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This is Really Hot

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Jim looked up from the enchiladas Sebastian had prepared for him.

Jim chewed uncomfortably. "What did you put in this?" he asked.

Sebastian happily ate his dinner. "A few drops of the chilli oil Heston gave us after that hit. Also, lots of that Cajun spice you made up. What's wrong? You don't like it?"

Jim swallowed a few more bites of the Mexican treat.

"Chilli oil, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. From Heston. Remember? He gave us cooking lessons as payment," Sebastian's interest was still on the TV, engrossed in Futurama.

Jim pushed his plate away. "This is really hot," he said, finally catching Sebastian's attention.

Sebastian's head swiveled around, before abandoning his plate and sitting next to Jim on the couch.

"Sorry, babe," he said, apologetically. "You know I like my food hot. Should've thought of that," he said.

"Yes. You should have," Jim replied, glaring at Sebastian.

"Won't do it again," Sebastian said, looking down.

"Now, now dear," Jim said, smirking. "You know I like *some* things hot..."

He pulled Sebastian's mouth down to his.