"That's it?" Jim said disbelievingly.

"Hey, it's my fantasy," Blair said defensively. "I won it fair and square."

"Your fantasy," Jim said slowly, "is to cook and eat dinner?"

"Not just any dinner."

"Okay. Your fantasy is to cook and eat Indian food?"

Blair thought about it, then nodded.

"But not just any Indian food," he said smugly. "This is a Twelve-Boy Curry."

Jim's eyebrow shot up.

"How'd you fit 'em all in that pot?" he said amusedly. "Besides, it smells just like chicken."

"It IS chicken," Blair said patiently. "It's called a Twelve-Boy Curry because – well, I'll explain it in a bit. First, though, we have to take off our clothes."

Jim's other eyebrow shot up.

"Well, I have to say this is sounding better," he grinned. He pulled off his shirt. "Although there's DEFINITELY not enough room in the pot."

"Yak, yak, yak," Blair said good-naturedly.

"Twelve boys AND yak? It still smells like chicken," Jim chuckled. He pulled off his pants, neatly draping them over the back of the chair, then his boxers. "What now?"

Blair checked the contents of the pot and smiled, taking the pot off the heat.

"Now you go over there and lie down on that blanket," he said, "while I serve up dinner."

Jim chuckled and obeyed. Blair had carefully arranged pillows so his head and shoulders were slightly elevated. Jim squirmed around a little until he was comfortable, reaching down to give his cock a few 'just you wait' strokes. He had no idea what Blair had in mind, but it was bound to be good.

"Okay, babe," he said. "I'm ready to eat if you are."

"Good." Blair walked over carrying a round wooden platter. Curry was heaped on one side, fragrant steaming rice on the other. He carefully set the platter down on the floor, then, to Jim's astonishment, walked back to the kitchen.

"Hey!" Jim protested. This was starting to look like a run-of-the-mill rug picnic, albeit with naked diners. "What's going on here?"

"Hang on, just hang on," Blair said. "Want a beer?"

"Uh – yeah," Jim said cautiously, confused as hell now.

Blair returned with a big tray holding two beers, a pile of napkins, and several tiny bowls. He handed Jim a beer, placed his own beer and the napkins on the blanket, and set the tray down on the coffee table. He picked up one of the little bowls and, to Jim's astonishment, dumped a small pile of chopped peanuts onto the flat hard muscles of Jim's abdomen.

"Um, no offense, Chief, but are we building a sundae now?" Jim asked puzzledly.

"Something like that," Blair said cheerfully. He picked up another tiny bowl.

"Uh, Chief, that's mango chutney," Jim said, more doubtfully. "Watch where you dump that, okay? It's spicy."

"True," Blair admitted. He scraped out the chutney over Jim's navel. Jim shivered as the cold condiment hit his skin.

"How about you tell me what you're doing now?" Jim suggested hopefully.

"Okay." Blair carefully sprinkled toasted coconut around Jim's left nipple. "See, all these little condiments that go with the curry are called 'boys' because originally each condiment was served by a different servant, usually young boys, who stood around with the bowls, see?"

"Yeah . . . " Jim said, still mystified. He shivered again as Blair mounded onion relish in the middle of his chest.

"Well, see, I was watching this Dolph Lundgren movie the other day," Blair said. "And he played this cop who'd been raised in Japan."

"And this is related to Indian food and my naked bod how?"

"Well, see, turns out that in Japan there are these expensive clubs where Japanese men go and pay big bucks to eat sushi off of naked women," Blair said, grinning as he dropped a glop of yogurt raita over Jim's right nipple. Jim almost came up off the blanket, and his cock gained an impossible degree of hardness as it started to get the idea. "So I thought, why should Japanese men get all the fun? And neither of us like sushi, so . . . "

"Oh, yeah?" Jim said, a little breathlessly now. "So, what, you're dining alone tonight?"

"Well, it's MY fantasy, but I had no intention of letting you starve," Blair chuckled, licking his lips suggestively as he decoratively arranged the remaining accompaniments over Jim's body. "See, if you eat curry authentically, curry is definitely – " He scooped up a little rice, a little curry, a few peanuts and a dab of pickled eggplant, then tucked it neatly into Jim's mouth. " – finger food."

"Omigod," Jim groaned, realizing what Blair had in mind. He was a living dinner plate. Then something occurred to him, and he glanced down at his body puzzledly. He grinned. "Hey, Chief, I think you forgot a boy somewhere or another. There's only eleven."

"Yeah, I know," Blair grinned slyly. "See, all these different condiments add different flavors to the curry, and for the life of me I just couldn't find the parTICular flavor I was looking for. So I thought about it and thought about it – and then the inspiration came to me."

He leaned down and suddenly licked the leaking tip of Jim's cock. Jim yelped and almost came up off the floor with surprise. Blair nonchalantly took some rice and curry and tucked it into his mouth.

"Yup," he said serenely. "Just what it needed."

"Oh, shit," Jim groaned as he realized the full evil of Blair's plan, fervently glad it wasn't a SPICY curry. "Chief, I've got to say, I hope you're a real, real fast eater."

"Oh, I don't know," Blair purred, leaning down to lick a bit of tamarind jam from Jim's balls. "I feel like I could just nosh all afternoon."

He offered Jim another bite of curry, but Jim's sense of taste had definitely taken a back seat to his lust as Blair nibbled, licked, lipped and sampled his way over Jim's body. Jim fought hard not to squirm, but he nearly lost it to hysterics when the mental image appeared of him bolting up from the blanket, nuts, coconut, chutneys, relishes and pickles flying in all directions as he upset the curry and seized the chef.

"Mmmmm, I'm getting full," Blair purred. "Such a hearty, meaty dish."

"Oh, no, you're not even CLOSE to full yet," Jim said firmly. "But believe me, you're gonna get there. Now how about I get a taste of that special seasoning, hmmmm?"

"Oh, how selfish of me," Blair grinned. He got up, straddled Jim, and squatted to bring his cock down to the level of Jim's mouth. "I thought you'd never ask."

Jim was well beyond the point of teasing now, although he couldn't resist the temptation to take a mouthful of still-cold beer and swish it around his mouth before he suddenly swallowed Blair's cock whole.

Blair cried out as Jim's icy mouth enveloped him, gradually warming as Jim held Blair's hips, working the aching length in and out of his mouth. To Blair's disappointment, Jim released him two breaths from orgasm.

"Sorry, Chief, got to save the special sauce," Jim chuckled evilly. "Now that we're finished with the appetizers, I'm ready to move on to the main course."

"Mmmm, I take it it's not a vegetarian dish," Blair grinned, magically producing a box of wipes with which he gave Jim's body a cursory cleaning, although he decided to personally clean up the tamarind jam on Jim's balls with his tongue. Jim didn't seem to mind.

"Nope, not even – uhhhh! Chicken," Jim gasped. "All meat, babe, all the time. Something really filling."

"Wow, I don't know if I have room left," Blair teased.

"Well, make room, babe, or you'll insult the chef," Jim returned, glancing around. "Uh, Houston, we have a problem. I kind of doubt you want me to use mango chutney for lube."

Blair grinned and grabbed the one bowl remaining on the tray.

"Ghee," he said simply. "Clarified sweet butter. Didn't want to ruin a theme dinner."

"Mmmm, hot buttered Blair," Jim said, chuckling. "What a fantastic idea."

He situated Blair at the edge of the sofa, half sitting, half reclined. Blair gasped as buttery fingers teased, probed, thrust; then Jim decided he had to sample the wares, and it was Blair's turn to writhe in torment as Jim explored a new taste sensation at some length. Then Blair had to be liberally buttered again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Blair clung to Jim and thought wildly that there was nothing quite so satisfying – or so filling – as good old home cooking.

After nearly an hour of extended foreplay, it wasn't long before they shuddered together, the grip of Blair's legs nearly breaking Jim's back as Jim paid his compliments to the chef – and Blair definitely returned the compliment. With interest.

For a long moment they panted together, exchanging drowsy caresses. Jim kissed Blair's forehead lovingly, then licked his lips.

"Salty," he chuckled breathlessly.

Blair managed a tired grin.

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty well basted," he said. "Inside and out."

"Not to mention stuffed," Jim smiled.

"Definitely stuffed." Blair stroked Jim's sweaty back. "So how did you like my fantasy?"

"Mmmmmm, delicious," Jim admitted, licking the tip of Blair's nose. "But for my turn I want Chinese."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Uh-huh. And next time – "


"Dinner's on you."

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