Diciassette

Alistair's lips were about to graze Theodore's lips when they heard a knock on the door. They sprung apart immediately.

"come in", Alistair hollered. A servant came inside. "lunch is served my lord", he announced.

"I will be inside shortly", Alistair told the servant. The servant bowed and left.

He turned to Theodore. "hungry?", Theodore nodded. Alistair grabbed his hand and led him inside the house.

They sat at the dining table and ate lunch. As they ate, Theodore sneaked glances at Alistair. Had Alistair really been about to kiss him or was it just his imaginations. He concluded that he had obviously been imagining things. There was no way Alistair wanted to kiss him, men weren't supposed to do those things together. A little voice reminded him of the fantasies he had about Alistair. He pushed it away firmly. Nothing of that sort could happen between him and Alistair, absolutely nothing.

Alistair watched him as he played with his food absent mindedly, Theodore looked deep in thought