The Hesitant Blade

Silence. A silence that was broken with the sound of metal slicing through air. It rose higher, higher into said air; a knife, such a blade made for pain. It had cause pain before, and it was about to do it again. Suddenly it plummeted down, down into flesh. A scream sounded through the room’s near silence.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Luca looked up instantly at the cry. A hand had gripped his wrist, and his head now turned to look at its owner. “Oh, it’s you. You frightened me nearly to death, he stated calmly.

The hand belonged to his boyfriend, Serra. His clear, sky blue eyes were filled with worry as he peered down at the flesh the knife was embedded in. “Death? You killed it, muffin. Killed it!”

Luca’s eyes traveled down to it, an eyebrow rising. “I didn’t know you could kill a carrot,” he said somewhat teasingly as a light smirk appeared on his face. “Vegecide, I suppose.”

Serra placed a light kiss on his cheek. “Hun, you know that if you don’t cut them evenly, the smaller ones will burn.”

His boyfriend sighed, rolling his set of hazel eyes. “I can’t cook worth diddely. If it was possible, I’d burn breakfast cereal,” he mumbled.

“Aah, you’re not that bad,” Serra stated. His hand moved off Luca’s wrist and onto his hand instead. “Here,” he said softly. Aiding the male he was dating, the carrot pieces were soon cut evenly and thrown onto a skillet.

Luca smiled as he turned around, slipping the knife to a safe distance as his one hand went to Serra’s shoulder, the other holding himself to the counter. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Perish, wallow in sadness, die a thousand deaths; something like that.” Serra slipped a hand around his love’s waist, drawing him closer as the other matching appendage grabbed lightly onto Luca’s chin to hold it still, allowing him to tilt his head slightly and place a passionate kiss on his lips.

Luca instantly melted into his lover, the one hand staying on his shoulder as the other rested lightly on Serra’s black t-shirt, right above his one pectoral.

Serra pressed more, his one hand going to Luca’s dirt-blonde locks where they met his shoulder. The other part of the pair slipped under the collared, light blue shirt he wore to race across his stomach.

Luca worked his tongue into foreign territory, savoring Serra’s taste. He felt a slight bulge appearing in his bleached blue jeans, and he wasn’t surprised when his hazel eyes caught on a matching one in his love’s black cargo pants. He could feel Serra’s strands of chestnut brown hair tickle his cheeks as he was forced- well, not really forced- downward.

In the end, the carrots ended up burned.