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Still, yum.
"I'm right behind you, man."
"Like the view?" Brian asked, grinning over his shoulder.
"You know it." He pulled on a pair of sweats. "I'll like it
better stirring brownie batter."
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Brian laughed. "Oh, now I see how it is." After a brief stop
to clean up, he headed for the kitchen, and Chris followed
him.
Brian started pulling ingredients down onto the counter,
grabbing the little notebook he had all sorts of recipes in. "I
had a roommate who made these amazing brownies."
"Yeah?" He dug out a block of cheese and some pickles
and, oh...
Chicken breast.
Brian bumped their hips together. "What are you doing?
We're making brownies."
"Uh. Snack? Pre-brownie snack." He grinned around the
pickle in his mouth. "Want some?"
Brian grinned and nodded, leaning in to steal an end right
out of his mouth.
Oh. Food and kisses. Good idea. "Keep stirring."
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a one-track
mind?" Brian bit at his bottom lip and started putting the
ingredients together.
"Oh, yeah. Rob has the multi-tasking part of the brain."
Chicken ... oh. Mustard. Lettuce. Sandwiches.
"I suppose I can't complain; that focus is part of why
you're so good. Oh, that looks good, make me one, too."
Brian stirred, the chocolate concoction starting to look like
brownie batter instead of goo.
"You want a glass of milk? Ooh ... there's coleslaw." He
started making them both a plate.
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"Yeah, milk sounds good but I want it with my brownies
more than the chicken, so if there's not enough I'll go with
water for now."
Brian poured the brownies into the pan, put the pan in the
oven, and then held out the batter-covered spoon. "Preview?"
"Mmm." He leaned over, balancing the plates, and licked.
Oh.
Oh, hell yes.
His eyes rolled back in his eyes from the pure
chocoliciousness.
Was that a word?
"Oh, man. I'm not sure you look that blissed out when we
make love." Brian's lips covered his, tongue sliding in briefly.
"It does taste good, though."
"Uh-huh." He stole another kiss, and another. Sweet. Rich.
Chocolaty. Chris approved.
Brian grabbed the plates from him, putting them on the
counter before running his finger through the batter left in the
bowl. They feasted on it together, more chocolate, more
Brian. Yummy.
Then they ate the sandwiches, leaning against each other,
both starting to blink slower and slower, getting sleepy again.
Brian licked his fingers clean, and he returned the favor, the
clean up turning into more slow kisses, the counter holding
them up.
It was almost a shock when the timer went off, buzzing
loudly.
The brownies were lopsided, one end a little ... crusty, but
the other end looked more than edible.
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"Mmm. I'll pour us some milk. Oh. Hot. Hothothot!" He
sucked in air, cooling off the bite he'd stolen.
Brian shook his head. "Impatient."
The glasses were put on the counter, Brian grinning at him
as he cut the rest of the brownies and took a couple more out
of the pan, hand waving over them to help speed the cooling
process.
"Uh-huh. Good. Hot. Good, though." Oh. Cold milk. Better.
Brian nibbled, seeming more intent on watching him than
eating. Oh, that grin was too much, Brian's eyes dancing
laughing at him. Then Brian leaned in and licked at the corner
of his mouth. "Tastes better from your lips." Brian's face got
red. "Damn, that was cheesy."
"Yeah, but I won't tell." He scooted closer, fed Brian a bite
and then kissed the man.
Mouth opening wide, Brian groaned and tangled their
tongues together. The taste of the chocolate mixed with their
own flavors, rich and good and sweet.
Oh. Oh, good. He crawled onto Brian's lap, hands framing
the man's face. Arms wrapping around him, Brian gave back
as good as he got, the kisses going deeper, harder, the
chocolate just an added bonus instead of the point now.
"Mmm. Hey." He grinned and pulled Brian back onto the
sofa, then dove back into the kisses.
Brian laughed, the sound filling the kisses until it turned
into eager, hungry noises that matched the way their lips
smacked together and the way Brian's fingers slid over his
skin.
God, Brian felt so good. This felt so good.
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He wasn't really desperately horny, but it really did feel
good, just to snuggle, to press in and rub. He'd missed this
with his other lovers, this sort of ... lazy touching. Smiles and
sighs and happy noises filled his mouth again and again,
Brian making no bones about how he liked what they were
doing.
Eventually their lips parted, Brian's mouth sliding on his
skin. "I love the way you taste."
"Chocolaty." He stretched and pressed, finding the perfect
places he fit against Brian.
A soft laugh was his answer, Brian's breath scooting across
his skin and sending a shiver through him. "A little bit
chocolaty. A little bit salty. And something else that I don't
recognize but is good."
"Soap?" Brian's mouth hit a hot spot and he jerked,
arching toward that tongue.
That earned another laugh and Brian's teeth scraped over
his skin, tongue sliding to soothe and tease in their wake.
"Not soap. You."
"You ... you sure?" Oh, that was cool. Do it again.
"Of course I'm sure soap tastes like shit. And I should
know; my mom washed my mouth out with it once." Brian
chuckled and scraped over that hot spot again, this time his
lips nibbling it after.
"Bri. Oh, shit." His head lifted so he could watch, hips
rocking a little.
Brian hummed, hands sliding to push their sweats down
just far enough to release their pricks. Both hot and hard,
they rubbed together as Brian's mouth kept sliding over that
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spot, teeth nipping, tongue and lips soothing in turn. More
hums and moans kept his skin vibrating, sensitive.
"I ... Damn, it's ... Yeah." Good. Good was what he meant.
Brian's hands slid to his ass and encouraged him even
closer, their cocks rubbing together as Brian's hips matched
his movements. More biting and licking and kissing, Brian
straying from that hot spot, but always coming back to it,
seeming to know just how good it was even if he couldn't
articulate it.
Oh, damn. He was going to ... Yeah. Uh-huh. He blinked,
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