[Klayko]

Herek was more than willing to let Mason help him out in any form. After all, they both would be eating the same thing.

“I have to dump all of this,” he said when motioning towards the hot mix of Alfredo, Spinach, Chicken, crushed bacon, parsley, mushrooms and minced garlic. “Inside of this other pot while its nice and hot, else it won’t go over so well. I normally wouldn’t mind doing it on my own, but then I gave it some heavy thought.”

When he said heavy, he pointed towards his belly and chuckled. He was asking Mason as a result to pour the hot concoction inside as a result and Herek would stir it together. He smiled at Mason referring to a bit of uselessness in the kitchen. He retorted with “Well, stick around me kiddo. I’m sure I can rub off on you.”

Herek was only older than him by seven years, but it was a playful tease with just a little hint of seriousness. He really didn’t mind showing Mason around the kitchen or two. After all, he did joke around with those who stayed in dorms before, saying that noodles certainly wasn’t a way to get around. Herek continued stirring and only turned to point Mason in the direction of where the wine was at. Once more, he saw them without a doubt. Mason’s underwear, that is. Mason was adjusting himself for them not to be seen as much, which made Herek smirk to himself.

“Once this is set, I’d say maybe five minutes to go before the Parmesan in it fully settles.”

With gloves, he pulled the baking desert out the oven and let it settle on the counter. Herek took his robe off, revealing a black T-Shirt, Blue Jeans without a belt and black socks. He walked towards the dining table, where he saw Mason reserve a casual dislike for wine.

“I could never get into whine myself,” he explained. “I may drink the sweeter kind of it than the dry. Doesn’t make my face cringe, but my mother likes it for some reason.”

His family was another subject Mason brought up and he nodded. “Yea, they worry, but when I first came to school here years ago, they knew I needed to go somewhere better than Brasil. Some of the living conditions there makes a shanty town in a third world country pale in comparison. Afterwards, whenever I had to travel overseas again, they gave their best regards and of course, mother sends me wine. She doesn’t know of my condition though. They’re not exactly keen on two men fooling around, as they put it and I wasn’t keen on letting these little boys inside of me get taken out by a vacuum. They’re going great otherwise though.”

Mason now knew some things of why Herek was there. He was cut off by the alarm timer going off, which made him smile and rise up from the chair.

“Dinner’s ready,” he exclaimed. Herek never once brought up if Mason knew certain sophistication or not. It never was his place to say. He wanted to see someone in the best and worst way possible, after all. That was how any relationship, from friends, family to possibly courting lovers worked. As a result, Herek only grabbed two bowls, forks and small saucers for their dinner and dessert. Herek could be rather messy himself after all. He didn’t even mind serving Mason either. Both meals were fixed before Mason had a second thought.

“How’s your family handling you not being there this holiday?”