Breakfast

Mikaella

Once she’d showered and dressed in a t-shirt and short-shorts, Mikaella went to Alkim’s door, intending to get his version of last night’s events.

She never reached it. Instead, her nose picked up two very alluring scents: something cooking, and Alkim. Mikaella’s stomach rumbled at the promise of a meal, and she went straight to the kitchen.

There he was, cooking over a hot stove, in a tank top that showed off his muscles.

Alkim must have heard her walk in because he turned to greet her, “Morning, sunshine. Have a seat, breakfast is almost ready. I’m making spam and eggs.”

Mikaella’s stomach growled again.

“Oh, there’s rice too.” He pointed to the rice cooker, steam still streaming from the vents.

Fuuuuuck, that’s just what I need.

Mikaella was famished, famished like a growing teenager that had to wait for the free school breakfast. She grabbed a plate and piled on the carbs. It was a lot more than her mom would have approved of, but her mom wasn’t here, and she was far too hungry to care about her normally-strict calorie limits.

“I forgot, what’s the Tagalog name for this meal? Spam, eggs, and rice?”

“Spamsilog,” she supplied, taking her seat at the kitchen table.

“That’s it! Knew it had the word ‘spam’ in it.”

Alkim had already set out a fork, knife, and an ice cold glass of orange juice for her. Plus another placemat for himself. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“I wanted to! Consider it a thank you for last night. I had a great time.”

“Right. Um, about last night-”

“Hold that thought!” Alkim brought the sizzling pan to the table, “How much did you want?”

“Ooo, two of each, thanks.” He supplied her with two pieces of spam and two eggs, cooked sunny side up. Mikaella didn’t miss the fine rippling of his muscular arms, as he precisely cut and lifted each egg with the spatula, keeping every yolk intact. He took twice as much food for himself, and placed the remainder on an empty plate in the center of the table.

Big man, big appetite.

She felt a lot less self-conscious about having a big meal after seeing him easily eclipse her binging.

Mikaella inspected her breakfast, testing it with her fork. Both the spam and eggs were cooked for the perfect length of time, with the egg yolks almost completely uncooked, and the spam fried golden brown on the outside. Not too crispy, not too soft. Even the rice was perfectly fluffy. Her mom almost always used too much or too little water, and Mikaella wasn’t much better herself.

Un-fucking-believable. Has any boy ever cooked me breakfast before?

She’d entirely forgotten that she was supposed to be mad about him putting her to bed with cum on her face.

Mikaella dug in, spreading runny egg yolk all over her rice and spam, and forked up a portion of egg spam and rice together. She took a bite.

“How is it?” he asked, watching her reaction.

It’s so fucking delicious! Alkim was definitely a better cook than Mikaella’s mom. The famished girl ate several mouthfuls before she realized that he was still waiting on her verdict.

“It’s really yummy.” She answered, still chewing, unconcerned with her unladylike behavior. In what felt like no time at all she had cleared most of the plate.

Goddamn am I hungry this morning.

Alkim didn’t seem to mind anyway, smiling at her gusto. “Glad you liked it. I just kind of assumed you would, stereotypes and whatnot. Plus, this is probably the only Filipino dish I know how to make, unless you count spam musubi, but I’m pretty sure that’s Japanese-Hawaiian. If you want, I can always learn more Filipino dishes, if you have any to teach me.”

That’s so fucking sweet of him. “I don’t actually know how to make any of those.” Mikaella took forkfuls between sentences. “My mom was not a good cook, and she wasn’t always around to teach me.” Or just feed me.

Mikaella finished off her portion, grabbing seconds without hesitation.

“That’s alright. I can look them up online. Next time you’re craving some homemade Filipino food I’ll try out a new recipe.” She was definitely planning on taking him up on that, testing the limits of his culinary skills.

Alkim started eating his own breakfast, effortlessly keeping pace with the much smaller woman. After a minute or so he remembered that he’d interrupted her question earlier, “Oh, right, you wanted to say something about last night?”

Full at last, Mikaella put down her fork and knife, and washed her mouth out with her orange juice. She was embarrassed to ask him, but she had to find out. “Umm, yeah. My memory’s a bit fuzzy… can you tell me what happened?”

“Sure, what’s the last thing you remember?”

“Well… I remember we did shots, then we made out, and then I…”

Do I really want to say this in the kitchen, where anyone could walk in? Or where that bitch, Hannah, could overhear?

He must have noticed her hesitation, because he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and tilted his head in the direction of his room. “Wanna finish this conversation somewhere more… private?”

Mikaella nodded and followed Alkim to his bedroom. He waved her in, shut the door behind them, and sat down on the bed. She took the spot next to him.

Then the smell hit her all over again. It was his smell; manly and reassuring. The entire room reeked of it, and the vapors went right to her head.

Mikaella’s mind and body lit up with phantom sensations of the most energetic fellatio. She felt the indentation of his slit, tasted his delicious precum on the tip of her tongue, felt the ache in her cheeks from sucking his cock with all her strength. Where Mikaella touched her cheek she felt an almost feverish heat radiating through her palm.

She didn’t need a hand to feel the heat between her legs. This wasn’t her imagination, it was memory.

“I gave you a blowjob on the couch, didn’t I?” Mikaella blurted out, unable to contain the memories that his scent brought to the forefront of her mind.

Alkim grinned. “Yeah, you were incredible, the best. A fucking consummate professional. Completely blew me away, pun not intended.”

God, I really did, didn’t I? She practically levitated from his praise. She remembered putting her whole body into that blowjob, and when she’d almost choked herself trying to deepthroat… Was that when I lost consciousness?

“Did… did I pass out trying to deepthroat you?”

“No. For a minute I was worried you would, but I pulled you up by your ponytail until you could breathe again.”

Well, that’s embarrassing, being so eager to please some guy that you almost choked yourself to **** trying to suck him off.

He continued, “You actually passed out right on the finish line. Right when I was cumming, you swallowed most of it, but you were shaking like…well, like you were cumming with me.”

Holy shit! Symbiosis!

So it wasn’t all just in her dream. She felt a tremor run through her.

“Do you ever get spasms or anything when you cum?”

“No?” She still couldn’t remember ever cumming as hard as Alkim was describing, but it sounded amazing.

“Well… you did last night. Like, you thrashed around a bit, then you screamed, and in the process your mouth came off my dick… Apparently I wasn’t done yet, because after you popped off, I popped off one more time myself all over your face. I think that’s when you passed out, but it was a minute before I realized you were asleep, because you never actually stopped licking me. Then, all of the sudden I heard Hannah open her door.”

“Ugh, that bitch!” Mikaella already fucking hated that blonde bitch for being so relentlessly mean, condescending, and being a lying-bitch-thief that stole her hairbrush. Now, she could add cockblocking to Hannah’s ledger. I’ll have to pay her back, some day. If only Hannah had something worth stealing back.

“Yeah, so I kinda rushed you off to bed so Hannah wouldn’t see what we did on the couch. I’m really sorry for not cleaning off your face, but I got sidetracked cleaning the evidence off the couch, and I crashed right after that.”

Oh. So Alkim did forget to clean me, but it was because he was trying to protect my reputation. How sweet of him!

“Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t have wanted her to see me like that either. Ugh, we shouldn’t have done that in the living room, I don’t know what I was thinking!”

Alkim laughed, warmly, “Well, I sure as hell wasn’t thinking at all about the consequences right then,” he placed one manly hand on her thigh, “I was completely sucked into your performance.” He winked.

Mikaella shouldn’t have found that flattering, shouldn’t have just let him put his hands wherever he wanted at ten in the morning, yet she did. Somehow, crude as Alkim was being, every word out of his mouth managed to improve her mood.

“God, Mikaella, I still can’t get over just how much you made me cum. It was so much more than I’ve ever shot off at once. It was, like, ten orgasms. I don’t know what you did to me, but it must have put my balls into overdrive. I’m honestly surprised I wasn’t the one to pass out from dehydration, felt like I was cumming for almost a solid minute.”

Oh my goooood!

This morning she had been disgusted by the sight of cum on her face. Now she couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to taste him again, to be showered in his essence completely. A minute-long-cumshot sounded so, soooo fucking delicious. She didn’t notice until a bit of drool escaped from the corners of her mouth that her salivary glands had kicked into overdrive. She pretended to cough and wiped the drool away with her elbow, and swallowed the rest.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Mhmm!” What the fuck is wrong with me? I need one of those sucky-thingies that dentists use.

“Honestly, Mikaella, I was kinda worried after that. Guys don’t just cum like that, right? I mean, have you ever seen something like that before?”

“No.” But I’d sure like to.

“Like, what if there's something medically wrong with me, my glands, my balls? Or was I just backed up? Is this gonna happen again? I have no fucking idea!” Alkim groaned, threw up his hands, and fell backward onto his mattress. “This isn’t the kind of thing you can just WebMD.”

Mikaella hadn’t thought about it until then—she was too busy thinking about getting bukkaked—but that had to be a pretty alarming thing for a guy to suddenly cum ten times as much. She scooted up the bed until she was looking down at his face. He looked genuinely upset, and she felt a pang of sympathy hit her, or maybe several pangs.

Poor guy! I should cheer him up.

Mikaella bit her lip.

“Do-do you want me to help? Help you find out, I mean, if it’ll happen again?”

His eyes went wide at her suggestion.

Oh my god! Why did I say that? He’s gonna think I’m such a fucking slut!

“Never mind, forget I said anything!”

Embarrassed beyond words, Mikaella turned away from him, and wrapped her arms around her head, trying to make herself small. But Alkim was too nice to leave her all embarrassed. Instead, he wrapped one arm around her body, pulled her tightly against his chest, and gently, yet firmly pushed her chin up till they were face to face. Then he brushed a tear from her eyes.

“You’d really do that, for me?” he asked.

She nodded immediately. He smiled his perfect smile down at her—bless his dentist-parents!—and tenderly kissed her on the lips.

That single kiss was a rolling stone that set off an avalanche of emotions.

Mikaella had only been dating middle-aged men as a means of survival for the last two years. Ever since she’d graduated high school, she’d followed her mother’s advice. “It’s better to be the toy of an old man than the **** of a young man.”

What a load of bullshit!

Mikaella forgot what it felt like to have butterflies in her stomach, forgot how good it felt to be held by someone she was actually attracted to. When was the last time she’d actually kissed a man because she’d wanted to? When was the last time she’d had such tight, strong hands and her waist? When was the last time she’d gotten wet from hands that weren't hers?

Two years of sterile, contractual sex with sad, old geezers. Sure those old fuckers paid her, but did they ever make her fucking spam and eggs in the morning. This wasn't a transaction, it was mutual attraction.

God, how he attracted her. The longer the kiss went on the more her face pressed into his. But Alkim pulled back, and she almost gasped at the sudden loss of contact.

Jesus, I’m fucking losing it here.

He smiled, flashing his perfect teeth, and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d love that. You’re a very generous person, Mikaella, truly. I’m really glad we’re housemates”

“Me too,” she sighed, almost high from just a taste of him.

The moment was ruined when someone knocked on Alkim’s door.

“Fuck, gotta get that lock fixed.” He sprang up from the bed, opened his door, and stepped out into the hallway. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” he said, shutting the door behind him. Mikaella could just barely make out him saying “Hey, Kate, what’s up?”

Fuck! Kate again? The titty monster was once again hogging Alkim’s limited attention span.

Mikaella sighed in frustration and fell back against the bed. Once again her nose was assaulted by that heady Alkim smell, but even more powerfully this time. She inhaled slowly, taking it all in. She felt so relaxed, and no longer saw the point in being jealous of her lesbian housemate. Well, at least she’ll have him hard for me when he gets back.

Alkim should try bottling this scent. He could call it Stud Fauxs.

She giggled at the thought, and felt her skin flush again with heat, like the warm glow from a stiff drink.

He could charge whatever he wanted so long as I got to feel like this. She wondered why he bothered with antiperspirants when his perspirants smelled this damn good, and resolved to get him to stop.

Mikaella realized that she should get herself ready for him. She tied her hair back, both to keep her face clear, and in case Alkim wanted something to hold onto. Then, she used her phone camera to check her appearance, and, despite her lack of preparation, she looked pretty good. An hour ago she’d been concerned with the darker skin around her eyes, but now she started to appreciate the effect. After all, it was just a slightly faded version of the same face she spent a half hour on yesterday, and it was still sexier than no-makeup. Wasn’t that the dream; not having to stand in front of the mirror and summon the dexterity of a calligrapher for thirty minutes every time she wanted to impress some guy? Plus, makeup was fucking expensive, and right now Mikaella was in savings mode until she found some income.

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