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he wasn’t sure he was adventurous enough to try this diabetic’s nightmare on a breakfast-plate. “You must be a fancy gourmet chef or something.” Ashley tried to say flirtingly, as he picked up his fork and started pushing his lump of crushed Oreos around. What Rick referred to as a drizzle of syrup, Ashley called a flood. The Oreos had absorbed a lot of the syrup, making a soggy, unidentifiable looking mixture. The excess syrup was pooling around the edges of the plate.
    “Shut up and try it.” Rick said sharply, “And if you want more Oreos, they’re in there.” Rick nodded towards his Death Star cookie jar in the center of the table. It was probably the most awesome thing Ashley had ever seen, but he kept that to himself. He didn’t want to nerd-out when he was trying to be coolly confident.
    “I think I have plenty of Oreos for now. I always thought Oreos were the most superior cookie. I mean, you can do so much with them, like lick them, twist them apart, dunk them in a glass of milk, or crumble them and use them to bury French toast. How are the other cookies supposed to compete with that?”
    Rick just gave him a look that clearly said ‘shut up and eat.’ Ashley wasn’t sure if he should be intimidated or impressed with Rick’s ability to communicate so easily without words.
    “I want to try it, I really can’t wait to taste this heavenly looking, um food. It just seems so divine I can’t decide where to start.” Ashley said, doing his best to make his words sound like they were sweeter than honey.
    “Start by putting it in your mouth.” Rick stated dryly. Ashley decided he needed to work on his sweet voice.
    “I’d like to put something else in my mouth,” Ashley gave Rick a sly grin, running his tongue piercing across his bottom lip. Ashley remembered the real reason he was there, and he was a little surprised the strange food almost made him forget. “I think I might be more in the mood for sausage.”
    “I thought that lame line was reserved for pizza delivery guys.” Rick said before taking a big bite of what looked like dirt piled on his fork.
    “I don’t know who delivers your pizzas, but I have yet to see a delivery guy worth using a line on. And if I did, I’d probably use ‘nice shoes, lets fuck,’ since they’re on a schedule and don’t have time for subtle flirting.”
    “I don’t think you have any idea how to be subtle.” Rick retorted with a teasing smile.
    “You’ve known me for like an hour. You lack the necessary time required to make an assumption like that.” Ashley stated factually, but unable to hide his own smile. He didn’t think Rick believed him.
    Rick simply raised his eyebrow, clearly asking ‘who’re you trying to fool?’ Ashley figured it was best to just eat and get it over with. It couldn’t taste that bad. Then, he could get Rick fully naked and have some fun, assuming he didn’t get sick from breakfast. Ashley scooped up a small bite and quickly ate it. He’d never seen pig slop before, but he imagined it was probably about the same texture as this. Nevertheless, it didn’t taste too bad, just very sweet and a bit odd. It was something he couldn’t really describe, and if asked, he would just tell people to try it themselves.
    The loud, sensual moan he released as he slowly pulled his fork from his closed lips was just for Rick. “No one makes sounds like that when they eat,” Rick said unfazed by Ashley’s attempt to sound sexually enticing.
    “It was the thought of having my mouth stuffed full of something else that had me moaning.” He winked at Rick. Then he scooped up another bite and moaned even louder as he gradually pulled the fork from between his lips. His next bite he made sure had extra syrup that he accidentally let drip on his chest, “Oopsie, it looks like I made a mess.” Ashley used his finger to scoop up some of the syrup. Making eye contact with Rick, he smoothly sucked his finger into his mouth. He knew he