It was a sprig of mistletoe that changed chef Nicholas Craig. A sprig of mistletoe with a dash of salt. Nick is not much of a whiz in school except in domestic studies. So it's no surprise that he forgoes regular college for cooking school where he meets Georges Roznoir or Rosie. The school is so strict with separating the females with the males that anyone caught inside the room of the other gender will be kicked out. Nick is disappointed that his cherry will not be popped by any of the girls in the school. Just as well because when the school Christmas party arrives and the students had a little too much to drink, Nick grabs Rosie and kisses him under the mistletoe. From kisses to sucks to full-on intimacy, Nick and Rosie bake their cakes and eat it too. But the school is only a two-year program. What happens when they graduate and are thrown into a sea of more delicious pastries? *sexy gay romance for mature audiences Sample 1: I then stood up and with the sprig of mistletoe in my hand, got up onto my bed and straddled my legs to stand on and fixed it on the horrible lamp shade that hung from the ceiling. I nearly fell over when I got down but was satisfied to see it hanging there and beckoned Rosie to come over to me as I now stood beneath it. 'I haven't wished you a Merry Christmas yet, ' I slurred. 'Come and give me a kiss.' He stood up, nearly falling over and came round between the beds and into my arms. 'Merry Christmas, ' I said and held him close to me and we kissed. Sample 2: 'Nicky, ' he began after giving me a kiss. He now always called me Nicky when in bed ever since we had started fucking each other. 'Nicky. I'm going to miss this, ' he said as he held my manhood in his hand, slowly moving it as he gently squeezed it. I turned my face to him and saw that he had tears in his eyes. 'Also being in bed with you every night. Can't we somehow stay together?' Our minds might have been on different tracks, but we were going in the same direction for I had had the same thought running through my mind. 'Rosie, Rosie, darling, ' I said, my voice a little choked up with emotion at seeing those tears of his. 'I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be than with you. I've not been looking forward to this course ending and..., and us having to part.' Holding his dick in my hand doing the same as he was doing to me. 'Have you any ideas, for I have?'