more pepper. Mark pulled the cut-up potatoes out of the fridge, and after draining them, put them on a baking sheet with a bit of spices and put them in the oven to cook.
“Wasso, this is almost ready to eat. Can you go tell Luke to set the table? Don’t let him talk his way out of doing it he knows it’s his turn.” Mark asked still not looking at Wasso.
“Uh. Sure Mark, no problem.” Wasso replied, leaving the kitchen.
***
Wasso was relieved at the excuse to leave the kitchen. When he was out of sight of the kitchen, Wasso stopped and leaned his forehead against the wall. What the hell had they been thinking? The problem, Wasso knew, was that they hadn’t been thinking. They had just reacted. Wasso hoped that he and Mark would be able to forget this ever happened and go back to normal.
Wasso decided the only way to handle this was to pretend it had never happened. Wasso was too afraid that anything else would result in the ruin of their friendship. Wasso couldn’t give Mark anything more than friendship and if he tried to talk to Mark about what had happened between them, Wasso was scared that Mark might ask for more. Wasso loved Mark but knew he’d have to tell Mark no which would destroy their life-long bond. The only thing to do was to pretend it had never happened.
Wasso tapped his forehead against the wall a couple times while pulling himself together then turned to look for Luke.
***
Mark listened to Wasso’s retreating footsteps. Once Wasso was out of sight, Mark leaned against the counter. What the hell had they been thinking? Mark figured the problem was that they hadn’t been thinking. They had just reacted. How the hell was Mark supposed to forget the feel and the taste of Wasso? Mark knew he had to find a way somehow. Mark hoped that, somehow or another, they would be able to forget this had ever happened and go back to normal.
Normal, Mark thought with disdain, normal. Mark knew he wasn’t “normal” but he also knew that there was nothing to change it. Mark knew he had Wasso’s support, no matter how far off Mark was from normal, but would what had just happened destroy their friendship?
Mark knew he had to pretend like this had never happened. Mark could never mention anything to Wasso about it. If he did, he might not have the strength to keep his mouth shut. Mark might just blurt out the only secret he had ever kept from Wasso. No. There was no way Mark could ever admit how much he really loved Wasso. Mark knew that Wasso could only give him friendship, to ask for anything more would destroy the life-long bond between them. The only thing to do was to pretend it had never happened.
Closing his eyes, Mark took a moment to pull himself together. Mark turned back to the stove and managed a smile as Luke came into the kitchen complaining about having to set the table.
Wasso walked into the kitchen after Luke and told Luke to shut it and set the table. After a glare at Wasso, Luke grabbed the dishes and stalked to the dining room. Wasso noticed the stiff way Mark was standing but did the only thing he could – he walked over to Mark, casually propped a hip against the counter and looked into Mark’s eyes.
“So, can I get a taste of the stew?” Wasso asked praying that Mark would play along.
Mark stared at Wasso for a moment then smiled and grabbed a clean spoon. “Sure, here try.” Mark said holding out a spoonful of stew to Wasso.
As Wasso tried the stew, Mark started to slice the bread. Both of them felt a small pang of regret that they couldn’t say what they needed to. What happened hadn’t ruined their friendship but would they ever really be able to forget it? Neither knew the answer but they both knew it was the only thing they could do.