A Night In, A Night Out
Title: A Night In, A Night Out
Pairing: Boyd Gordon / Brooks Laich
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; I own nobody and nobody owns me.
Notes: Having no actual ideas for anything of real substance and finding myself inexplicably bitten by a huge, ginormous smut-bunny lately, here is a little return to everyone's favorite unknowns...don't even try and figure out where it takes place relative to B&B, because it doesn't. No plot, no problem, right? :)
“Boyd, please?”
“No.”
“Come on, I want to make dinner for once.”
“Brooksie, we’ve been through this,” I said, pulling open the fridge and glancing inside. “I love you, but you’re a horrible cook.”
“Nuh-uh.”
I slowly turned to face him, a small smile on my lips. “I’m sorry...did you just say ‘nuh-uh’?”
A faint blush crept over his cheeks and he bit his bottom lip with a smile. “Um...no.”
I closed the fridge and crossed the floor to where he stood leaning against the doorway. “Yes, you did. You’re so damn cute.” As I pressed my lips to his he let out a satisfied sigh and I fought the urge to tear his clothes off right there, the emptiness in my stomach the only obstacle to the sudden tugging in my groin. Food first, playtime later. Reluctantly I slipped out of his arms and after giving his ass a playful slap I returned to my investigation of the fridge. Brooks walked over to the counter and jumped up on top of it.
“Booooyd, please?” he whined, banging his legs against the cabinets. “I swear I have a really good recipe, you’ll like it.”
“Brooksie, no!” He slumped back against the kitchen wall, arms crossed and his face curled up in an adorable pout. I sighed and patted his knee. “Don’t give me that look...do I have to remind you about the scrambled eggs?”
“That was different...”
“Oh, yeah? What about the roast chicken debacle last summer?”
“I swear the recipe said two cups of salt, not two tablespoons.”
“Sure, sure. Oh, and let’s not forget the great marshmallow and pineapple explosion of 2004.”
“That wasn’t my fault! I just closed my eyes for a minute. I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Brooks, you passed out on the kitchen floor! I was cleaning sticky white goo off of the cabinets for two months!”
He laughed. “You should be used to that by now.”
“Oh, that’s...gross.” I started to walk past him towards the pantry but he grabbed me and pulled me in between his legs, tightening them around my waist and draping his arms around my neck.
“Come on,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “Please?”
“Brooksie...” Ignoring me, his lips continued their travels around my face, stopping briefly on one eyelid, then the opposite cheek, down to the nose, and along my jaw.
“Please?” he whispered, his lips hovering next to my ear.
“Really, really not fair,” I said softly. A gentle nip to my earlobe and that was it, I was a goner. “Okay, fine. You can cook,” I said reluctantly.
“Great!” he said in his normal tone, leaping down from the counter and leaving me in my half-dazed state as he began rummaging through the fridge.
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“Table for two?” the hostess asked as she picked up a handful of menus. I nodded and we followed her through the maze of patrons to a small table in the corner, Brooks sliding into the chair next to mine and shooting me a hopeful glance. When she walked away I opened my menu, holding it in front of my face to avoid Brooks’ gaze. We had driven to the restaurant in silence and I intended to continue that way - I just needed something to eat.
“Boyd, I’m sorry. I said I was sorry,” Brooks said pleadingly. I continued to peruse the menu, ignoring him. “I swear I’ve made that dish a hundred times before - it’s never exploded.”
I flipped the page and stared blankly at the extensive wine list, not intending to order any but needing someplace to focus my attention on.
“Boyd, please. I’ll clean it up - could you just say something?”
Setting my menu down, I stared at him hard. “Just...stop. Okay? I just need to get something to eat. I’m starving. I don’t want to talk about the kitchen or the mess or the new oven we’re going to have to get. Got it?”
He nodded miserably and I sighed, picking up my menu again and reading it for real this time. I noticed he hadn’t touched his and I glanced back up at him. “Do you know what you want already?”
He pushed his menu away. “I’m not eating.”
“Brooks, you have to eat.”
“No. I don’t deserve to eat. I will just sit here and watch you - that will be the start of my punishment.” He looked so forlorn that I had to laugh despite my vow to stay angry at him for the rest of the night. At the sound of my laughter his lower lip stuck out a little further and he crossed his arms. “It’s not funny, Boyd. I’m serious.”
“I know, Brooksie, I know,” I said with a chuckle. “You just look so...pathetic.” He glared at me and I laughed harder, reaching out my hand and placing it on his arm. “Fuck, you’re cute. You don’t need to be punished, it’s fine. We’ll clean it up together, the oven can be replaced - all will be okay.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his expression softening with hope.
I nodded. “Positive. Now look at your menu because I’m not waiting for you to order. I’m starving.”
“Okay - but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Just look at the damn menu, Brooksie.” We sat in silence for a few minutes as we pondered our food choices and I was just deciding that wine sounded good after all when I felt Brooks’ hand on my thigh. Glancing over I saw that his eyes were still focused on the menu but his lips were curled up in a small smile and I felt his fingers start to knead my leg softly. “Brooks,” I hissed under my breath. “Stop.”
He just shook his head, his smile widening and his fingers starting to slip upwards, closer to my hip.
“Brooksie, come on.”
“What? I said I would make it up to you,” he murmured teasingly with his eyes still downcast.
“The waitress is coming, knock it off.” He stopped rubbing but kept his hand firmly on me as the waitress approached. When she began reciting the specials I let out a soft gasp, feeling his hand slip over to my crotch and squeeze gently. She gave me an odd look and I shook my head apologetically. “Sorry, it just sounded so good,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. That explanation seemed to appease her and she continued with her recitation.
We placed our orders and as soon she left us alone I reached down and pulled his hand off of me only to have it slip back into my lap seconds later. The kneading resumed and I bit my lip, feeling my breathing speed up involuntarily. His fingers were always so nimble, so in tune with what I liked. I looked into his eyes which were twinkling with silent laughter, my own eyes drawing half-closed with lust as he continued to stroke me through the thin fabric of my trousers.
Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore and I pushed my chair back, bending down to whisper in his ear. “Bathroom,” was all I could manage to say and he nodded, licking his lips so seductively that I let out a low groan and practically ran to the men’s room. Slipping inside I did a quick check that no one was there and entered a stall, pressing my forehead against the cool metal in an attempt to regain my composure.
I froze as I heard the door open but relaxed when I heard Brooks’ voice. “Boyd?” he said softly. I reached out of the stall with one arm and grabbed his shirt, yanking him in after me and pressing him up against the back of the door, crushing his lips with my own. My fingers slipped into his spiky hair and I gripped it tightly as our bodies came together. I could feel what Brooks had started and I knew he could too, because the next minute he pushed me away and knelt down before me.
His hands that had been so graceful and efficient a moment before now attacked my belt and my pants, ripping them open and yanking my boxers down to reveal my growing erection. His face seemed to light up at the sight and I watched, breathless, as he stuck out just the tip of his tongue and traced it along the slit. A guttural moan escaped from my lips as he just barely circled the head of my penis with the same light touch.
I let out a louder moan as he opened his mouth and took me all the way in, sucking briefly then pulling all the way out to resume the light tongue bath he has started with.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured softly. One hand pressed up against the wall to brace myself, the other found the back of Brooks’ head and clung to his hair as his head bobbed up and down. He moaned around me sending vibrations up through the shaft and all the way up my spine. My fingers tightened around the locks of blonde hair; somehow I felt that if I let go I would fall as my knees grew shaky and weak.
He pulled back and looked up at me, his bright blue eyes excited. “Do you want it?” he asked. He didn’t offer any further explanation and I needed none, nodding as every word I had ever known suddenly disappeared from my mind. His eyes still locked with mine, he brought one finger up to his mouth and sucked it in, then added another and another. Just the sight of Brooks staring at me, his mouth making his fingers slick, made my cock twitch with excitement and I moaned again, pleading with him to hurry up using only my eyes.
He didn’t make me wait any longer, returning his mouth to my swollen dick as his hand slipped around behind me. I jerked my hips forward as I felt one finger enter me and wiggle around, then squeezed my eyes shut as it was followed by the other two in rapid succession. He began thrusting them in and out with the same rhythm his mouth was following, sometimes leaving them in to play inside me for a few beats.
I started to moan when the sound of the door opening made us both pause. Someone walked into a stall two doors down and slammed it shut - Brooks and I exchanged a look and he put his finger to his lips, winking playfully at me. I caught my breath; he was challenging me. I had to be quiet or risk getting caught, the prospect of each both frustrating and exciting all at once.
I nodded again and he resumed working me over with his mouth. Now he seemed more interested in causing me to break my silence as his tongue danced over my shaft while the rest of his mouth sucked mercilessly. His fingers continued to move around and I tried futilely to grasp the cold tiled wall while with my other hand I clutched his head for dear life. My breath was coming out in strangled gasps and all the while his eyes were watching me happily, the corners of his mouth curled up in a playful smile.
The occupant of the neighboring stall finally left and as soon as I heard the door close behind him I let out a loud moan. I was close now and I knew Brooks could tell, his efforts doubling to bring me to orgasm.
“God, Brooks,” I panted, the hand that was pinned against the wall now reaching out for the door and a better grip. “Shit...oh, Brooksie.”
I kept my gaze locked in his until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, my head falling back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and I came. He continued to suck until I was dry, his fingers maintaining a slow, methodical thrust until the last shudder of orgasm left my body. As my muscles relaxed he kissed his way up my stomach, my chest, my neck, up to my lips where he let me taste myself on him with a gentle kiss.
“Does that make up for the oven?” he said softly while he kissed my neck.
“What oven?” I said hazily with a smile and he laughed, slipping out of the stall for a moment to washi his hands while I continued to regain my composure and returning a moment later with a damp paper towel. After gently bathing me with the towel he helped me to redress then led me by the hand out of the bathroom and back out to our table where our dinner was waiting.
“We should come to this restaurant more often,” I said as we slipped back into our seats. “The service here is great.”
Brooks burst out laughing. “Tell me about it,” he said with a grin, wiping his mouth and giving me a wink.