Bread Porn:
写这段的原因:
http://abiroux.tumblr.com/post/45800117257/so-i-lost-a-bet-the-other-night(打赌打输了。。。)
When they stepped into Chiaparelli’s, the wind followed them and whipped into the foyer. Ryan Morelli was standing with his back to them, and he turned when the wind tugged at his trousers. His face lit up when he caught sight of Zane. Ty sighed hard. Ryan covered the foyer in two steps and gave Zane an impulsive hug, patting him on the shoulder as he stepped away.
“I was beginning to think you’d moved away!” Ryan said. He turned to Ty and took his hand, shaking it enthusiastically before grabbing two menus for them.
“It’s been a busy year,” Zane hedged.
“Well it’s good to see you, Zane,” Ryan said, and the warmth and sincerity in his voice made Ty kind of want to hit him. They followed him to the same table they’d been seated at so long ago, at the window on the edge of the main dining room. Ty glanced around as he shrugged out of his coat. The place wasn’t busy, with only a few late business lunches and little old ladies scattered at other tables.
Ryan placed the menus down and backed away so they could sit. “I’ll bring you some warm bread for starters, and then I want to hear what you’ve been up to,” he said with a point at Zane.
Zane grinned and nodded, watching Ryan as he walked away. But Ty watched Zane, his eyes narrowing. “Zane.”
Zane turned and met his eyes, a mischievous sparkle in them. “What? He’s got a nice ass.”
“You’re pushing me, Zane,” Ty threatened.
“Oh, what are you going to do, pick a fight with him to assert your dominance?”
Ty remained silent, a slow smile forming.
Zane blanched. “Ty,” he warned.
“What?” Ty asked, his voice full of innocence again.
“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, just don’t, you understand?” Zane growled.
“What? You wanted to eat here, I told you I’d ruin it forever, you didn’t care …” He shrugged, smiling again. “You reap what you sow, baby.”
“If you pick a fight here I’ll never forgive you.”
“I promise not to pick a fight,” Ty said, holding up his hand.
“That’s the girl scout pledge, Ty.”
“Still works.”
Ty caught Ryan returning out of the corner of his eye and he leaned back. Zane gave him one last warning glare as he placed his napkin in his lap. Ty flashed a winning smile as he mirrored Zane’s actions.
Ryan approached, grinning widely, and he placed a basket of bread and a plate on the table with a flourish. He poured olive oil into the spices on the plate. “Are we ready to order drinks or an appetizer?”
Zane asked for fried cheese, which Ty remembered being pretty damn good. That was unfortunate, because he doubted Zane would make it to the appetizer. They ordered tea and water, then Ryan left them again.
Zane leaned forward and uncovered the bread as he met Ty’s eyes and smiled. “Oh my God, it’s still the same as it used to be,” he almost moaned as he picked up a piece and tore it apart.