Impossible to resist a post quoting something like There was no harm in leavening the bread of learning with the yeast of levity...
I read the challenge wrong at first and started out with a few extraneous sentences I had to ditch, but this was (oddly, for someone who tends to tremble at one prompt, much less *five*) fun.
The Sentinel:
Steak -- ribeye, perfectly grilled -- not a tofu-infested mockery of beef stew, or barbecued goddamned wheat gluten (Jesus; the things he ate for Sandburg); potatoes -- home fries, not Jerusalem-fucking-artichokes, or taro root, or some other sorry excuse for Idaho's best. Honest-to-God butter, a big chunk chiseled off the slab -- a minor flaw in Blair's culinary prep, there; the butter was still cold, but at least the rolls were hot and the butter had melted perfectly. Cheesecake: chocolate raspberry, waiting in reserve...Jim groaned, gratefully, and undid his jeans out of necessity. And in expectation -- no way in hell was that cheesecake going to be the climax of the evening. Sandburg had been leaking pheromones for months, his temperature spiking up to heat-lamp range every time Jim looked so much as looked at him -- and it was Jim's birthday, after all...
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I read the challenge wrong at first and started out with a few extraneous sentences I had to ditch, but this was (oddly, for someone who tends to tremble at one prompt, much less *five*) fun.
The Sentinel:
Steak -- ribeye, perfectly grilled -- not a tofu-infested mockery of beef stew, or barbecued goddamned wheat gluten (Jesus; the things he ate for Sandburg); potatoes -- home fries, not Jerusalem-fucking-artichokes, or taro root, or some other sorry excuse for Idaho's best. Honest-to-God butter, a big chunk chiseled off the slab -- a minor flaw in Blair's culinary prep, there; the butter was still cold, but at least the rolls were hot and the butter had melted perfectly. Cheesecake: chocolate raspberry, waiting in reserve...Jim groaned, gratefully, and undid his jeans out of necessity. And in expectation -- no way in hell was that cheesecake going to be the climax of the evening. Sandburg had been leaking pheromones for months, his temperature spiking up to heat-lamp range every time Jim looked so much as looked at him -- and it was Jim's birthday, after all...