Chris slid the money across the counter as he continued to try and ignore the disapproving sounds coming from his right.

"That stuff isn't good for you."

"I'm aware of that."

"So why are you buying it?"

A prolonged sigh preceded his answer.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because I'm hungry?"

Randy crossed his arms and shook his head.

"You are what you eat you know. There are loads of things you could have chosen instead of this."

He quickly reached out a hand and snatched up a bag of chips that Chris had chosen.

"It's full of fat...and salt...not to mention..."

In a move just as fast, Chris snatched it back and tore it open. As he watched Randy's eyes widen in horror he stuffed a handful into his mouth.

"Thanks Dr. Atkins," he managed to mumble. "But I'm a big boy. I can eat what I like."

Randy didn't know which was worse. The idea that Chris would even think about eating that stuff or the rain of potato chip crumbs that now decorated the front of his shirt.

"Man....watch what you're doing," he yelled as he dusted the particles from his chest.

Chris only continued to chew...and grin.

The girl behind the counter couldn't take her eyes from them. She had recognized them almost instantly but watching them now… bickering over food... lent a very surreal atmosphere to an already bizarre moment.

She held out her hand, intending to give Chris his change. Instead, he merely picked up the bag containing the food he had purchased and smiled at her.

"Keep the change. Consider it a reward for having to listen to one of Professor Orton's nutrition lectures."

He flashed her a wide smile, turned to Randy, and winked.

"Let's go. You can finish berating me in private."

Randy followed him out the door and back to their rental car, still obsessively flicking crumbs from his shirt.

It was the same thing every week. He would try and talk sense into Chris about the benefits of a healthy diet and Chris would respond by downing a bag of chocolate chip cookies.

The fact that Chris still managed to look so good was a constant source of amazement...and annoyance to Randy.

As they climbed back into the car, Chris tossed the bag he was holding into the back seat. But not before retrieving a bottle of soda from it.

Quickly twisting off the cap he took a long swallow and then offered it to his companion. "Want some?"

Nose wrinkling in distaste, Randy cringed back against the seat. "Haven't you ever heard of water?"

Chris laughed as he started the engine. "Come on Randy...live a little."

"If I start eating like you I can forget about living at all."

Chris let his head drop back against the seat. "How many times have I told you? I do this once in a while. It's not like I live on junk food. But sometimes you have to take what you can find. You know that. Besides...it tastes good."

Randy continued to frown, arms still folded across his chest, eyes cast downward.

Chris waited for a response but when he saw the corners of Randy's mouth begin to twitch he felt his heart leap. He knew that look. His young lover had shifted gears yet again. Something he did with alarming frequency.

"You know," he began quietly. "If you're really looking for something .....delicious...I think I have just the thing." He raised his head and that lopsided grin that had the power to make Chris do just about anything lit up his face.

"Oh really?" he replied, not doing a very credible job of hiding the rasp of sudden desire in his voice.

"Really."

Chris let a smirk of his own play across his lips. "But is it good for me? I mean...from what I understand there's no nutritional value at all in...."

His words were cut off by his lover's mouth, covering his in a deep, wet kiss. A warm hand slid inside the unbuttoned front of his shirt as Randy's tongue danced erotically, twisting slowly with his own.

"I think we talked enough about nutrition for one night," the younger man breathed into his ear. "It's time for some visual aids." Reaching down, he slid the zipper of his pants down and took Chris' hand. "You get the picture?"

Chris let his fingers brush against the insistent hardness he felt before squeezing gently. "Oh I get it all right. But you know what? I think I'd prefer a private meal. You know...just the two of us?"

He inclined his head slightly and Randy caught sight of the girl behind the counter peering in disbelief at them through the smudged glass of the convenience store window, mouth hanging open.

"Point taken," he murmured. "Just remember where we were."

Chris slid his fingers upward, brushing the tips lightly across the head of Randy's already leaking shaft. With a wicked glint in his eye he sucked them seductively then put the car into gear.

"Trust me. I won't forget."