"Cheese Curds" - A Short Snippet (Patreon)

Based on the commission, "This one is up to you dear bouncy ball. Jean beach day — they’re in that lull of dating but not official. Bahahaha MC gets hit on. Just wanna see some cheeks flare."

You hadn't expected much from Danton Day. Or...really, you didn't have a baseline for it. You were sure there was going to be a parade at some point. And, leading up to the festival, you couldn't walk a few feet on Main Street without passing by a Danton flag, or streamers in Danton colors. But, now - on the official day - you have to admit, Danton parties well. 

Eli, of course, is already drunk. The last time you heard from them, they were on bar number five on the bar crawl and they were having a very, very good time. Jean and you, on the other hand, are on the Danton River boardwalk, the air filled with the smell of fried foods from the impressive line-up of food stalls, the music from a live band thumping steadily in your ears. 

You look over at Jean, and can't help but smile. They look so relaxed, their hair loose around their shoulders, and you're sure if you leaned in even closer, you could smell tea and lavender - something you've come to associate with Jean (although, this, you wouldn't admit to them until much later). 

"Cheese curds!" Jean exclaims, and you follow the line of their finger to a small stall, a woman scooping out golden brown curds from a boiling vat of oil. "We have to get them - I mean - "

Jean looks at you, that shyness again. "We don't have to get them - "

"We're getting them." You grin and place the order, handing over a few dollar bills. The woman passes over to you a cone filled with cheese curds, and you and Jean each pop one into your mouths at the same time.

Your teeth sink through the cheese - it's like heaven on earth. 

"Fuck - " You laugh, the curse slipping out. You can't even imagine what your face looks like right now, how silly you look probably - having a food orgasm from a piece of fried cheese - but Jean's face is equally as blissed out, and your eyes meet theirs, and you both burst out into giggles. 

"I'm going to get us some napkins," Jean says, and you tease them (come back soon, or there'll be nothing left), find yourself looking out over the Danton River - the water perfectly blue, the sun bright on the river's surface - and think, you have never been happier than this exact moment, that you want to bottle this moment up and carry it with you for the rest of time.

"Enjoying yourself?" a voice says, and you turn to see a handsome stranger, with a set of perfectly symmetrical dimples. 

"Absolutely," you say. 

The man smiles at you, dimples deepening, and it occurs to you quite quickly that he's probably hitting on you just as Jean reappears at your side, a stack of napkins at hand. 

"But it's much better now that you're back," you say to Jean, and you see Jean's blush at the same time you hear the man's chuckle, and you suppose he leaves, but really - you don't really care about him at all, not with Jean in front of you, cheeks red (and not from the sun, you're sure). 

"I think you scared him off," Jean says, and you pluck a cheese curd from the carton in your hand, offer it to them. To your surprise (and with no small thrill of pleasure), they eat it from your fingers, and you're almost sure that their lips brush against your skin, and you gaze back at them, hungry for more than the food in front of you. 

"Shall we?" you murmur, gesturing to one of the benches near the river - away from the food trucks, away from people, perfect for just the two of you (to finish up your snack, of course). 

They smirk at you, and you're reminded of a couple nights ago, that same smirk when their fingers tangled in your hair and tugged a gasp out of you, their tongue skimming the bottom of your lip and catching your moan. 

"Lead the way," they say.