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iKitten

iKitten

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2 cups of sugar
1 stick of butter
1 ½ tablespoon of vanilla

â?¦

The list of ingredients wasnâ??t that long, but the steps were not as simple as one would have wanted them to be. Tilting his head here and there, the teen debated about choosing this recipe over the simpler one that he had passed a few pages ago. That wonâ??t doâ?¦ Gandrian scold himself. The Chinese boy wanted to impress his new roommate, not food-poison him and send him to the hospital.

Black bangs brushed over chocolate eyes, as he settled on the angel food cake and began to pull out the materials to make it. Annieâ??a nickname his friends gave him teasinglyâ??lived in Hong Kong, China, a busting area where there were a few colleges that littered the central province. Zhōng Yāng was considered their â??Centralâ?? college, where dorms surrounded the campus in a crescent shape. Each dorm started off being built as a hotel, but when the school was built, they were bought out and transformed into a dormitory. So each room had its own kitchen, but strangely, there were floor communal bathrooms.

Today, Gandrian expected a roommate from another country. As he shifted the flour into the large bowl and began to beat the concoction together, the teen pondered about where the new student came from. Probably an English speaking country, as the school was known to accept foreign students from such areas. He hoped it wasnâ??t someone that was going to fear him twenty-four-seven, as he knew he wasnâ??t exactly the smallest Asian around. Standing shy of army height, Gandrian was five foot ten, with a common slender built, but had gain some muscles while training for the schoolâ??s football team (or soccer, in American terms).

While pouring the mixture into a greased pan, he gazed over at the time to check when the other would come, before popping the pan into the oven. Surely he looked strange, as a jock-ish teen, schooling to become a doctor as his family had wanted him to be, but interested in baking and cooking like some housewife.

...

Heâ??d have to trash the other guy in if he was made fun of.
 
Faolan couldn't believe he was in China. He came from Ireland and though his name was spelled strangely, it was pronounced "Phelan," which made things easier for people. He couldn't imagine how the name had been thought up, but he didn't mind his name. He had decided to go to China since it was one of those countries where smarts were very much so appreciated. He could have gone to America, but he wanted to test out Asia first and finish up his graduate degree in America. He was in training to be a doctor as well, much like his roommate, so he heard. He wondered how things were gonna be. All he had was a name, after all. Faolan wasn't a small person by any means, though he was Irish and got called a Leprechaun quite often. No, he was six feet tall and built like an athlete. He was all smooth lines and gentle muscle and could run for miles.

As he pulled up to the college, he thanked the taxi driver and paid him before he went and grabbed his things. He didn't have much right now and the rest was going to be shipped down to him. He went to his dormitory and went up to his room. He could smell something baking in his room and he wondered what it was. It certainly smelled delicious. Brushing dark red locks from his amethyst eyes, he knocked on the door once before opening it up. He saw his roommate baking..and was a little shocked at that, tipping his head in curiosity. The other lad was attractive and muscled, gaining even more of Faolan's attention. However, he figured the boy was straight and so would probably leave him alone unless given reasons not to leave him alone.

"Ello, my name is Faolan. I'm yer roommate."​
 
Around the same time that the small alarm rang, a strong voice ripped through the air and introduced another person to the room. Mentally jumping at the sudden intrusion, he turned his body completely around and turned off the alarm as well as faced his new roommate. Of course it wasnâ??t a surprise that the other male just walked in with his own set of keys, since the manager must have sent it to the other male. Quickly pulling on oven mittens, he motioned for one moment, before turning to take the cake out of the oven.

Sweet scented aroma wafted into the room, filling them with a sense warmth and fluff. Pulling a plate out of the drawer, he placed the cake upside down on it and waited for the cake to cool itself down. Meanwhile, the momentâ??s paused allowed him to gather his thoughts and remembered as much English as he could. â??Hello. My name is Gandrian. My friends call me Annie.â? he informed, momentarily forgetting a good portion of his second language as he finally got a good look at the other male. Tall and builtâ?¦ so heâ??d have a hard time canning this guy, but he was sure he could do it.

Faolan was a strange name on his lips, but he supposed he had a strange name for a Chinese boy as well. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat and motioned towards the two doors down the hallway and in a small dip. Looking from the front door in, there was the kitchen to the left, living room to the right, and at the further left hand corner, a dip in the area that lead to a hallway, which were the rooms. â??You can put your things in your room while I finish up. My room has a charm on it.â? while useful for noting that the charm distinguished their rooms, he also realized it was a bit feminine; a tiny piggy charm that was pink and well rounded.
 
"All right then, Gandrian...personally, I'd rather not call ya Annie. Ya are a boyo after all."

Faolan murmured, looking the boy over and liking what he saw. He definitely knew a challenge when he saw one. Hefting his backpack and luggage bag, he moved to where the rooms were and opened his, finding it just right for him, though bare at the moment. The bed was a good size and there were a few things in there to keep him from going without. He deposited his bags and closed his door before looking at Gandrian's little charm. It was a cute little thing and it made Faolan snicker. Perhaps his roommate was a nancy-boy and would easily bend to Faolan's will. Or maybe they would split power between them. Letting out a small yawn, the Irishman walked back towards the kitchen, wanting to get his hands on some cake.

"I do wonder though. Why do they call ya Annie?"

He asked. Curiosity sparkled in his pretty eyes as he brushed more dark red hair from his view. He leaned back against a counter and took a deep breath. It sure smelled good in here. Not like home, but still just as good.​
 
While the other male went to put his belongings away, Gandrian sliced out some strawberries and whipped up some cream. Each whisk seemed to make the mixture fluffier and the color of white finally began to seep into a creamy texture. The few slices of strawberries he threw into the cream bleed into the white and stained each particle into a delicious looking pink.

Upon hearing his roommate come back into the kitchen area, he politely smiled and placed the bowl down on the table. â??It is common for my culture to give friends a nickname as children. Childish nicknames stick, I suppose.â? he shrugged, knowing it must be a bit off to have a built soccer player being called something so neutral and almost feminine. He consoled himself that at least his full name was a bit more masculine.

â??So, what brings you to Hong Kong?â? as he made small conversation with the Irishman, he tapped the cake pan a few times, before hearing a soft slide. Slipping the pan off of the angel cake, he placed it aside and blew on it to check if the cake was cooled enough. Two plates were pulled out, and after cutting a sliver of the cake onto the glass plate, he placed a medium glob of whipped cream on the center, and a few slices of strawberries were littered over the top. Looking like something from a restaurant done by a professional, the cake was served as pristinely as it could have been.
 
"I'm surprised they didn't go for something better. I mean, Annie is a girl's name and my cousin's name at that."

Faolan said, observing Gandrian as he worked. He liked how he could make something that at least looked and smelled good. Faolan could barely cook and bake to save his life. And he usually had to follow a box with the recipe on the back. He wasn't trying to insult his roommate, he just found the boy's culture to be quite strange compared to his. He hoped he didn't get saddled with a girly nickname as well. The Irishman heard the question and thought about it a moment before he responded. He watched Gandrian as the cake layer fell onto the plate and put on a dollop of whip cream with cut strawberries. He did enjoy the mixture of cream, berries, and cake and was practically drooling at the thought of a taste.

"I came to Hong Kong because I wanted to know what the culture was like and I heard the education I could get here was very good. After I finish up here, I'm getting my graduate's in America."

Faolan's fingers itched to get a hand on that cake but he was a patient man most of the time and waited until his roommate said it was all right to take the slice of cake.​
 
Licking his fingertip with a smear of cream on it, he tilted his head at the comment and held the plate just inches away from Faolanâ??s hands. â??Well, in my culture, we have neutral tones. Annie is not a feminine name, and I am not feminine.â? he stated firmly, as if it would have been an offense if the other male had called him girly. There was also the threat of not sharing the cake, despite the fact that he had made the cake for the said roommate.

However, he wasnâ??t raised to withhold food from someone though, so he placed the plate before the redhead and pushed a fork closer to the Irishman to indicate that he could eat. â??Iâ??d like to say that the education is advisory hereâ?¦ more so than America perhaps. The system over there is very relaxed, and can be hard to motivate oneâ??s self.â? Gandrian noted, cutting a slice out for himself and moving to sit on one of the stools at the small island.

Taking a small bite out of the cake, he felt the spongy texture against his tongue, while the smooth cream seemed to melt in his mouth. The cake had came out rather well. Expectantly, it was tradition for the receiver of food to make something in return, so he had to wonder if Faolan knew that, and if he could cook something by the end of the night. It was midevening, so they had plenty of time.
 
Faolan had a pout on his face as his roommate kept the cake a scant few inches away from him and teased him by licking the cream off his finger. Such a tease the boyo was! When he heard Gandrian speak, he had a feeling his had accidentally offended the other male. He hadn't meant to, but his culture was different, after all. If it sounded girly and was a girl's name, it was girly. But he decided not to add to it because he felt his roommate would deny him the cake that he could practically taste already. Faolan made a soft sound of delight as he took the cake and fork and sat down at the table as Gandrian spoke about the education system here. He cut into the cake slice and popped it into his mouth and smiled wide as he enjoyed the texture of cake and cream together. It was delicious.

If he remembered correctly, he was suppose to make something in turn and he wondered what he could make. He didn't want to insult the man and make something simple like rice and add in some meat. Nah, he would make something traditional like steak, potatoes, and add in some vegetables. He wondered if Gandrian even liked steak. He hoped he wouldn't end up insulting the boy further by making it. Oh well, he would just have to suffer the consequences if it turned out badly. At least he could make a good steak-his mother had made sure of that.

"This is really good. Feels like forever since I had a decent bite of cake."

To emphasis the point, he took another bite, adding in a little bit of strawberry.​
 
Sugar smoothed over his tongue like little crystallized raindrops, sending little pleasured doses through his entire system. If anything, heâ??d say sweets were better than sex, but he couldnâ??t say that he knew how to compare them without ever having done one. â??I bake as a hobby. Studying to become a doctor is something that Iâ??ve been working on since I was a child.â? he confided in, telling the truth, as his family wouldnâ??t have had it any other way.

In truth, he didnâ??t even enjoy doctoral studies, as the subject was perhaps the most boring to him. Chemistry was the closest to interesting, since it involved mixing things together to create something else. Spearing a strawberry with his fork and taking the small bite, he tilted his head at the Irishman and wondered how someone could not have cake on a somewhat normal basis. In his group of friends, they had little store bought cakes almost weekly. It still amazed him how much lighter their food was compared to Americaâ??just one term studying over there had almost sent him into cardiac arrest.

â??So, what year are you? Iâ??m second. Registration for class is tomorrow actually.â? Gandrian finished off his cake and moved to place the plate in the sink, before packing the rest of the cake away and checking the fridge for ingredients. He hoped that there was enough of whatever Faolan needed, as he assumed the other male to cook from scratch.
 
Faolan was lost in the little piece of cake as he savored bite after bite of delicious decadence. The strawberries mixed with the cream and spongyness of the cake in a delectable manner that he couldn't get enough of. He listened to Gandrian speak about how he wanted to be a doctor and had been working on it since he was a child. Baking as a hobby? It certainly seemed more like a life-goal than a hobby. But Faolan was silent on the subject. Faolan had always been fascinated by injuries he and his lads had gotten as children-especially fixing them. He had watched science shows and medical shows growing up and had loved every minute of learning; it had also helped him get over his squeamishness when it came to seeing protruding bones and muscle.

"I'm a second year as well. I went to college back home for a wee bit, but it wasn't what I wanted so I came here. And I had good timing then, yeah?"

He said with a smile as he licked the last bit of cream from the corner of his mouth. He, too, moved to wash off his plate and put it in the sink, but waited for Gandrian to finish with his stuff. Once the boy was at the fridge, he deposited his things in the sink after he washed them off. He wondered what he would be able to make for dinner since he knew that China was more of a vegetarian country and was just starting to get more into the meat industry of life. If he couldn't whip up a streak, perhaps he would be able to make some chicken. Would it be insulting to make sushi? Probably. So he would go with something simple but delicious.​
 
Shifting around the place, he prodded through his fridge and stepped aside to show the other male what there was to work with. Most of it was vegetables, but there was a good helping of meat in the variety. It was enough for perhaps an average family to feast on in a day, but for him, it was going to last for a good two weeks. Gandrian didnâ??t want to be rude, but he had to wonder what could Faolan make, as it didnâ??t seem to him like the other male was all that excited to be cooking something. Not that he minded being the chief for them, but there was the whole honor and free-loaders issue.

â??I suppose. Sounds like weâ??d have a few classes together. I could show you around campus. Do you play sports? I bet youâ??d be eye candy for the ladies.â? he jested, knowing that the girls would just drool over a foreigner. The dark red hair was attractive in the fact that everyone either had a bland black, or died blonde. Red hair overall was a rarity, and it was a small population that had it, from what he had observed.

Stepping up to the counter, he poured some tea for himself, and swirled the cup in small circles to inhale the soft aroma. â??Would you like some?â? the Chinese male offered, holding up a second cup that looked no larger than a short glass, really. Simple, small, dainty. It had been a present as a set from his friends back in high school, as was most of his dorm items were. Because the gifts were mainly from sentimental femalesâ??the men were more of words and pats instead of gifts and fluff feelingsâ??the items he had were almost a bit too feminine, even for an Asian boy compared to a foreigner.
 
When Faolan looked into the fridge, he was able to find that everything was there that he would need. And it wouldn't take long to make what he could so he had some time to prepare. He didn't mind cooking up steak and potatoes and such, but it was when things got complicated with food that he just gave up. He could help cook, but he couldn't do most of the cooking. It just wasn't in his blood. He wondered if he could make a deal with Gandrian: He could buy all the ingredients if he didn't have to cook them.

"Sounds like it. And yeah, I play a few sports like football and I like to run. So if there be a track around here, I would certainly put it to use. And eye candy? Depends on if the lasses are as pretty as I've been told. But who knows..."

He would have added more, but he didn't want to freak out his roommate by saying that women weren't the only things he was gonna be chasing or letting chase him about. He noticed the boy had poured himself something to drink and the aroma had a certain tantalizing quality to it. Faolan did like tea and drank it regularly, but he liked his Irish tea and British blend and occasionally a cup of American tea. But he wasn't against trying a new type of tea. He nodded his head and took the small cup in his hand. It was a dainty thing and he felt like he might break it, but he managed a sip.

"This is good. I like it."​
 
â??Really? Tastes like shit to me.â? Gandrian suddenly bellowed, laughing as quietly as he could with the sudden admittance. Taking another sip of the concoction, he licked his lips for the last droplets and placed the cup into the sink. â??I hate teaâ?¦ but my family said it was good for your body, so I drink it habitually.â? he admitted, leaning against the counter and gazing at the other male up and down. It seemed like Faolan wasnâ??t moving to do anything but drink the tea, and he wondered how it tasted to the other male. A simple green tea that was supposed to be the basics of basics. No sweetener had been added, so the bitterness was usually the first thing that the others had complained about.

There was a small awkward moment that lingered, and though it might have only been awkward for the Asian teen, it was still a moment of silence. Gandrian gauged the other male with a soft, but inspecting stare, almost as if he was checking for truth in the words, and hoping that this wasnâ??t some crazy foreigner that was going to go off the handle and attempt to kill him in the middle of the night. That train of thought obviously told him heâ??d been watching one too many movies.

â??We have a track team, but if you wanted, you can try-out for the football team as well. Iâ??m part of it actuallyâ?¦unless youâ??re talking about American football?â? he wasnâ??t highly advised in the Irish culture, so he wondered if Faolan was thinking of the right sport. â??And it might be best to start dinner soon. Do you need help?â? he offered, almost as if he was testing the other male with his tone of voice, but keeping it as polite as he could. It wasnâ??t as if he didnâ??t trust the other male, but he had an attachment to the kitchen, and like some housewife, he was irked to have another person in his kitchen.
 
"I've tasted bitter before and this isn't too bad. But ya got a point. It isn't all too good." He said with a small snicker as he took a bit longer to finish his tea. He usually savored it and picked out the different flavors and didn't mind the bitterness of the green tea too much. But then again, he was a habitual tea drinker and had brought his usual teas with him. He had a cup every morning, when he got home, and before he went to bed. And usually any old time he just wanted a warm drink of tea. He listened to the other male speak about the sports teams while he put his cup in the sink, finishing the last bit of tea before putting it in. He turned back to the male and leaned against the counter with his palms by his sides.

"Nah, I mean Soccer, not American Football. Though, it is quite a show to watch. And that's good to know there is a track out here so I can go for runs when I can't catch a wink of sleep."

At Gandrian's suggestion about making dinner and the tone of voice he used to convey his question. Faolan waited a minute to size the other male up. He had the feeling Gandrian was quite fond of the kitchen he used and the Irish boy had no problem with that, just that tone was what was bothering him. It was the tone his mum used to use. Gosh, did he miss her. He gave Gandrian a small smile as he just shrugged.

"If you would like to help, laddie, I have no problem with it. 'Sides, it will make the wait shorter for some good food."​
 
One minute wasnâ??t long in comparison to the dayâ??s time, or even an hour. But it was composed of sixty seconds, and if one took the time to count each second, it almost felt long. Even longer if the minute was spent in silence and stares. Gandrian just stared at the other male while he felt himself get stared at, and for a moment, he wondered what the other male was thinking. It made him almost paranoid with what was going on, but figured that the Irishman was probably just thinking about something else.

â??Sure, what do you need me to do?â? he asked, moving to the sink to wash his hands. Next to the dishwashing soap was a bottle from the Bath & Body Works storeâ??another gift from friendsâ??labeled in candy cane letters, â??Peppermintâ??. The scent of the minty freshness wafted into the air as he washed his hands. â??If youâ??re interested inâ?¦ soccer,â? he tried to use the different term to not confuse them. â??Then weâ??re having tryouts on Monday around four. Track tryouts are on Tuesday, if I remember correctly.â?

Drying his hands with a towel, he stood and waited for instructions. His stomach growled softly, reminding him that lunch was a good few hours ago, and hoped that whatever Faolan decided to make was going to be worth the wait. Not that he was picky with his foodâ?¦
 
"Do ya got potatoes in the fridge there? If so, can you peel 'em for me?"

Faolan asked. He had nodded his head to the when the tryouts were, knowing he would remember since usually anything involving sports he remembered readily. He went to cabinets and found a skillet and grill attachment, which would be perfect for the steak. He was the type to get out everything he needed first before he grabbed the food, so he wasn't sure exactly what was in the fridge. But he could easily improvise. He was smart like that. He got out a medium sized pot in order to make the potatoes in and a steamer for vegetables. He liked green beans with his steak and raw carrots, so he wasn't sure what Gandrian might like. So he asked him.

"Ya like your carrots raw or cooked? And do ya like green beans?"

He asked, putting what he needed on the counter and turning on the stoves to their proper temperatures as he put water pan for the vegetables. He would add water to the other pan once the potatoes were peeled and cut up in uniform shape. He set the grill/skillet on the front burner to heat up while he got out the cutting board, peeler, and knife for his roommate. He set those out before getting the spices that he needed for the steak.​
 
While the other male worked around the kitchen, Gandrian moved himself towards the sink area. Just next to it was the dry food storage, where he shuffled out six medium sized potatoes; just enough for two people with a bit to spare. Washing them and then peeling them with a sharp peeler, he shrugged as he watched the skin slide into the garbage bag like little petals. â??I like everything thatâ??s in my kitchen, I supposeâ?¦â? he said offhandedly, wondering if anyone kept things in their kitchen that they didnâ??t feel comfortable eating.

After each potato was peeled, it was placed into a strainer set in the sink. The grime of the potato skins stuck to his fingers, so they were smeared like powder along the freshly peeled potatoes. For a moment, he even paused in his movements, before he had to remind himself that Faolan was from another country and another culture. Most Chinese enjoyed their vegetables cooked and some wonâ??t even eat the veggies if they werenâ??t steamed. However, that was a minor detail that not everyone researched before coming to the countryâ??after all, how many people cooked for their roommate?

â??Cooked, please.â? the dark haired male answered, rinsing the potatoes before waiting for his next instruction. Between that time, he gave Faolan a good look-over once more; this time with some interest in his physique. As an athlete, he could openly say that Faolan had an almostâ?¦ perfectâ?¦ body. Desirable in many senses of the word. As another male, he felt embarrassed to admit something that bordered what females might have thought about the redhead.
 
Faolan went into the fridge and gathered up the vegetables and two cuts of beef sirloin. They were just the right size so that they could have their own cuts. He put them on a board and started to season them while he separated the vegetables-mostly the carrots since he wanted some raw ones for himself. He put the green beans in the pot to cook and set it on the stove while putting some of the carrots in the steamer and placed them on the other burner. Looking at Gandrian, he smiled and nodded to the pan that was for the potatoes.

"Put the potatoes in there and fill the pot with water until the potatoes are covered and set them on the stove on medium."

He didn't notice how Gandrian was checking him over due to his attention being consumed by what he was doing. Once both sides of the steaks were seasoned, he put them on the grill skillet and listened with glee at the wonderful sizzling sound they produced. He checked the temperature and turned it down just a bit before he settled in for a wait. Cleaning up what he used and putting spices away, Faolan then decided to give Gandrian a quick once-over and smiled to himself. He certainly wanted his roommate, but he wasn't sure if his Chinese friend swung that way at all.

"Gandrian, I have a question. Do you have a girlfriend?"​
 
The young male gazed up and down his roommate for a good few moments, before hearing the instructions. He found it strange that the other male didnâ??t just tell him to prepare the potatoes via boiling them in the first place, but then again, he supposed he didnâ??t flaunt that he was a cook. That might have been a good thing, as he didnâ??t want his family to think he had swayed from his doctoring goal that they had placed for him.

Shrugging it off of his mind, he moved over towards the stove and turned it on. Each potato had been sliced into fourths, and each made a small plopping sound when it was dropped into the water. Placing the lid on top of the pot, he half froze in his spot at the sudden question. â??Girlfriend?â? Gandrian wanted to play it off and say that he had plenty of friends that were girls. However, he knew that Faolan meant in the romantic sense, and pressed his lips into a thin line.

â??Noâ?¦ I guess not a lot of girls interest me.â? he muttered offhandedly. In truth, his family had been nagging him to find one, but with the overload of girls that he hung out with, he wasnâ??t sure he was ready to date any one of them. Shuffling his feet, he almost felt embarrassed that he was singleâ??even some of the girls had hooked up with girls before him! â??What about you? Got a girlfriend?â?
 
"Nah...girls just...I don't have a girlfriend."

He finally said. He didn't want to say he wasn't that into chicks, even though his roommate had said as such. But it could be a different meaning easily. He had tried dating girls, and he had liked dating them and being with them, but boys were his prime focus and really got his rocks off. He then realized how he had instructed Gandrian to put the potatoes in the pot and such and felt like an idiot. He rubbed the back of his neck out of habit as he lightly winced from not realizing how much of an arse he much of sounded.

"Ah..I'm sorry. I have the feeling ya know yer way around the kitchen and I just didn't think of it. It's just how me mum taught me and that's just how it translates. I hope ya didn't take offense."

It was then he noticed that his roommate had been checking him out and it made him pause before he looked up at his roommate. He felt the blood rush down to his nether regions and he made himself focus on something else before he did something stupid. But he couldn't stop the next question from spilling out of his mouth.

"If not a lot of girls interest you...then what about boyos?"

He tried to sound nonchalant, but he felt like he sounded like a lot was riding on that one question.​
 
If one could tell when the blood rushed away from the head and towards the lower regions, then that would have been a good skill to have. Luckily, or unluckily, depending on whose view one was looking at, Gandrian didnâ??t have that skill. Instead, he just shrugged as Faolan rushed to do something else. â??No offense taken. Iâ??m used to itâ?¦ and it might be best. My family would freak if they realized I wasnâ??t focusing all my attention into the medical field.â? he chuckled, leaning against the counter next to the sink as he made small talk with his roommate.

When the other male spoke up about how he wasnâ??t interest in girls and asked about boys, the dark haired male blinked twice and almost froze. Males? They were friends, so he didnâ??t understand at first. However, attached to the subject that they were chatting about made him realize that Faolan was asking if he had that kind of interest in boys.

Gandrian had to admit that the male body fascinated him. There were some things that put an edge to males that females just didnâ??t have, and it attracted his attention. But in a sexual sense, he couldnâ??t say he had any experience; he couldnâ??t say that was a bad thing either. Then again, society was more opened nowadays to that kind of thing, and in the younger generations, no one cared as much. Overall though, it wasnâ??t the common thing for China, and just being asked if he was gay made him duck his head.

â??Boys? Um, theyâ??re nice.â? the Chinese male quickly moved to check on the potatoes, even though he knew they werenâ??t done. â??Not that I have any experience with any of thisâ??er, I mean, with boys!â? it was then that he decided to stop talking. He had attempted to salvage himself but ended up outing that he was a virgin insteadâ?¦ great.
 
"Yer a virgin, then?"

He said, a little bit of shock lacing his words as he looked at his roommate who was blushing. It looked really cute on him. He watched Gandrian with a practiced eye, and checked on the steaks as well. They didn't need to be flipped just yet, but soon would be so they would get the proper grill marks and get cooked through enough. He really wanted to test what Gandrian did know by pressing him up against the counter and kissing him senseless, but he wanted to know first if the Chinese boy would even be interested. It seemed like he might be, but one could never be sure.

"It's fine if ya are. I know that most girls like that sort of thing just as much as someone who is experienced. Besides, ya have been kissed right?"

He prodded, wanting more information-practically needing it. He wanted to discern all he could about his roommate. He couldn't but smile when he thought of how the other boy had stammered. Perhaps he didn't have enough experience to know what he liked? Now Faolan had no problem shelling out some experience, especially since it would bring pleasure to them both-even if only briefly.​
 
â??Not a virginâ?¦ well, sort of. But Iâ??ve seen some pictures.â? sometimes, he wondered how he got into certain situations. Such as this one, where he was discussing his sex lifeâ??or lack there ofâ??with his new roommate. Swallowing hard, he fought down his slight blush, telling himself that there was no reason to blush when it was a good thing to still be pure. Gandrian ignored the fact that perhaps it was for the female population, but it was a strange thing among men to think that they were still virgins at his age.

Slightly lost in his thoughts, he was caught off guard with the prodding question and answered without thinking. â??Never had the time outside of studying, unless you count kissing the books.â? he joked, before biting down on his bottom lip in embarrassment. Some time between this conversation, time had passed rather rapidly, and the potatoes were just at the right peek of finished goods. Pulling it off of the stove and turning off the machine, he moved to strain the water. â??Uh, do you have experience or something?â? his tone attempting to tease back. Briefly, Annie wondered if this was one of the cultural differences between them. Perhaps it was normal to talk about sexual experiences with other male, and while he was answering the questions and asking them back, he felt a tinge of uncomfortable ease.

After all, what if the other guys got wind of this? Most of the other soccer players had already shared plenty of stories of getting laid, and they thought he was just shy about it. Of course he didnâ??t share that he had no experience in it, whatsoever.
 
Faolan went about flipping the steaks and heard the wonderful searing sound again. He prodded the cuts gently with his spatula to make sure they were cooking properly and took the vegetables off the stove and turned off the burner they had been on. He took the vegetables out of the steamer and put them on a plate for Gandrian. He had already plated his carrots and he soon added green beans to the mix and put a little dab of salt on them for added flavor. He didn't know if Gandrian liked salt on his food, so he didn't add any and left it alone for the boy to decide. He watched the Chinese boy out of the corner of his eye as he started to prepare the mashed potatoes. He couldn't wait to have some.

"Uh...quite a bit of experience, actually..but I won't get into it. I can tell ya are uncomfortable. I'm sorry for bringing it up. I need ta remember that our cultures are different."

He said politely and with a small smile. Soon enough, the steaks were done and he turned off the stove and plated them. He put the grill skillet in the oven because of it's heat along with the other hot little pans that could fit. It was a tip his mother had taught him after he had accidentally burned his hand on a pan when he had gone to move it. Faolan added a little salt and pepper to his steak and grabbed the silverware, moving the plates to the table. He put them down before he moved to stand beside Gandrian and watched him work for a moment. As he did, Faolan casually checked over his roommate.​
 
For a few moments, the Chinese male was able to ignore the fact that the other male was talking about something rather embarrassing. Gandrian liked to say that he broke away from most of the traditional views that his family had taught him, but at the same time, there were some cultural things that stuck to a person if they lived in the area long enough. Growing up in China, he had little things installed in him that made it hard to break away from. Talking about sex freely was one of the things that didnâ??t get passed off as common.

â??Umâ?¦ thatâ??s alright. Itâ??s a learning experience. I mean, I guess I could learn from you, yeah?â? he joked, chuckling slightly, as he used a whisk to mash up the potatoes. He placed a small dash of salt, a splash of milk, and a cube of butter into the mixture, before the concoction blended out into a smooth creamy texture of white fluff. Licking at the whisk to get a taste, he hummed in satisfaction of the flavor, before throwing the object into the sink carelessly, and moved to place the mashed potatoes into a large bowl.

Once finished, he helped set the table. â??Almost done cooking?â? the thought of food, making it and eating it, made Gandrian forget his embarrassment and was at east around his roommate again. It was also the reason why he was able to send a cheerful smile toward Faolanâ??s direction without showing how nervous he was. After all, he didnâ??t know if he liked males like that or not, since he had no experience in any field. Girls were just off putting to himâ?¦ and that in itself was worrying for the Chinese male.
 
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