Made In Portugal

by Ana Newfolk

  Joel looked down, and his face went a delectable shade of pink, ”well, I saw this one at the market yesterday when I helped my great-grandma with her groceries and couldn't resist. I can take it off if it's not appropriate."

  "Nope, you bought it, now you have to wear it," I winked and immediately saw a hint of mischief in Joel’s eyes. "Come on over, I have everything ready to go in the kitchen."

  The camera was set up in front of a tall table I used as a fake worktop to give the impression that it was a kitchen island. I explained that I would start the video by introducing Joel as the special guest and then I would talk about the recipe and describe the ingredients.

  The beginning of the video was always more or less the same as I followed the same routine to introduce the recipe. Once I got cooking, it always felt more natural.

  "Joel, are you ready to start?" I said, looking from the camera towards Joel.

  "Absolutely!" He said with exaggerated excitement, and I struggled to not roll my eyes.

  "Ok so we start by cracking the eggs into the bowl, then we add the sugar and mix it well until dissolved," I instructed.

  While Joel was working on that, I started melting the chocolate with the butter in short bursts in the microwave.

  "David, tell me again the name of this recipe?" Joel asked with a playful smile that reached his eyes making them shine brightly.

  "This is a Chocolate Salami," I replied and looked at Joel to see him raising his eyebrows suggestively.

  "And this is a strictly non-meaty salami?"

  I looked down and shook my head in disbelief, a slight smile teasing my lips.

  "We have covered the ingredient list already, it is a non-meaty Chocolate Salami. I've also added the ingredients list in the description box below," I said. "Right, so now you add the cocoa powder and mix well. At this stage, it might look as though this runny mixture will never be hard enough to form a salami--“ Joel's snort interrupted me as he was struggling to keep a serious face.

  "Sorry," he said still stirring but shaking his head.

  I carried on, trying hard to not kick him under the table, "Now that I have combined the melted chocolate and butter, I will add it slowly to Joel's mix. Please note that if the chocolate is too hot and the eggs aren't well combined with the sugar, you will end up with scrambled eggs." I added.

  "Ew, I wouldn't want scrambled eggs in my salami. Remember guys, keep stirring," Joel said.

  Once we had the mix well combined, it was time to add the cookies. I showed towards the camera how to do it best. Holding three or four cookies in the palm of one hand and then pressing the thumb of the other hand to the middle of the cookies to break them in a few chunks.

  "You can use any brand of Maria cookies since they all taste the same. We're getting there, now we start adding the cookie bits but don't do it all at once as you might find you don't need them all."

  The cookies were going in, and so far most of them stayed in the bowl. "It's getting harder to mix them now," Joel said turning the bowl to me as I leaned in closer.

  The smell of Joel's shower gel and the chocolate were doing funny things to me. Fortunately, it seemed as though Joel was finally concentrating on the job at hand.

  "We're nearly there, now comes the messier part," I said winking at the camera. "We have two pieces of waxed paper, one on top of the other and now we're going to transfer the mix to the paper so we can start shaping the salami."

  "Sounds complicated, maybe you should do this bit," Joel said frowning.

  "Nope, we want to show the viewers at home that anyone can follow this recipe."

  I explained how Joel should use the paper to mold the mix and then roll it into a salami shape. Then we folded the ends as though it was a large candy wrapper ready to go in the fridge.

  "Now the salami goes in the fridge to set. Once it has set, you can unwrap it, slice it and serve it. It should be in the fridge at least two hours, or ideally overnight, but you can feel how hard it is by touching it." Cue a cough from my fourteen-year-old companion.

  "We're going to tidy up while the salami sets and then we'll be back to show you the result. See you in a bit." I waited a few seconds and then went around the table to turn the camera off.

  I stood behind the camera, looked at the small screen and my breath caught in my throat. I looked up to see Joel running a finger inside the bowl that had the Chocolate Salami mix. He put the finger in his mouth to taste the chocolate and moaned. It was the sexiest sound I've heard in my life, and it went straight to my dick, so I didn't have enough brain power to conjure moving or taking my eyes off him.

  Joel looked at me, and his cheeks went immediately red at getting caught tasting the leftover chocolate. However, that look was quickly replaced by one of heat when he looked down and saw the thick outline of my cock straining against the fabric of my jeans.

  I’m sure I resembled a rabbit struck by bright lights, frozen in my spot unable to move. Joel must have noticed because he moved his eyes up to meet mine slowly, and then without breaking eye contact, he put his finger in the bowl once more, and ran it oh so very slowly through the sides, catching some more of the mix.

  Joel brought his finger up to his mouth and took his time opening his lips to lead the chocolate-covered finger in, all without taking his fucking gorgeous blue eyes off mine.

  Suddenly I wasn't in control of myself anymore. I took the few strides needed to stand right in front of Joel, grabbed his finger up with one hand and used my free hand to pull him closer to me. I was still looking into his eyes so full of desire they were a dark sapphire blue. I pulled his finger up to my mouth and sucked it clean, closing my eyes and letting my taste buds learn the taste of chocolate covered Joel.

  "Mhm...you taste delicious," I said with a hoarse voice breaking the silence for the first time since we stopped filming. Before I could do anything else, I felt Joel's lips on mine, soft and full in contrast with the rough scruff on his face.

  I knew about muscle memory, I ran often, and I exercised. If I had a particularly busy time at the café and was unable to do either of those I knew from experience that my muscles would know what to do and where to hurt the next time.

  What I didn't know was that my lips would also have a memory, because the moment Joel's lips touched mine I was fourteen again, and there was nowhere else I belonged other than here, with his soft lips tentatively pressing against mine, confident but also unsure.

  Joel licked my lower lip coaxing my mouth open, which I was happy to oblige since I couldn't wait a second more to taste him. The kiss didn't disappoint, Joel's tongue was hot and sweet and tasted so chocolatey I wondered how many licks of the bowl he’d had before I caught him.

  I must have moaned in my lust fog, giving Joel permission to pull me closer. I could feel his hard cock against mine before he palmed my cock over my jeans, making me moan loud. I had to put a hand on the table to steady myself, and when I accidentally knocked the bowl off the table and onto the floor, I forced myself to give up Joel’s hungry, sweet lips.

  Fuck, what was I doing? I wasn’t supposed to kiss him.

  I took a step back, and Joel looked at me, question marks all over his face, but words failed me. My lips were still tingling from his touch, and my dick was at war with my brain, still pressing hard against my jeans.

  “Joel...fuck, I’m sorry.” I said when I got my speech back, “I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry.”

  He looked hurt for a moment but quickly stiffened and smiled, “I kissed you, remember? I’m sorry, I clearly misread the situation. It won’t happen again.” He went around me to pick up the bowl from the floor and took it to the sink.

  All I could think was that he hadn’t misread the situation at all. I wanted him to kiss me. I’d wanted that since the first moment I saw him in the café. I just couldn’t afford to give in to my feelings and I was too scared to tell him why. It was one thing to think about Joel’s lips, his body and wanting them; it was another to act on it. />
  We cleared up the kitchen in silence. I was desperate to take it all back, to rewind the afternoon and see playful Joel again but I knew I had ruined everything like I always do.

  Earlier I’d put the salami in the freezer to help it set faster so we could do all the filming today. I was checking on it when I saw Joel put the dishcloth down and turn to face me. He looked like he was going to say something but stopped himself. Fuck, please don’t tell me you’re leaving me.

  Maybe my pleading eyes told him what I couldn’t say out loud, maybe he just understood, because when he asked if the salami was ready so we could resume the filming, I thought I was going to sob with relief that he wasn’t going to leave me just yet.

  "You think you might try making that recipe again?" I asked, tentatively.

  "Yeah, I think so, it was easy enough." Joel wasn’t giving me much, but he was still here.

  It wasn’t until I went to turn the camera back on that I realized I hadn’t actually turned it off, which meant it had recorded through what happened, the kiss. I wondered if I should tell Joel but decided against it, after all, I always deleted all the footage once I uploaded the videos. I would commit that kiss to memory and erase it from any real evidence. Maybe that way I could just pretend it had been a dream.

  I joined Joel behind the worktop to resume filming. I cut a slice of the Chocolate Salami and explained how the pattern made by the broken biscuits was what gave the dessert its name. As the guest baker, Joel got to taste it.

  "Wow, this is delicious. I think everybody should try this at home, you won't regret it." He sounded enthusiastic, but I could hear the strain in his voice and the effort he was making to appear that way.

  I finished the video with the regular reminders and turned the camera off, for real this time. I started wrapping the salami; I was afraid to look at Joel and see the tension in his eyes so instead of talking about what had happened, I only asked if he still wanted to take the salami home.

  "I'm going to head off if you don't need me anymore." Joel grabbed his stuff and walked toward the door before turning back only slightly, "Are you still coming on Saturday? To the memorial service?" He said in a shy voice that did not suit him.

  "Yes, of course, I am. My aunt is coming too." He nodded and left my apartment.

  I was left rooted to the spot, confused and worried. My heart felt like lead. The last time we kissed I didn't see Joel for 13 years. I knew he wouldn't go away now. We had planned our trip, and I knew he wouldn't back out from it, but something in my gut was telling me that my indulgence today had broken our budding friendship. I just hoped it wasn’t beyond repair.

  Chapter Twelve

  Joel

  I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept well for the last couple of days, which obviously didn’t help but it wasn’t just that. I was tired of so much heartache, of being alone, of wanting what I shouldn’t. David’s reaction to our kiss was surprising and heartrending in equal measure.

  Yes, I’d been the one to initiate the kiss, but the way he looked at me when he grabbed my finger and sucked it clean nearly made me cum in my pants. Every single lick of his tongue, every time his lips closed over mine he was there with me. I felt it everywhere. How could I have been wrong about it, unless there was more to it than met the eye.

  As I sat at my kitchen table with a coffee in my hand, I was trying to give myself a pep talk. Today was a day for my family, and I was going to be there supporting my grandparents, my great-grandma and my aunt and uncle. I knew it was going to be painful watching as my family laid my parents to rest, so today wasn’t about me and how much I missed them.

  Today was about my family.

  Deciding I would deal with one thing at a time I got up from the table and rinsed the coffee cup before I went to my grandparent’s house to pick up my great-grandma for the service.

  The drive to the Sanctuary was the distraction I needed because as it turned out my great-grandma had her own stories to tell about a particular young man and his Citroen 2CV.

  “His name was Julio. He wanted to take me out, but I wasn’t interested. I already had my eye on your great-granddad,” She said laughing lightly.

  “Julio went to my father to ask if he could to take me out dancing. My father knew I wasn’t interested, but Julio had been around showing off his new imported 2CV, and I’d mentioned once or twice that I’d love to drive it. He told Julio that if he let me drive his car, I may agree to go to the dance with him.”

  “You could drive?” I asked, surprised.

  “In those days it wasn’t the norm, but I worked as a secretary for a local businessman, and it was a requirement that I pick up his children from school, so he paid for me to learn. My dear, in a different life I would have quite enjoyed being a racing driver!” She sounded so animated recalling her youth, it was a pleasure to listen.

  “So what happened? Did he let you drive his car?” I asked curiously.

  “He did. I said I would go dancing with him if he let me drive it. I took him for a spin, of course, in those days there weren’t as many cars on the road, so I got to quite a speed. He didn’t enjoy the ride as much.” She almost sounded apologetic, almost.

  “Why not?”

  “The moment I stopped the car he got off and was sick right on the road, and then said he was probably going to give the dance a miss.”

  “So you got to drive your dream car and didn’t even have to put out. Avó, you sassy girl.” We were both laughing out loud by the time I pulled up at the Sanctuary car park. My great-grandmother looked younger when she smiled like that and I was sad that I would never get to see my mother’s laughter wrinkles from old age.

  My great-grandmother put her hand on my cheek and said looking into my eyes, “God only gives us what we can handle. Remember that, neto.”

  The rest of the morning took on a more serious note. The minister delivered a beautiful service, emotive, well written and inspirational.

  It wasn’t until the service ended that I saw David sitting a few pews behind me to my right. Our eyes met, and I felt unwavering support in his gaze. Regardless of what had happened between us and all the questions I had, I knew that as a friend David had my back, and that meant everything.

  Once my family scattered the ashes over the cliff, some people left while others hung back to express their condolences. I was surprised to speak to many people that knew my mom, but as many that had also met my dad and knew him well.

  David was standing back from the group of people still talking to my family, so I went over to him. “David, thank you so much for coming, it means a lot to me.”

  “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. The minister was kind to mention my mom and how they must in heaven looking down and watching over us. I’m not religious, but it’s a nice thought.” I took a step forward and hugged David. We stayed in like that, no words required, in each other’s arms for a minute just allowing ourselves a bit of comfort.

  We were interrupted by my great-grandmother who was accompanied by Teresa. “My dear, I’m going to go back with Teresa. You stay here a bit longer; I’m sure David won’t mind staying with you if you give him a lift back.” She said with intent, although I couldn’t tell what that was.

  “Er, yeah I don’t mind if that’s ok with you Aunt Teresa,” David said, and I swear there was a slight blush on his cheeks.

  We talked to a few more people who knew both our moms and my dad. When most people had left, we decided to go too. It was after lunchtime, and I was starting to get a bit hungry now that the morning events had finished. I also needed a cold drink after standing outside in the sun.

  “David, would you mind driving back?” If I was going to be in a car with David, I wanted to be able to look out of the window and think. Maybe I’d build enough courage to ask him what I needed to know.

  “And drive the old classic? You bet I don’t mind.” David said, pulling his keychain out of his pocket, “It’ll give me a chance to see if my key works on it
or not.” I punched his arm, “you dork!” knowing full well that it was his key that Chico had used to work on it.

  We drove back almost the same way I’d come, but at some point, I must have been distracted while looking out of the window because suddenly I realized we were at a beach. Not just any beach, we were at Fonte da Telha, our beach, the place we’d spent so much time as teenagers, and the backdrop of our first kiss.

  I couldn’t utter a single word when I looked at David, my mouth opening, and closing as if I was a fish. David chuckled and said, “Come on Nemo, we need to talk, and I’m hungry.

  There’s a snack-bar here that does the best bifana you’ll ever have.”

  At that prospect I got out of the car quickly, my mouth watering. It had been years since I had the Portuguese specialty that was pork steak sandwich.

  David paid for our bifanas and a cold drink, and we brought them back to the car. We were parked under the shade of a tree, so with the top of the car down, it was the perfect way to enjoy our lunch. It had been a long morning, so we ate in silence, just watching the lulling of the waves on the sand.

  “I’m sorry,” I said breaking the silence.

  “What? What are you sorry for?” David asked.

  “For making a move on you, for weirding out afterward. I...er I just, when you sucked my finger... I thought...” Jesus, it was like I lost the ability for coherent speech. “I’m sorry I left so quickly. We should have talked about it, but I guess I felt...” My voice trailed off and my sentence unfinished. I was looking ahead at the ocean, lacking the courage to look at David in the eye. How could I say I felt rejected by him and it had hurt more than I thought it would have?

  “Joel, look at me.” He said putting his warm hand on my forearm. “We are consenting adults. It happened, and it doesn’t have to be a big deal, but I am sorry I stopped it, and I am sorry I said I didn’t mean to kiss you.” He said it in such as relaxed manner as though it really wasn’t a big deal that we kissed. Maybe it hadn’t affected him in the same way as it had me. I could feel the disappointment building in the pit of my stomach.