Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 101 - Snacks
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: This is a sequel to my story Slippery Tounge
Justin turned around the corner to the café for his lunch and stopped short. There, at his usual table, sat somebody - and not just anybody but he! Swallowing he paused in indecision. What to do? Should he sit down on his usual table and ignore his table guest - not that he ever could ignore Blaise - or should he choose an empty table? However, the question was: why was Blaise sitting at Justin's table and not in his usual place?
As if Blaise felt him standing there, the former Slytherin turned his head and looked at him, a challenging and mischievous glint in his eyes. Squaring his shoulders Justin walked to the table and sat down, nodding a greeting to the other man. Only then he saw the dishes sitting on the table: olives, crossini, small sausages and bread with cream cheese. Justin was surprised. Normally Blaise ordered latte macchiato, not some starters.
Loud crunching snapped Justin's eyes to Blaise. The Slytherin munched on a crossini, the rest of the bread stick poking out of his mouth. After swallowing the treat the bread was slowly sucked in, swaying slightly back and to. Transfixed Justing could only stare at the starter vanishing with a "pop" in between lush red lips only to be replaced with a small sausage and then an olive. White teeth bit gently in the fruit, a wicked tongue snaked around it and into the small opening where the core normally sat. Blaise sucked on the fruit, his cheeks hollowing.
Justin shifted in his seat, his trousers getting tight. A slight sheen of sweat stood on his forehead; did it get hotter out here? He watched as the other man bit into the bread, some of the cream cheese sticking on his upper lip. Looking directly at him, Blaise licked the white substance slowly away, only to suck his lip into his mouth to get everything off.
The Hufflepuff moaned softly. Mortified, he blushed hotly, stood abruptly and left the café in a near run. Justin did not even realised that he never ordered his lunch.
Laughing softly to himself, Blaise finished his lunch. He could not wait for next Friday.
