“Will, you got another one.”
Will looked up to see Beverly, his best friend of ten years and co-owner in Graham Landscapes, holding a box labeled “Unique Deliciousness” and blushed as she set it on his desk.
“I’m not opening it.”
She grinned. “He took the time to make you a sexy cookie, or maybe even a cake. You’d better open it so I can eat it like the other ones while I laugh at how uncomfortable you are.”
Unique Deliciousness was and had been the bane of his existence for the last few months. The owner, Hannibal Lecter, had developed something of a crush on him the day he opened up the sexy bakery/sex shop next door and despite Will’s obvious annoyance sent him sexy pastries once a week.
Mostly because when he’d first opened up there was no bakery part of Unique Deliciousness and Will had been so angry getting sex toys as presents that Lecter inexplicably started baking him ass cakes and cookies shaped like cocks.
Hannibal wasn’t subtle, not even a little, and no matter how many times Will said he wasn’t interested he persisted.
Will’s cheeks burned as he opened the pink box and was surprised to see what was inside.
A cookie shaped like a heart with his name on it, beautifully scrawled, and as Will lifted the sweet into his hands he smiled.
“Boring,” Bev sighed, “Just let me—“
He pulled the cookie to his chest. “No! I…I want this one.”
Bev grinned. “Oh?”
“I just…it’s…”
“Did all the cock cookies and butt cakes finally wear you down?”
Will blushed. “Shut up.”
She shook her head. “Nope, not gonna happen. I’ve been desperately hoping for this day for almost four months. Poor Hannibal is so goddamn thirsty every time he sees you I started bringing him coffee in the morning to quench his thirst. Poor thing didn’t quite believe me that the sexy cakes weren’t your thing.”
He blinked. “Wait, what?”
She leaned against his desk. “So I told him to try something else. Looks like he finally listened.”
Will suddenly felt weird. “So you put him up to this?”
“No, no! Don’t you dare backslide into loneliness again, Graham! I told him to be more subtle weeks ago. I didn’t make him give you that.”
He looked at the cookie in his hands. “Oh.”
“You like him, Will. We all know you do. You hardly ever say two words to anyone and just yesterday you bickered with him for almost an hour about serial killers.”
He blushed. “I…I just think the western world idolizes them too much and the mov—-”
Bev put her hands on the table hard. “No. You’re not changing the subject. You might’ve hated him when this all began but you like him. Now eat your pretty cookie and go next door to tell him that while I talk to the hot widow that he sent over here who wants to completely redo her entire backyard.”
Will bit into the cookie and moaned. “Fuck that’s good.”
“It better be,” she joked, “That cookie is made with weeks worth of sexual frustration and pining. Who knows how long Hannibal spent perfecting the taste.”
Will looked down at the cookie again.
“He’s way out of my league. I don’t even understand why he…”
“Newsflash, Will. You’re hot. I know you don’t believe that but you are. Now…what’re you gonna do?”
He looked at her. “I don’t know.”
She sighed. “Yes, you do.”
Will took another bite. The sweet flavor made his tastebuds sing. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down his heart as it beat wildly in his chest.
“Will….”
He opened his eyes again slowly and smiled at her. “If you’re about to say I told you so…”
She grabbed his arm and leaned in smiling. “I told you so,” she said, “But I also told you from the very first sex toy that this one’s a keeper. Go get your man.”
Will took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I…I want to do something first. You know that little bush he keeps outside his store? I….can you keep him occcupied for a while?”
Bev grinned, let go of his arm, and saluted. “I’m on it, Boss.”
He watched her go and still didn’t feel all the ready for this.
Hannibal was…a lot. He wouldn’t fit all that easily into Will’s life, and this whole thing could blow up in both their faces, but as he looked at the half eaten cookie in his hand he knew that it was more than a crush.
No one would spend months trying to woo someone with sexy pastries and sex toys for a crush. You didn’t even do that for just a quick roll in the hay. He opened his desk drawer and blushed at the pile of note cards he’d kept for what felt like forever.
Will had every single card Hannibal had put in with his “gifts” and as he looked into the box he realised that this was the only one that didn’t come with a salacious note.
He let out a long breath.
“Okay.”
The tools he needed wouldn’t be far, and it shouldn’t take too long.
He could do this.
He grabbed his shears, both sizes, and headed outside. The round bush that Hannibal kept in front of his place seemed like a beacon to Will as he made his way toward the little thing. He put the small shears down and began to trim.
The process wouldn’t take too long, all he needed was to—
“Will?”
Will dropped his shears, startled, and glared at Bev who stood behind Hannibal in the store doorway. She held up her hands, looking apologetic.
“I…”
“What are you doing?”
He blushed. “I was…responding to your…cookie.”
Hannibal frowned, stepping back, and stared at the half made heart Will had begun. “You…you’re making a heart?”
He felt like his face was on fire. “Um…yeah.”
Hannibal’s smile made Will’s heart beat faster. “I see,” he said, looking at the bush again, “May I watch?”
Will nodded.
He spent the next half hour painstakingly making the heart, and neither of them noticed when Bev left. Will had a thin sheen of sweat on his brow by the time he finished, and when he felt Hannibal’s hand on his shoulder he shivered.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks,” he said, suddenly nervous, “I…I liked the cookie.”
“I can tell.”
“Hannibal, I—” he began, turning, but was cut off by Hannibal’s mouth touching his.
The feeling of Hannibal’s lips on his own made Will moan and pull him closer.
This was what they should’ve been doing for months.
How stupid had he been?
Will fought to catch his breath when they parted, smiling as he stared into Hannibal’s eyes, and the surprised sweetness he’d seen before was now replaced by the lust he’d seen since the minute they’d met.
“I apologize for my fumbled pursuit of your favor,” Hannibal said, reaching out to touch Wil’s cheek, “I must confess I’ve never felt such an immediate attraction and sending the sex toys seemed appropriate at the time. I had plenty of them, and…”
Will kissed him again, pulling on the red sweater he wore, and when they broke for breath again he felt Hannibal’s hardness against his thigh. “I…I kept them,” he confessed, cheeks flushed, “I kept all of them…and every time I use them I think of you. Hannibal—”
Hannibal turned and pushed Will against the wall outside his store, growling as he kissed him again. Will was shaking, desperate for more,and knew if they continued he’d cum in his pants like a teenager.
Someone cleared their throat and they broke apart, gasping for breath.
Bev was leaning against the heart bush’s flowerpot, her smile so wide Will knew he’d hear about this for the rest of his life. “Unless you boys are cool with being arrested for public indecency, I think you’d best continue this inside. I’m sure Hannibal’s got…plenty…of things in there to last the rest of the afternoon and maybe into tonight. And I’ve cleared your schedule, Will. No need to thank me.”
Will blushed, burying his face into Hannibal’s neck.
“Thank you, Beverly,” Hannibal purred, “We will do just that.”
“Erase any pictures you have on your phone,” Will mumbled, “Or I’m not gonna invite you to the wedding.”
Bev let out a chuckle and held up her phone. “Wedding bells, already? I’ll sacrifice my invite in order to keep this day immortalized on my phone. Have a good time, Will.”
She winked.
He let out a breath against Hannibal’s neck. “That was humiliating.”
“Was it?”
Will lifted his head. “I…”
Hannibal’s fingers brushed along Will’s lips. “Would you be…inclined…so spend the afternoon with me, Will?”
Will licked at his finger. “Yes,” he whispered, “I…fuck yes.”
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