The entree round begins! Who will cook the best dish? Who will cook the better soup? Find out... not in the next segment.
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(1.) [Mia] Somebody here did not fully follow the rules of Diced Junior.
(2.) [Carlo] And that would still be Lewis! A producer pointed out to us that Lewis here did not use the vegetables that were in the flatbread. We didn't even notice since the flatbread was so burnt.
(3.) [Lewis] Oh, I was supposed to use EVERYTHING from each basket ingredient? Anyway, thank you for the opportunity, judges.
(4.) [Mia] Thank you, Lewis. Please audition for Diced once you're older. We'd love to see you compete again.
(5.) [Lewis] Well, I already came to terms with being eliminated before they announced it. Maybe I will try Diced someday.
(6.) [Dulce] Bye, Lewis!!
[Alex] You did good, man.
[Rubiya] We'll miss you.
[Lewis] Bye, everyone. Good luck.
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(9.) [Andrea] Chefs, please report back to your stations. Your baskets for the entree round have been placed.
(10.) [Dulce] Wow, they move fast here.
(11.) [Andrea] Inside your baskets, you'll find jicama, hatch green chiles...
(12.) [Andrea] ...goat chops, and chana masala.
(13.) [Rubiya] I'm pleasantly surprised with these ingredients! They won't be hard to combine. However, the real challenge here will be the time limit while using these complex items.
(14.) [Dulce] Yes! My mom is Mexican, so I am very familiar with jicama and chiles. Also, my mom's friend taught me how to cook some Indian dishes, so I know how to work with masalas. I haven't cooked goat yet, but I should be able to figure it out.
(15.) [Alex] I'm happy with the ingredients, just a lil worried about the chiles. Good thing I've cooked goat lotsa times by now.
(16.) [Andrea] Chefs, the 30-minute timer starts now!
(17.) [Rubiya] I'm making chana masala goat tacos with a green chile salsa and jicama dip.
(18.) [Rubiya] Tacos aren't necessarily easy to make, but with my thirty-minute time limit and these beautiful ingredients, this is the way to go! I'll incorporate the ingredients well. If only I could make the tortillas from scratch, but it is what it is.
(19.) [Dulce] I'm making a tomato soup with goat, jicama, chana masala, and hatch green chiles. I'll add sweet potatoes, onion, kidney beans, and green bell peppers.
(20.) [Dulce] There's a lot of things to dice and chop while also making sure the goat and sweet potatoes are thoroughly cooked, but I want to push myself. Also, the judges seemed to really like how I play with many different ingredients, so I want to do that again.
(21.) [Alex] I'm making an egusi soup with cubed goat meat, hatch green chiles, spiralized jicama, and chana masala. My other ingredients are tomatoes, onions, and spinach.
(22.) [Alex] Well, there aren't any egusi seeds here, so I have to use pumpkin seeds instead. I'll keep the name though, it sounds fancier that way.
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(24.) [Andrea] Judges, any thoughts and opinions so far?
(25.) [Sofia] We love how confident these young contestants are.
[Mia] However, we also noticed how Alex and Dulce are both making soups. Unfortunately, that will make our judging harsher because we are going to have to compare the two.
(26.) [Carlo] Tsk, tsk. They should have thought more outside the box. Also, Dulce really has to watch the time. Andrea, please check on the contestants.
[Andrea] Will do, Carlo!
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Eddie doesn't know how they got here, he really doesn't.
One second it's the two of them, hanging out in Steve's room, listening to Steve's admittedly not-so-shitty music, and the next... well, the next they're sitting side by side on Steve's big bed, so close that their shoulders press together, with their pants down around their ankles and their hands on their respective dicks.
It's... yeah. It's yeah.
Eddie's trying not to look over at Steve — he isn't sure if he's allowed to. He wants to, but he doesn't know what the rules are here. It's not like he's ever done something, anything, like this before, jerking off with a friend. Jesus fucking christ. He doesn't want to make Steve feel weird if he does ... though, really, Eddie isn't so sure how Steve doesn't feel weird about this in the first place — looking or not. It's one of Eddie's wildest dreams come to life and even he feels weird about it.
He can peek out of his peripherals, though, and he does. Sees the way Steve's bicep flexes as he moves his hand, his arm; sees the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, as he pants. Because, jesus christ, Eddie can hear him panting.
In his distracted haze, Eddie's hand catches against the head of his dick and he has to bite down, hard, on his lip to keep from whining. No way is he going to draw attention to himself like that.
But Steve's attention is already on him. His head, it lolls to the side, right against Eddie's shoulder, the corner of his wet lips searing into Eddie's skin.
And fuck, fuck. Eddie's breath hitches, his hand stutters. He picks up the pace, just a little bit, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head as the soft sounds of skin on skin to his left speed up too, matching his pace.
Steve's head shifts then, turns so his chin digs into Eddie's shoulder now. Eddie can feel Steve's eyes on him, looking. Not at what's going on between his legs, though — at his face. His eyes, his cheek, the slope of his nose, the bow of his lips. Like those pieces of Eddie are so much more compelling, so much more enticing to him.
Eddie suppresses a shiver, and squeezes his hand tighter around himself, twisting his wrist too. He swallows down a groan, exhales heavily. His eyelids flutter, his jaw clenches.
And he turns his head towards Steve.
Almost immediately it's too much. The way Steve's watching him, with those big, glossy eyes. The way the warm hazel of his irises has nearly disappeared beneath his pupils. The way his lips are red, shining, bitten.
Eddie's chin drops towards his chest, and Steve's head tips forward, just enough for them to meet halfway. Their foreheads press together, and Eddie has to close his eyes.
It's way too much.
Steve's breathing heavy. Eddie can hear each soft little sound he makes on every exhale, and he can feel his breath fanning hot against his cheek, his lips. It makes the heat in his belly curl tighter, pushes him closer to the edge.
Steve's nose bumps into Eddie's then, and Eddie's breath catches in his throat. He doesn't know how Steve got so close, doesn't know why, but there he is. There he is.
And then the next thing he knows there's a pair of lips against his own, warm and wet and so soft. It's tentative, barely even a kiss — nothing yet. Just Steve testing the waters.
And Eddie is receptive, oh is he receptive. He opens his mouth for Steve, slots their lips together, lets him in.
And then they're kissing — really kissing.
Eddie's heart jumps in his chest, and so does his cock where it rests, momentarily forgotten against the palm of his hand.
His strokes start back up then, quick and relentless, and he gasps into Steve's mouth, bites at his lips, kisses like he needs it.
It isn't until Steve's hand knocks Eddie's own out of the way so it can curl around Eddie's cock instead that Eddie finally fucking loses it. He doesn't know how he lasted this long in the first place — not with Steve touching himself right next to him, not with Steve kissing him like he's lost in the desert and Eddie is the last drink of water.
All it takes is a brush of Steve's thumb over the tip of his dick and Eddie comes harder than he ever has in his entire life.
He doesn't get the chance to get his own hand on Steve in return because Steve follows quickly after him. He comes with the prettiest expression twisting up his face and this soft, breathy moan that sounds a lot like Eddie's name, and jesus christ, if Eddie hadn't just blown his own load he surely would have then and there. Even still, his dick gives a valiant twitch of interest anyways.
They're not even really kissing anymore, just breathing into each other's mouths as they ride out the shockwaves.
But then,
"Fuck," Steve breathes as he comes down, forehead slipping from Eddie's and falling back down to Eddie's shoulder.
Eddie follows the movement, lets his neck roll to the side. He takes in the sated glow that radiates off of Steve, the boneless dip of his shoulders, the loose line of his spine. Thinks some of that might be reflected in his own body, too.
He hasn't felt this good in a while.
Steve must sense Eddie's stare when after a few seconds more, his head tips up so he can meet Eddie's gaze. A dopey smile pulls at his mouth. "We should definitely do that again sometime," he says with this fluttery little laugh.
Eddie's heart skips in his chest then clenches tight. He doesn't know what to say back to that, thinks fuck, yeah, please might be too much for whatever... this is. So he just stays quiet instead, doesn't say anything back. Lets his loose body language and his own indulgent smile be answer enough.
Because Steve is right — fuck indeed.
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