What Steak Did...

(chronologically first in the Steak series)

Roast is humming to himself as he stirs a pot, occasionally tossing in fresh spices or vegetables. He's idly thinking about Jess naked, and he's wearing only an apron to protect himself from splashes, but is otherwise naked because of the heat. He has a pitcher of water nearby and he drinks from it periodically, not caring if it splashes to the floor, Mop will take care of it.

Jess brings Roast some bay leaves to add to his mixture, pinching his thigh as he reaches around him. He is only wearing an apron and boots.

Roast grins at him, gently rubbing the leaves between his fingers before tossing them in. "Thank you, sir!" he chirrups. He shivers delightedly at the pinch. Seeing Jess' state of undress, he feels his cock beginning to harden, and he blushes, taking a big gulp from his pitcher, trying to spill some of the cool water down his front surreptitiously.

Jess watches him spill water on himself, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't think bay leaves were an aphrodisiac," he teased.

Roast blushes more deeply, giggling nervously. "...sorry, sir..." he mumbles.

"No apologies necessary." Jess leaned against him, aproned belly bumping Roast's side. "How's the soup coming?" He dipped a spoon in and tasted. "Mm..." he nodded approvingly. "Very good."

Roast wiggles his side gently against Jess' belly, relishing the praise and attention. "Thank you, sir!"

"How are the others doing?" Jess asked his sous-chef.

Roast has been carefully monitoring everyone while he cooks. "Dinner will be ready on schedule, sir!"

"Good." Jess grabbed the other man's shoulder in what most would imagine was a friendly way, but Roast knew it had more to do with the meat. "Shank will be replaced next week. Are you planning anything for him?"

Roast grins, flexing his muscles to show off his meat to its best. "Well," he gushes, pleased to be asked, "I know that he really likes ginger, so I was thinking a light ginger sauce, with a cilantro garnish..." his mouth is watering as he waits for Jess' approval.

"That does sound delicious," Jess grinned. "But I meant a going away party or dinner." He prodded Roast in the small of his back to force him to be more upright.

"Oh!" Roast says, giggling. "Oh. Right." He stands straighter, frowning at how tall it makes him. "Well, Brisket's dinner went really well, and everyone really enjoyed it...maybe tofu burgers?" His mouth waters again at the thought of the special treat of modern food.

"That sounds fine. Get a modern dessert too. And ask Cream to find some ice cream to go with it." Jess smiled up at Roast. "Now I have to ask. Why is Stock so bruised? I know you boys like it rough, but it looks like it was attempted murder."

Roast claps his hands with delight, an incongruous gesture from a man his size. "I do miss ice cream!" He averts his eyes at the question. "Well...I don't know, exactly, that is I wasn't there at the time, and..." he murmurs, trying to avoid the question without directly lying to his superior. "...have you asked him?" he asks with the big eyes.

"No. I'm asking you."

"S-sorry sir..." he stutters, terrified. "He, ah, cooked the soup for the kitchen last Friday, and I had already gone to bed, and some of the others (I don't know who, exactly) got drunk, because there was no breakfast to be made for the next day, and then you got an upset stomach, so I think they blamed him for getting the tum--I mean, you--sick, so they beat the sh--they hurt him. For you, I guess." He's quite flustered.

"And you weren't a part of this?"

"I--no! I was asleep! I'm sorry, sir! I woke up when I heard the noise, and I pulled them off of him and brought him to bed with me and brought him to the doctor in the morning..."