Nick was offering him a fingerful. Without thinking it through, AJ swooped forward and enveloped the laden finger. His eyes met Nick's as he sucked it clean, and it was like being punched in the gut, only much hotter and without the screaming pain. Nick's eyes, bright and blue and intense and, really, not innocent at all. AJ was caught. Nick's finger dipped to the bowl again, and AJ opened his mouth obediently as he felt something tracing his lower lip. Two fingers, with a smear of spicy stuff. He licked them, drew them in, worked on them. All the while, gazing up into Nick's intent stare.
Nick's fingers slipped out—AJ nipped at them—and a sweet, happy grin spread across Nick's face. "You want more?" he said, sunnily, and unzipped his pants.
AJ's mouth watered. Then Nick smeared the last fingerful of cake mix over his dick, his really very fine dick, and no power on earth could have kept AJ in his chair, he was on his knees between Nick's legs and licking and sucking like a starving man. Every scrap of the spiced goop first, and then the real deal, hot and delicious, filling his mouth, and Nick's hands stroking his face, Nick's voice high and breathy with encouragement, and the aroma of hot cinnamon apple cake in the air.
Nick sprawled back on the wooden kitchen chair. AJ knelt with his eyes closed and his mouth full of saltiness, until he felt large hands encourage him up, and he was spread across Nick's lap with Nick's hands unfastening his jeans. "You ate all the cake mix, man," Nick murmured, but it didn't really matter, because with Nick kissing him and Nick's hand wrapped around his dick, he didn't need anything else.
"I think I like cooking lessons," Nick said. And the timer pinged, and AJ was tumbled to the floor, but the cake was cooked and it was very good, and Nick was ecstatic, and they ate most of it without even waiting for it to cool. And then they went to bed, because some things were even better than spiced apple cake, and Nick, naked, was definitely one of them.
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Date: 2007-08-08 09:50 pm (UTC)Nick's fingers slipped out—AJ nipped at them—and a sweet, happy grin spread across Nick's face. "You want more?" he said, sunnily, and unzipped his pants.
AJ's mouth watered. Then Nick smeared the last fingerful of cake mix over his dick, his really very fine dick, and no power on earth could have kept AJ in his chair, he was on his knees between Nick's legs and licking and sucking like a starving man. Every scrap of the spiced goop first, and then the real deal, hot and delicious, filling his mouth, and Nick's hands stroking his face, Nick's voice high and breathy with encouragement, and the aroma of hot cinnamon apple cake in the air.
Nick sprawled back on the wooden kitchen chair. AJ knelt with his eyes closed and his mouth full of saltiness, until he felt large hands encourage him up, and he was spread across Nick's lap with Nick's hands unfastening his jeans. "You ate all the cake mix, man," Nick murmured, but it didn't really matter, because with Nick kissing him and Nick's hand wrapped around his dick, he didn't need anything else.
"I think I like cooking lessons," Nick said. And the timer pinged, and AJ was tumbled to the floor, but the cake was cooked and it was very good, and Nick was ecstatic, and they ate most of it without even waiting for it to cool. And then they went to bed, because some things were even better than spiced apple cake, and Nick, naked, was definitely one of them.