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Technically most of Mack’s calls and texts are about the party, still. (Or they begin that way.) The brushing into each other, the casual encounters at the apartment, are strictly business. (That’s the original justification, anyway. Mack seems to be always at the apartment, lately, every day. Isn’t he shooting the show at all? He surely seems to be getting a lot of free time.) And he’s not working either Sara or Sam hard enough, because they barely ever get to be the ones to pick up his coffee and cake for him. Although the bakery is getting an awful lot of custom, from Mack personally and from the cast and crew of the show in general, so Caspar shouldn’t complain. It’s not half the time or most of the time that Honey Bunny’s is patronised by them any more. It’s practically all the time, pretty much.

Suspicious, isn’t it?

Not that his two buddies and contacts are missing from the scene, no, not at all, not so much. He isn’t so lucky as to have got rid of them entirely, Caspar thinks despairingly. Because of course they congratulate themselves on manoeuvring Mack into a place where he’s acting like Caspar is a prize to be won, not a casual hook-up that was always going to be offered on a plate. (They don’t put it like this. But Caspar is kind of thinking like this.) Not that either of them, and certainly Sara, will admit to any machinations at all.

Partially because Caspar would run around after them waving a meat-chopper if they did, if they admitted it. Well, maybe. He would want to, he would talk about doing it, in any case.

They expect continual updates, continual entertainment, a constant updating and reporting of the latest events in the Mack-pursues-Caspar saga. The calls and texts and dragging him out for beers and the latest story, it never ends.

If he’s not careful, Sara will be writing a treatment and getting a screenplay optioned based on these last few weeks and months. A sweet little rom-com, perhaps with the genders of the participants tinkered with a little bit.

And if she does that, he might have to re-think the whole meat-chopper idea.

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It’s probably meant to be hurtful. But Caspar almost comes around to Adam, by the time he and Sandy have finished falling around the back room sniggering and reading it out aloud to each other, not quite loud enough to be heard out front. (He hopes.) Then he splodges some coffee icing on doughnuts without any of his usual care and attention. Sandy malevolently points out that a few have come out as mis-shapes, put to one side for staff snack-breaks and lunch. One is definitely – once she points it out – butt-shaped, two doughnuts merged in the hot oil into one. (It could be a heart, if you turned it upside down. But that’s Sandy for you.)

And – with a lot of prodding and giggling from Sandy, and he has to blame her because it’s totally her idea and her egging him on into it – he glazes the misshape, and takes his icing nozzle, fills it with pink royal sugar-paste. And he delivers his own message right back at Adam. ‘Mack seems to like it fine!’ He and Sandy look at the end result critically, and Sandy notes, ‘Should have made the glaze pink too.’

‘I think it gets the message across,’ Caspar decides. They package it up along with the rest of Adam’s order, and Sandy exits, snickering.

***

It’s not as if Mack quits with prodding and texting and slyly turning up to ambush Caspar, in between courtship gambits. (And Caspar is beginning to accept that that is what’s going on. He’s thinking of beginning to treat it as an Olympic event, and maybe marking each tactic and opening volley with a score out of ten. Maybe it would get Mack to up his game. Because Caspar isn’t impressed, yet. Or he isn’t impressed enough, yet.

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Cupcake Kissin’ 57 – Alex Ankarr free online gay romance serial

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Caspar is still laughing when he gets in his car to go home.

***

He quite thinks he’s seen the last of Adam, of course, and he isn’t one bit sorry about that. But not quite. There are two more incidents where he stumbles across Adam’s path, and both are a little bit enlightening. In the first – two days after Caspar has avoided having dinner with Mack at the apartment – Adam once again pollutes the lovely and well-ordered environs of Caspar’s business. Fortunately he’s in the back – making the dough for the sweet rolls – when the asshole decides to make his appearance. But Caspar’s staff know him pretty well by now, and they know plenty, plenty more than anyone should have to, about Adam too. They know enough to warn him – discreetly – about Adam’s presence in the store. And enough, too, to disclaim any knowledge of his presence on the premises, when Adam begins to make loud unsubtle hints about their ‘manager’, ‘co-worker’, the ‘guy with the weird eyes’, and finally, ‘Caspar. I suppose his name is Caspar.’

Caspar doesn’t go out to greet or speak to him – not because he’s afraid of the idiot, but because it’s amusing to frustrate him in his attempts to lure Caspar out, presumably to hurl abuse and accusations. He only stands and snickers behind the bake-room door, invisible, as Adam reluctantly buys a minimal quantity of cakes, then stands indecisively at the counter, holding up the queue. ‘Is there anything else I can get you, sir?’ Sandy asks, loud and polite. She detests Adam, by reputation. Caspar has been indiscreet, has told her more than he should.

Mumbling sulkily, Adam orders more doughnuts, and asks for the coffee glaze icing that they’ve run out of on display temporarily. (Deliberately, of course. Never nothing if not knowingly an asshole, Adam.) And while she goes in back to put in the request for more, he slips her a note. ‘And can you pass that on to your… Caspar? When you get the opportunity?’ It’s less dry, and more blatantly sarcastic, but Sandy only gives him a synthetically sweet smile.

‘Certainly, sir!’

Once in back she rolls her eyes at Caspar, and chucks the bit of paper at him. ‘What a loser,’ she murmurs, quiet. ‘What does it say?’

Caspar contemplates just lobbing the note into one of the great ovens, letting it burn up and never bothering his head with the utter rubbish that must surely come out of Adam’s. But who is capable of doing that sort of thing, confronted with a rival’s malice, really? It says, ‘Fine, you win, service staff. For as long as it lasts. He has a thing for slumming, but his family are not going to accept you. But stick with the pink, it does things for your ass. It needs all the help it can get.’

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Like Mack dumping the stir-fry, turning the hob off and coming after him. (In an apron, Caspar notices. It’s nice to have the roles reversed for once.) Mack moves fast, and it’s not as if Caspar is going to run away from him. It’d only encourage the bastard to pursue.

No, he only turns around at the entry of the corridor that leads to the outer staircase. (He’s already called out his farewells, done the civil thing. He’s not a ruffian, not a barbarian. He gave adequate warning. Just the minimum of it, that’s all.) And as Mack gets closer, homes in and gets up close, Caspar puts out one finger. It’s his means of warding the big handsome brute off, and it’s also his tool for making mockery of him. A fingertip to the apron, in the middle of Mack’s chest, holds him at bay and seems to transfix him. He takes a hold of Caspar’s arm by the wrist, and squeezes just enough to be warm, to be a caress of a sort. And he smiles. ‘Oh, did you think you’d get away without a proper good-bye?’ he teases, and Caspar sees him coming, before he can land a kiss on Caspar’s lips. Not that he can get away quite far enough to avoid it altogether. (Not that he’s going to yank himself away with sufficient vehemence to do that. Undignified, for one thing, and a little insulting to Mack. He’s not a sex pest, for God’s sake. And also he doesn’t really want to. The kiss on the cheek that he does allow is nice. It’s gentle, and warm, and leaves a tingling flush on his cheek. But when Mack goes in for another, angles himself around for better access, then Caspar does break away.

Then he’s off down the steps, allowing himself a reproving glance up. Mack leans on the metal railing as he goes, and watches him go. ‘Make sure furry!Mack takes good care of furry!Caspar,’ he calls, after Caspar. Amusement is tinged maybe a little with frustration in his voice. Bloody cheek of the man, Caspar thinks. He has certainly not – not officially – called his pink-clad teddy-bear Caspar. And in any case, even if he had…

‘Mack is a panther,’ he calls back up the stairs, thin but loud enough to carry. ‘Caspar is a teddy-bear. I think there’s liable to be more eating and less taking care of, if I let them loose together.’ And he’s down a flight, two, smirking, before Mack’s reply echoes down to him, reproving.

‘Oh, eating, yes, more of that. More on that subject. Mack will take care of Caspar, you’ll see! Caspar can trust him! I will see you tomorrow, Caspar!’

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But no, no, turns out shooting is cancelled, and it’s Sara and Mack as a package deal. Along with take-out ordered in, and a slyly casual slide into a purely social evening, or at least Caspar can tell that that’s the plan. He’s not an idiot, he can feel out a vibe like anyone can, especially when every strictly businesslike query about whether Mack would like the chocolate or the coffee nibbles, if he wants the band to start up with the easy listening early or late, is countered with a suggestion that they deal with it tomorrow. And, ‘God, Caspar, just relax, here, have a drink, come look at the new painting Mack just bought, oh see, Mack wants you to come taste the salad leaves, I might just nip into the little girls’ room and powder my nose and I’m getting really tired…’

Oh hell no. Because Sara is clearly, absolutely complicit in intending to foist Caspar off into Mack’s waiting hands. And – whatever end this whole dance comes to, what comfortable fall on a mattress or awkward friendly distance – Caspar isn’t falling dupe to anyone else’s machinations. He has plenty of machinations of his own, thank you.

So he plays just dumb enough to frustrate, but he gets the bare bones of what he came to do, with or without Sara’s assistance – the specifications and the measurements and the choices – done. Even though it means weaving around Mack and his subtle drawings into chats, even with two beers he hadn’t intended to imbibe inside him, even with Sara repeatedly dragging him back to the kitchen, the seating area. Even with Sara finally actually shoving him down amongst the cushions and sitting on him for a minute or two. (But he’s ticked off his tick-sheet by then, so it does her no good.)

And then he makes his excuses and leaves, because no. Maybe not no permanently, maybe not a no that’s unqualified and comprehensive. But a no to anything he has to be tricked and shoe-horned, cozened and flattered into. No, to all of that. He needs to think this through, and he needs… He needs to know that it’s a good idea.

When she accepts that he’s going and there’s no dissuading him, then Sara storms out ahead of him, mightily displeased. ‘If he gets back with Adam I’m holding you personally responsible,’ she manages to breathe out almost inaudibly in his ear, as she passes. It’s a little bit chilling. Sara is a lovely woman. And also a little bit ruthless. But he brushes it off, because he has other concerns, right about then.

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Next thing Mack tries, or his attempt at a further advance in Caspar’s affections, is more flowers. ‘No points for originality,’ Caspar whispers to Millie, peering out from the bake-room, into the front of the shop. Mack himself is barely discernible under a mountain, a forest, a jungle of greenery, shrubbery, and violently colourful floral efflorescences all packaged with a surely over-the-top, superfluous quantity of bows and ribbons and boxes and cellophane. ‘But credit for turning up himself, at least.’

Millie punches him in the shoulder. ‘You are heartless,’ she hisses, ‘you cold-blooded reptile. Look, see how sweet he is, all sweaty from carrying them and trying to persuade Sandy to admit that you’re here and to come and get you. And handsome,’ she adds. ‘Famous and handsome and rich and he likes you, and you’re making him stand in a queue to give you flowers. What a bastard you are, Caspar.’

‘Someone should take a picture,’ Caspar says thoughtfully. ‘It might be worth good money. Could fund the bakery’s next expansion or keep the website going.’ Millie punches him some more, but he doesn’t feel bad.

He does see Mack again that day anyway, although he’s not supposed to. It’s the final ten days or couple of weeks’ run-up to the party, the event of the year, also known as Mack’s birthday. (Not that he appears to take that much interest in it as such. Rather more, he appears to regard it as a necessary blow-out that constitutes a civility and a bit of hospitality to everyone who has crossed his path and done him a service in the course of filming his show over the year. Which is very admirable, really. It’s not that Caspar is disputing the fact that Mack is basically sound, a nice guy.)

All the last-minute prep is getting pretty crazy, though, and making Caspar crazy into the bargain. (Which maybe, possibly, accounts for just how vehement – how stubborn – how sly his response to Mack’s courtship is, has been. Yes, he thinks that they can probably describe it as courtship at this point. It’s not the hole-in-corner impulsive advances Mack has thought good enough until now. Maybe Caspar is a little harsh about that. But he’s wary, still. He’s not convinced yet, not quite.)

So he’s supposed to be meeting Sara at the apartment, and to the best of his knowledge Mack is night-shooting a marina scene for the benefit of next season’s crazy-ass bounty-hunter shenanigans on his show. (Which Caspar has almost stopped watching – almost. He still sees the new episodes. He just doesn’t re-watch, or comb the web and fan-sites about it. Much. Any more.)

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He doesn’t sound at all doubtful about the outcome, about Caspar’s response. Why should he? He’s probably had what he considers enough encouragement from Caspar, these last weeks and months. Caspar hasn’t exactly been fighting him off, not nearly as much as he should have been. And now he’s a single man, he’s probably thinking, yeah, Caspar will jump at it.

Except, no, no, Caspar thinks, firmly, quite firmly. Caspar won’t, not lickety-split like that. Not for the price of a couple of soft toys. He’s quite nice, friendly in response, though. ‘Sorry, I have work to do. I guess I might see you at your place tomorrow. The decorators are going to be round doing the drapes and flowers. Or at the bakery, if you come for your cake yourself. Thanks for the new pets, though! I will name the big cat after you. There’s something about the eyes, and the toothless bite, it just reminds me…’

And with that bit of cheek he’s done. He doesn’t give in, and that’s despite a whole lot of chat and wheedling on Mack’s part, that gets progressively less cocky, but no less persuasive and insistent. When he clicks the call off, his evening is still free.

Mack is going to have to try a little harder than that. Caspar isn’t to be won by a couple of furry stuffed animals. ‘Am I, boo?’ he asks, pulling the wolf up to his face and gurning at it cheerfully. ‘No, Mack, I am not!’

This is, of course, the point at which Sandy walks into the back room, clocks him standing talking earnestly to a stuffed animal, and walks immediately back out again. She’s shaking her head and muttering to herself, and possibly laughing too. Caspar considers it very shocking and disrespectful, to her employer. ‘Terrible,’ he says to furry!Mack. ‘Absolutely terrible. Chew the stuffing out of her for me, furry Mack.’

***

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