Pineapples & Chocolate

Ben sighed impatiently as he wheeled his shopping cart through the grocery store around the corner from his apartment. He tossed a few random items into his cart, eyes constantly scanning, taking in everything—and everyone—around him. He needed something to satisfy his craving. Nothing in his cart would do. He was hungry, but it wasn't for food.

Instead, he was in search of something he could really make a meal out of. But so far nothing—no one—had manage to catch his attention as he rolled the cart through the aisles, prowling.

Moving down the pharmacy aisle he remembered he was out of vitamin C and grabbed a bottle of his usual brand. A familiar package nearby caught his eye. Flintstones Vitamins. Ben remembered taking those as a child. His older sister used to tease him because he refused to eat the ones shaped like Dino, the Flintstones’ pet dinosaur. The memory made him chuckle softly. Now they had gummy vitamins or extra calcium. Hell, if Ben had kids he wouldn’t even know which one to buy. It was so much simpler when he was a kid. He shook his head and returned to the task at hand.

He stopped at the end of the frozen food aisle and noticed a guy who was definitely worth watching. Slim and dark, with rich brown hair that just brushed his collar, the guy was reading the label on a carton of Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Even from half an aisle away, Ben could see how good-looking he was: full, slightly pouty mouth and finely chiselled features. The guy shook his head and returned the ice cream to the freezer, then pulled out a carton of frozen yogurt. He scrutinized this carton as well and eventually put it back.

Watching his figure. Well, so am I. Ben smiled to himself as he let his gaze take in the trim, healthy look of the guy. Just then the guy turned and looked over in Ben's direction. Fuck, I don't want him to think I'm checking him out. Hoping to be less obvious about his ogling, Ben grabbed the nearest item, a jar of chocolate sundae topping and pretended to examine it.

As the guy moved away, Ben noticed his cute, tight, perfectly rounded ass and the way his jeans were just tight enough to show it off. He imagined drizzling the chocolate sauce over the guy's cock and balls, then slowly licking it off till the guy begged Ben to fuck him. Talk about a nut sundae! Ben's pants suddenly felt about two sizes too small and he looked down to realize his hard-on was embarrassingly obvious. He stood closer to his cart and hoped no one would notice. He tossed the chocolate sauce in—wishful thinking—and adjusted himself as unobtrusively as possible before moving in the direction tall, dark and fuckable had gone.

Of course the guy would head straight for the produce section and not the snack aisle. Ben rolled his cart in that direction, watching the guy pick through a bin of honeydew melons for just the right one, slightly squeezing each, then holding it up to sniff. It was even a turn-on watching him touch the fruit; caress it, with a rapturous smile on his face until he found the perfectly shaped, ripe juicy melon.

Ben knew a few other ways to put a smile like that on a guy's face. He watched and waited until his quarry had stopped again—this time in front of the pineapples—and decided to take his chance. He moved toward his goal, grabbing a token orange and banana on the way, like he was actually shopping.

"Hey, how can you tell if these things are ripe?" Ben grinned and motioned to the pineapples. Up close, the guy was even hotter, and Ben tried to act casual though his pulse was racing. The guy gave him a polite half-smile, just this side of disdain. Probably lots of guys came up to him like this. Ben saw the frown deepen as the guy glanced into his cart. Apparently BBQ kettle chips, cheddar goldfish and chocolate sauce didn't impress him, and he wasn't fooled by the banana and orange. But he picked up a pineapple from the bin and answered Ben's question anyway.

"You look for the color. One that's more yellow than green. And it should smell sweet."

"Yeah? That's pretty easy."

“Look for one that feels heavy, it means it’s really juicy.”

Damn, the way he said “juicy” sent a jolt toward Ben’s cock and his brain disconnected. He kept his gaze on the helpful hunk while he reached for a pineapple—and dropped it almost as quickly when the spiky leaves bit into his hand. "Fuck!" It rolled under his cart and he crouched to retrieve it, banging his head on the handle when he straightened up.

The guy was gone. Yup, this was one craptastic evening. Ben had just scared off the hottest guy in the place. The guys left were pretty slim pickings and Ben decided he'd rather go home alone. He'd nearly given up when he saw the guy at the check stand, and rolled up right behind him.