Zeb had a bit of a sweet tooth. Okay, so it was more than a bit of a sweet tooth. He very much liked sweets. Pretty much of any variety. Candy. Cake. Call it a snack, call it dessert, the sweeter the better.
The guys at the Hammer Club had been talking about the Cream and Beat Bakery lately. And not because of the punny name, but because the baked goods were apparently fantastic and the baker was amenable to making all sorts of naughty shapes as special orders.
Then Zeb caught site of the logo on a box that Oliver's Jack had brought in one afternoon -- a leather clad chef with a whisk in one hand and a whip in the other. Wow. Now he had to go.
The logo totally made him laugh, even now as he saw it in the window of the bakery, but the treats on display made his mouth water. If they tasted even half as good as they looked, they were going to be awesome. There were a half dozen different kinds of cookies, elaborate looking french pastries, lemon squares and fruit tarts, along with two elaborately decorated cakes, and Zeb found himself licking his lips even though he knew the treats in the window were for display only and were probably hard as rocks.
A bell sounded from over the door as he went in, cheery as it announced his entrance. The place was tiny and had no tables or chairs, only two showcases that looked like they'd been well picked over. Maybe he should have come in earlier when he would have had a better choice of goodies to choose from.
"Good morning." A short, lean guy in a white t-shirt and an apron stood there, cheekbones so sharp they could cut, dark eyes that stood out against the pale skin.
Oh, pretty man. Zeb smiled. "Good morning."
"What can I do you for?"
"I've heard you've got the best baked goods in town. Despite your propensity for bad puns," he added.
"Bad puns?" He got a wink, a chuckle. "We've got cookies, bars, muffins, and one banana cake slice left."
"Only one left? That must mean it's awesome. I'll have that and a cookie." He considered what was left in the showcase. Damn, it all looked good. "Oh, hell, give me one of everything. That way I'll know what I like for next time." Because he definitely wanted to come back. Between the sweet smell of the place and the adorable man behind the counter...
"Rock on." A box was put together in quick, efficient movements. Click click click.
Just like that he had baker's dozen of treats, along with the cake slice. Zeb handed over his money, but found himself reluctant to leave.
"You have any questions?" The guy asked. "We do custom work."
"Yeah? What kind of stuff?" He didn’t need any, but it gave him an excuse to spend more time here.
"Cakes, pastries, sugar work. Lots of cupcakes."
"What's your favorite thing to make?" He just didn't want to walk out and leave this guy behind. Not yet. Not until he'd made an impression. How crazy was that?
"Oh, I love to make the custom stuff, I guess. But cookies are fun."
"I love cookies. Of course I love cake, too. And candy. Bars." Zeb chuckled and admitted, "I have a bit of a sweet tooth."
"That's good for business."
The bell above the door chimed again and Zeb turned automatically to look. Tanny and Jim, some of the old guard from the club, walked in, looking as thick as thieves.
"Storm! Storm, tell me you could do it!" Tanny said.
"Have I ever let you two down?"
Jim laughed, and shook his head. "Never."
Zeb grinned. "Hey boys. I bet you're up to no good."
They both nodded, Jim blushing, but Tanny looking entirely unapologetic as he answered. "Absolutely! Storm, let's see!"
Storm went back to the kitchen and the two men started bouncing, their excitement level obviously ramping up.
When Storm brought out the box, still open, there were a dozen penises in it. Three each of four kinds. "You and your masters. Ta da!"
Zeb started to chuckle. Why was he not surprised that Tanny and Jim would do something like this? "I'm going to be discrete and not ask who's who."
"That's nice of you." Poor Jim's blushes got deeper. "Oh, they're perfect, Storm. Our Masters are going to love them!"
Storm beamed. "Just make sure they know I deleted the photos."
Oh Christ. Zeb's chuckles turned into full blown laughter at that.
Storm winked at him, and fuck, that was naughty and clever and his cock hardened like he was a teenager.
He watched Tanny and Jim giggle and laugh, the bell over the door ringing as they left.
"Like I said, I do custom work."
"So you do. That was... uh, very custom." And typical of a pair of naughty subs, in Zeb's opinion.
"You should see the ass cake."
"I'd rather just see your ass." Yeah, he'd said it.
The words fell out of his mouth and Storm's response was a chuckle. "That would be less than hygienic."
"Well, yeah, if we did it here."
Storm totaled him up, handed him his box. "Yeah. If we did."
"We could go have lunch somewhere, discuss the possibility of seeing your ass outside of here," he suggested.
"I would, but I have to work on custom stuff today, I'm sorry. Maybe coffee this evening?"
Zeb loved that Storm hadn't said no.