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“Andrew?”
Andrew looked up from his book and turned around in his seat on the sofa, a blanket over his lap. “Yes, Morel?” “Uh…” Morel started fiddling with his hands and looked off to the side from the doorway. “Um… I was wondering if you’d like to do um… that same thing we did last night?”
It was midday when Morel had woken up in his own bed, the sheets disturbed and the Guide’s own bed cold, with the duvet more-or-less tidy. At first, he thought the warm breaths, the shuffle of clothes, the heartbeat of another was just a dream until he spotted the discarded condom in the bin and Andrew’s night clothes in the hamper.
Andrew smiled from the sofa, a little shyly. “Oh, yeah. Sure buddy. Do you want to uh… to come over here, then?” Andrew patted the seat next to him. Morel started a hurried pace and plopped down onto the seat next to Andrew.
A coffee table was in front of them, and another sofa was just across the room. A fireplace, lit, was crackling between the two sofas and a mirror was hung above the mantle.
“Quite warm,” Morel stated after a moment of silence. “Yeah… sorry. You know how cold I get here,” “It’s fine, I’ll live.” Morel turned to Andrew and Andrew smiled up to the other, placing his book on the coffee table, but not before he tucked his brown card bookmark snugly inside.
“So… do you have any ideas?” Andrew asked, taking the cream-coloured, fuzzy blanket off from his lap and placing it onto the arm rest. “Ideas?” Morel asked. He hadn’t thought of anything he particularly wanted to do… he didn’t know he had to plan anything beforehand.
“Yeah. Just things you want to do or how to explore each other.” Andrew said, kind eyes boring into Morel’s own eye. It made Morel feel even more nervous. “Or… I have an idea… can you uh…” the Guide chuckled shyly, “can you erm… get like… ready?” he said, nodding to Morel’s crotch.
Morel hastily nodded and let a hand go down to the slit at his crotch. There was already a slight bulge from his excitement. He pressed his two fingers and rubbed until the very tip of his dick emerged slowly, unsheathing itself. It came out fully, glowing a deep blue. “I’ll go get a condom… I don’t want a fungal infection, no offence.” Morel nodded, confused on what the Guide was planning.
Andrew walked towards the staircase and hiked up it quickly, then coming down after about a minute with a pink packet in his hand. He sat back down next to Morel and began taking off his autumn-shaded jumper, placing it neatly on top of his blanket. He started to unbutton his sage green shirt underneath, revealing his torso, then his stomach. He then started on his jeans and boxers, wriggling out of them and just placing them on the floor.
“Wow. You’re- I- we’re both naked.” Said Morel matter-of-factly. “Yeah,” Andrew laughed, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Can I touch you?” Morel asked and Andrew nodded in response.
Andrew hissed at the Truffle’s cold mitts tracing over his chest and stomach, and scooted over to the other side of the sofa so he was at least a little bit closer to the fire’s warmth.
“I didn’t know you’d have hair almost everywhere,” Morel said, his hands feeling the sparse hair on Andrew’s stomach. “Yeah,” Andrew smiled, “I have less than most, to be honest.”
Morel looked up to look Andrew in the eyes. “You have a bit on your chin, too.” “Yeah, that’s called stubble.” Morel’s blue eye started deeply into Andrew’s olive green ones, until Andrew coughed awkwardly. “Wanna do something, now?” he asked.
Morel quickly nodded and sat back to his seat, hands withdrawing from Andrew’s face. “So…” Andrew sat down onto the floor in front of Morel, looking up at the mushroom and snaking his hands around Morel’s tentacle penis.
“I’ll just… slip this condom on real quick…” Andrew took the condom which he earlier placed on the coffee table and ripped it open, sliding it downwards over the Truffle’s cock. Andrew took two of his fingers and rubbed at the shaft of Morel’s dick like he did last night.
Morel’s eye fluttered closed and he grunted quietly in pleasure. He then opened it again, staring down at Andrew. Andrew opened his mouth and then closed it around Morel’s length, lips wrapping around him.
“AH!” Morel stood up quickly, falling over the back of the sofa and landing on the floor, scurrying away, still staring at the back of the sofa, eye wide with fright. Andrew’s head quickly popped up and he looked down at Morel, then he walked around the sofa quickly to sit down next to his roommate.
Morel tucked himself up into the foetus position and hid his face in his hands, whining and whimpering. “Morel?” Andrew asked, dropping down to Morel’s side and putting his left hand on the Truffle’s back, rubbing it slowly. “Get away from me!” Morel choked out and Andrew withdrew his hand, moving about a foot away from Morel.
“What’s… Morel what’s wrong?” Andrew said, voice ladened with concern and worry and a bit of hurt. “You tried to eat me!” Morel yelled, looked up from his knees to Andrew, tears threatening to fall from his eye.
“What? No, I’d never Morel. I should’ve warned you about what I was going to do. It’s something that humans do… I’m sorry Morel.” Morel continued sobbing and letting out chocked cries of betrayal, his hands quivering and his breathing uneven.
“Morel, it’s ok. I’m not going to eat you. You’re safe here.” Andrew said slowly and soothingly. Morel continued wailing, tears falling into his lap. “You need to breathe slowly, ok? In and out, in and out,” Morel was still breathing shakily, but starting to gulp in air and snivelling, sobbing much less. “In and out, in and out,” Andrew continued, tentatively placing his hand on Morel’s knee. Morel breathed ruggedly, whining breaths escaping his throat, but he wasn’t crying anymore.
“That’s good. It’s ok, Morel.” Morel nodded and then looked to Andrew again, his face streaked with tears. “I’m sorry for not trusting you,” he murmured, voice still weak. “It’s fine. Come here.” Andrew outstretched his arms and Morel practically dived in, gripping Andrew’s shoulders and burying his face in Andrew’s hair.
“The um… the condom.” Morel said after a while. “What about it?” “It’s inside me… when my dick like… went back in….” Andrew’s eyes widened and he looked at Morel’s face, then downwards to his crotch. “Can you uh… can you get it out?” “Yeah… it’s just uncomfortable when I do.” Morel’s fingers dove in and he grunted awkwardly until the condom came out from his sheath. Morel threw it, aiming for a wicker bin nearby and missed. He huffed, annoyed.
“I’ll get it,” said Andrew, moving and putting it in the bin, then turning back to Morel. “Do you want to see what I eat? Because it’s definitely not mushrooms.” Morel nodded and Andrew got up, smiling kindly and putting his clothes back on.
*
“Uhh… ok. Can you use this,” Andrew handed a stick of butter, unused and wrapped up in green foil, into Morel’s mitts, “and rub it around these two,” he nodded to two sandwich tins, metal and matt. Morel nodded and unwrapped the stick of butter, giving it a nervous sniff, then proceeded to go by Andrew’s orders as Andrew crossed the kitchen and set the oven to 350°F.
“Alright…” Andrew walked back to the table and took a mixing bowl and a butter knife, which he had previously set out. He placed the bowl on a set of scale and pressed ‘tare’. “Now can you cut off chunks of this butter until it says one hundred and fifty grams? Grams is the little g.” He asked Morel and Morel nodded, taking a hold of the knife and starting to slice the bits of butter down into the bowl. Andrew turned to the fridge behind him and took out a box of eggs, taking three and placing them into another bowl he took out from a cabinet, pale green. He started to crack the eggs, letting them fall down with both the yolk and the albumen. He took out a fork and began to beat them quickly.
“Andrew? It says one hundred and fifty grams, what should I do now?” Morel asked from behind Andrew, turning around with the bowl in hand. “Pop it in the microwave for about fifteen seconds. It should be softened by then, but not melted.” Morel nodded and walked over to the microwave, opening it and placing the bowl inside, then looking closely to the settings, until he pressed down three buttons and the noise of the working microwave began to whir.
Andrew finished beating the eggs right when the microwave beeped. Morel opened it and took out the bowl, looking at Andrew. “What do I do now?” “Place them back on the scales and press tare afterwards, then start to add the sugar – that orangey yellow packet – into the bowl until it says one hundred and fifty grams again.” Andrew walked back to the table, placing the bowl of eggs down onto a coaster and looking at the next step in the cook book and then grabbing yet another bowl from the table. Morel announced that he had the scales say one hundred and fifty and Andrew smiled, taking the mixing bowl off of the scales and replacing it with the bowl he had just grabbed and pressing tare.
“Alright, now you need to take these eggs,” Andrew moved the light green bowl of eggs closer to Morel’s side of the table, “and gradually put them in the butter and sugar mixture little by little, while mixing, is that ok?” Morel nodded nervously and took the wooden spoon by his side and mixing the light yellow fusion in the mixing bowl slowly.
Andrew took a red packet of plain flour and began to shake the thick, white powder into the bowl, flour clouds puffing up into his face. He wiped his face on his sleeve and realised he’d gone a little over. He placed the bag down and took a small handful of the flour out and back into the package until the scales said one hundred and fifty again.
He then took a measuring spoon set out and unstacked them, looking for the one-and-a-half-teaspoon. He found it and opened a light pink tub of baking power, a brown silhouette of a cupcake on its side. He dug his spoon in and let the baking powder fall into the bowl of flour.
He looked at the mixture Morel was mixing, and seeing it still had some lumps and uneven bits, took a hold of the wooden spoon. Morel looked down at Andrew, surprised. “Why don’t you try mixing that bowl over there?” He asked, gesturing towards the bowl of flour and baking powder. Morel nodded and took a tablespoon from the breakfast table and began to mix it.
Andrew beat some lumps and eventually had a completely smooth, pale yellow mixture. He looked back a Morel and then said, “We should really sift that into here, but every time I’ve made a cake I’ve never sifted it and it always came out fine so we’ll just not bother. Can you pour that into here and then I’ll mix it all together.”
Morel nodded and took a hold of the bowl, tipping it slowly into the fusion as Andrew stirred it, making it as smooth as possible. The mixture paled once Morel had emptied the flour and baking powder bowl and Andrew had mixed it all well.
“Alright…” Andrew said, looking at the mixture and doing one final stir around the sides to see if he had missed any clumps of flour. “Now we can pour this into those two pans,” he nodded towards the sandwich tins. “Can you pass me that silicone spatula? It makes it easier to get the most of this,” Andrew shook the bowl slightly, “into the pans.” Morel leaned over the table and got the spatula, handing it to Andrew.
“Perfect!” He said, before transferring the mixture into the pans evenly, getting the last bits of cake mix and then flatting it so it was level. “Right!” Andrew exclaimed. “Now I just have to get these two in the oven and we’ll wait for about twenty to twenty five minutes until they’re cooked. About ten minutes from then we can start decorating!” He said, smiling towards Morel as he begun to place oven mitts on. “You can eat some of the left over cake mixture I didn’t quite get in these pans if you want. It’s pretty good.” Morel nodded and pulled up a chair, which screeched along the kitchen floor. Morel cringed and sat down, taking the spatula and tentatively licking it.
Morel hummed contently as a sweet taste filled his mouth. Perhaps human food wasn’t so bad.