smells intensifying. Scotty was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, and a bright yellow apron with "Kiss The Cook" on it. Drake stopped in the doorway a moment, just taking it all in, from the scents, to the sights, to the fact that he felt good all the way to his bones.
"Hey, honey. You want some cheese ball? It's got bacon." A little tray was pushed over to him, filled with a ton of little odds and ends--crackers and veggies and olives and a cheese ball.
"Oh, munchies. Too cool."
He helped himself to some of the cheese ball, digging into it with each of the different crackers to see which one tasted best. Unfortunately it was the one that crumbled the most under the strain of dragging through the cheese ball, but he figured Scotty'd had his cock in that beautiful mouth, the man wasn't going to mind if he used his fingers to pick up cheese ball and cracker bits.
"You go all out like this every year?" he asked, watching in amazement at all the stuff that Scotty was preparing. He'd kind of gotten over being surprised every time Scotty proved that he knew how to cook, but this was all that on a whole new level.
"I used to. I haven't in a while." He got a grin, a wink. "You?"
"I usually order a bottle of Jack and a burger from room service." Which made it sound pretty pathetic and he hadn't asked in order to hound some sympathy out of Scotty, so he snagged another cracker and scooped up some more of the cheese ball, popping it into Scotty's mouth.
"Uhn." Scotty moaned, leaning right into him.
He leaned right back, arms wrapping around Scotty and tugging the man in a little closer. "Merry Christmas," he murmured, saying it for what had to be the fifth or sixth time today.
"Mmhmm. It is. Merry merry." Scott looked happy as hell, cheeks flushed, eyes all lit up.
He pressed their lips together, tongue sliding between Scott's, slipping into the delicious heat of Scott's mouth. Groaning, he pushed their hips together, electricity seeming to flow between his mouth and cock.
"Hungry man. I'm cooking." Scotty didn't really seem to be complaining.
"You can't take a break?" he asked, rubbing his hips in circles against Scotty's thigh. God, the man was sexy. And hot.
"You'll have to help after." Scott grinned, nibbled along his jaw.
"If you're willing to risk my burning your potatoes, I'm happy to help." He tilted his head up, giving that hungry mouth access to more skin.
"They're our potatoes, Rock Star." Scotty's teeth dragged and stung, making him moan.
"Sure. Whatever." As long as Scotty didn't stop, he'd agree with and to just about anything.
His fingers, cold from playing as long as he had, wound their way beneath Scotty's sweater and T-shirt, finding the smooth, warm skin waiting for him.
"Mmmhmm." Scott shuddered, pressed closer.
"We should move this somewhere," he murmured as Lady came up behind him and bumped her nose against his butt.
"Somebody's jealous." Yeah, either that or she wanted to lick Scotty's fingers.
"Well, frankly, I'd rather have your face in my butt instead of hers." He winked and started heading backward, keeping half an eye out for Lady, making sure she didn't trip him up. There was a lovely couch in the living room with the tree. No reason for them not to use it.
Scott followed easy, nibbling and licking as they went. God, he loved the way Scott made love, like the man wanted to devour him.
They made it to the living room without tripping over anything or anyone, and Drake fell back onto the couch, pulling Scotty down on top of him. The solid weight felt so good.
"Mmm. Hey." Scott straddled him, lips warm and swollen where they clung to his.
He hummed, hips pushing up to rub against Scott. "Hey." He met Scott's eyes, held them. "I want...you."
"Yeah? You know you got me, yeah?"
He nodded. That he knew. It kind of blew his mind. "That wasn't what I meant though. I meant. You know...in me."
"Merry Christmas to me?" Scott stroked his jaw, his face. "You sure, honey? I wouldn't do anything you
"Hey, honey. You want some cheese ball? It's got bacon." A little tray was pushed over to him, filled with a ton of little odds and ends--crackers and veggies and olives and a cheese ball.
"Oh, munchies. Too cool."
He helped himself to some of the cheese ball, digging into it with each of the different crackers to see which one tasted best. Unfortunately it was the one that crumbled the most under the strain of dragging through the cheese ball, but he figured Scotty'd had his cock in that beautiful mouth, the man wasn't going to mind if he used his fingers to pick up cheese ball and cracker bits.
"You go all out like this every year?" he asked, watching in amazement at all the stuff that Scotty was preparing. He'd kind of gotten over being surprised every time Scotty proved that he knew how to cook, but this was all that on a whole new level.
"I used to. I haven't in a while." He got a grin, a wink. "You?"
"I usually order a bottle of Jack and a burger from room service." Which made it sound pretty pathetic and he hadn't asked in order to hound some sympathy out of Scotty, so he snagged another cracker and scooped up some more of the cheese ball, popping it into Scotty's mouth.
"Uhn." Scotty moaned, leaning right into him.
He leaned right back, arms wrapping around Scotty and tugging the man in a little closer. "Merry Christmas," he murmured, saying it for what had to be the fifth or sixth time today.
"Mmhmm. It is. Merry merry." Scott looked happy as hell, cheeks flushed, eyes all lit up.
He pressed their lips together, tongue sliding between Scott's, slipping into the delicious heat of Scott's mouth. Groaning, he pushed their hips together, electricity seeming to flow between his mouth and cock.
"Hungry man. I'm cooking." Scotty didn't really seem to be complaining.
"You can't take a break?" he asked, rubbing his hips in circles against Scotty's thigh. God, the man was sexy. And hot.
"You'll have to help after." Scott grinned, nibbled along his jaw.
"If you're willing to risk my burning your potatoes, I'm happy to help." He tilted his head up, giving that hungry mouth access to more skin.
"They're our potatoes, Rock Star." Scotty's teeth dragged and stung, making him moan.
"Sure. Whatever." As long as Scotty didn't stop, he'd agree with and to just about anything.
His fingers, cold from playing as long as he had, wound their way beneath Scotty's sweater and T-shirt, finding the smooth, warm skin waiting for him.
"Mmmhmm." Scott shuddered, pressed closer.
"We should move this somewhere," he murmured as Lady came up behind him and bumped her nose against his butt.
"Somebody's jealous." Yeah, either that or she wanted to lick Scotty's fingers.
"Well, frankly, I'd rather have your face in my butt instead of hers." He winked and started heading backward, keeping half an eye out for Lady, making sure she didn't trip him up. There was a lovely couch in the living room with the tree. No reason for them not to use it.
Scott followed easy, nibbling and licking as they went. God, he loved the way Scott made love, like the man wanted to devour him.
They made it to the living room without tripping over anything or anyone, and Drake fell back onto the couch, pulling Scotty down on top of him. The solid weight felt so good.
"Mmm. Hey." Scott straddled him, lips warm and swollen where they clung to his.
He hummed, hips pushing up to rub against Scott. "Hey." He met Scott's eyes, held them. "I want...you."
"Yeah? You know you got me, yeah?"
He nodded. That he knew. It kind of blew his mind. "That wasn't what I meant though. I meant. You know...in me."
"Merry Christmas to me?" Scott stroked his jaw, his face. "You sure, honey? I wouldn't do anything you
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