Kitchen Confidential 3.6
Title: Kitchen Confidential
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.6
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 96 Writer’s Choice banana coclaim100
Word Count: 1477
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen.
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.5 A Walk in the Park
Laughing as they walked in the door together, Alan and Robert took of their coats and shook off the light dusting of snow. Robert took the groceries into the kitchen and Alan followed behind him. Just as they reached the doorway, Alan grabbed Robert by his waist and pulled him into an embrace, tightly clasping Robert’s back to his chest. He pressed his cold nose to Robert’s neck playfully before adding a gentle kiss and freeing him.
Robert laughed, “No so fast.” He set the bags down on the kitchen table then turned around and stepped up to Alan. He leaned forward and brushed his cold fingers against Alan’s face and pressed his lips to Alan’s grinning mouth. Then he wrapped his arms around Alan and pulled him into a warm embrace, dropping kisses across his jaw until he finally rested his head on Alan’s shoulder. They stood wrapped in each other’s warmth. After a day of being near and yet not touching, it was welcome just to hold each other.
“Dinner?” Robert pulled back when his stomach growled.
“Do you know what I am hungry for?” He was given raised eyebrows and a tilted head. “A banana.”
Robert smirked and grounded his hips against Alan’s.
“Close,” Alan swallowed, trying to catch back his thoughts, “but I was thinking something in a yellow color, a fruit, and you have to peel it. This is quite nice, though.” He leaned into Robert’s touch, giving him a little kiss at the corner of his mouth. “So, do you have any?”
“Hmm?”
Alan moved his lips over so that they were directly over Robert’s. “Bananas,” he answered, tongue moving against the teeth.
Robert made a distracted noise and gave no other answer.
“Rooobert,” Alan sang against his mouth, feeling the corners curl up into a smile. He pulled back, holding Robert by the shoulders to keep him from following his lips. “Bananas?”
“You already had two today.” He was impatient to get back to the kiss, but the hands on his shoulders prevented him from making any forward movement, and he sure didn’t want to step backwards.
“I have cravings for them.” He stuck out his lip and made a little pouty face.
Robert wanted nothing more than to attack those lips. But it didn’t look like that was going to happen for awhile. “Why are you asking me? You know where they are.”
“But this is more fun.” He gave Robert a kiss on the cheek before sliding past into the kitchen.
Robert started at the empty space for a moment before shaking his head and following. Alan had already claimed a banana and was sitting down when he walked in, joining him at the able. Alan gave him a cheeky smile as he peeled it.
“The right banana needs to be eaten the right way.” Alan looked right at Robert and winked, letting him know they were not just talking about fruit now. “First you grab the banana and give it a squeeze to make sure it is firm: you don’t want a mushy one, it’s no fun then.” Alan held the yellow fruit up as though to make his point. “Then your grab the top and listen for the snap: you know you are getting to the good part now.” Alan took the top and snapped it down, a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face as he looked at Robert.
Robert shifted in his chair, and found himself thinking more of eating bananas than making dinner.
“Then you slowly pull the peel off, revealing the hard fruit underneath.” Alan licked his lips and looked up at Robert as he slowly slid the banana between his lips. Enclosing it in his mouth, he slid his teeth down the fruit and took a bite. Alan was as hard as a rock, and after last night he just didn’t want to push Robert, not after the great day they had. Winking at him, Alan stood and headed for the bathroom, thinking a quick wank would take the edge off his growing need.
Robert stood and grabbed his arm, preventing an escape. Siding his arm around Alan and enveloping him in a tight hug, Robert closed his eyes and took a beat or two to gather himself, swallowing his doubt. “I want a banana of my own.” He slid his hand down between them and squeezed Alan. “Feels ripe to me.”
Alan shivered. The last thing he needed was teasing. He was ready to explode! He seized Robert’s mouth in an aggressive kiss and ran his hands down to grab at Robert’s ass.
Robert squirmed and ground his hips against Alan. Panting, he tried to remember the lesson. “So, the next thing I do is to snap open the peel.” He mimicked the words by sliding the button through the buttonhole on Alan’s jeans. “Then I slide down the peel and reveal the fruit waiting for me inside.” The zipper came apart tine by tine. Robert was moving slowly.
He was trembling, this relentless flirting and teasing was driving him mad. Alan rolled his hips slowly, looking for something to give him a little friction.
Robert steadied Alan with a hand on his hip and looked right into Alan’s eyes. A smile filled his face and lit up his eyes. He leaned forward, whispering in Alan’s ear, sending shivers down both their spines: “Love monkey, want another banana?”
Alan bit Robert’s neck in response. He licked Robert’s neck, tasting the salt against his tongue and reached his hand to Robert’s waistband, unsnapping and unzipping his pants before sliding down Robert’s body and kneeling in front of him. He licked Robert cock from the bottom to the top and heard Robert exhale a deep breath above him. Alan grabbed himself first, giving himself a few pulls, then engulfed Robert’s cock in his mouth, in one fell swoop.
Robert stumbled back at the contact, bracing himself against the kitchen bar, sucking in a deep breath and a quick gasp as he felt all of his nerve endings end at his cock. He resisted the urge to thrust and just let out a long deep groan.
Alan worked to establish a rhythm. His hand was working against his hardness, up, and down, up and around, the moisture from the end providing enough lubrication to create a smooth action. His mouth took in all of Robert, tip to root, slowly moving down and sucking hard as he pulled back, creating a strong friction and using his tongue to rub and outline the shaft as he moved up. He was taking his time, moving slow, trying to drag this on, giving Robert as much pleasure as possible. He became aware that Robert started to slowly match his rhythm, his soft thrusts matching Alan's pace. Alan's free arm wrapped around Robert's waist, holding him still so that he wouldn’t end up choking to death.
His hand kept working on his own shaft, he was painfully hard, and really needed to find relief. Deciding to bring Robert to completion as well, he changed his strategy. Pushing down to the root, he pulled back inch by inch, letting his tongue do all the work. Reaching the head, he sucked hard, pressing his tongue against the hood. Robert's panting had sped up, and Alan felt a tremor move up Roberts' body, and heard a long deep moan from above. Leaving his own need for the moment, Alan cupped Robert's balls, rolling them and stroking them between his fingers. Alan once more engulfed Robert into his mouth. It wasn’t long before he felt the explosion, heard Robert gulp for air, moan long and deep…
Alan let Robert's cock slip out of his mouth. Pressing his face to Robert's hip, and inhaling in the musky scent of sex, Alan returned his attention to his own need and began to stroke himself again, this time establishing his own rhythm, his own speed. He started to gulp air and found Robert’s soft hip against his mouth. One more firm stroke and he slipped forward, the orgasm hitting him hard and nipped at Robert’s hip, leaving a small set of teeth marks imprinted on the skin. His arm slipped away from the hips and he pressed his forehead to the point of Robert's hip, regaining his brain, returning to the kitchen, and returning to NY. Carefully putting himself back together, he stood up slowly and pressed his nose to Robert's neck and returned Robert to his unmolested state. His hands shook as he zipped up Robert’s pants, then his own. Before pulling away to go wash for dinner, he pressed his lips up against Robert’s. "Brilliant appetizer,” he whispered. “Looking forward to the main course,” he added before strolling out of the kitchen to clean up, leaving a dazed Robert behind.
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Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.6
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 96 Writer’s Choice banana coclaim100
Word Count: 1477
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen.
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.5 A Walk in the Park
Laughing as they walked in the door together, Alan and Robert took of their coats and shook off the light dusting of snow. Robert took the groceries into the kitchen and Alan followed behind him. Just as they reached the doorway, Alan grabbed Robert by his waist and pulled him into an embrace, tightly clasping Robert’s back to his chest. He pressed his cold nose to Robert’s neck playfully before adding a gentle kiss and freeing him.
Robert laughed, “No so fast.” He set the bags down on the kitchen table then turned around and stepped up to Alan. He leaned forward and brushed his cold fingers against Alan’s face and pressed his lips to Alan’s grinning mouth. Then he wrapped his arms around Alan and pulled him into a warm embrace, dropping kisses across his jaw until he finally rested his head on Alan’s shoulder. They stood wrapped in each other’s warmth. After a day of being near and yet not touching, it was welcome just to hold each other.
“Dinner?” Robert pulled back when his stomach growled.
“Do you know what I am hungry for?” He was given raised eyebrows and a tilted head. “A banana.”
Robert smirked and grounded his hips against Alan’s.
“Close,” Alan swallowed, trying to catch back his thoughts, “but I was thinking something in a yellow color, a fruit, and you have to peel it. This is quite nice, though.” He leaned into Robert’s touch, giving him a little kiss at the corner of his mouth. “So, do you have any?”
“Hmm?”
Alan moved his lips over so that they were directly over Robert’s. “Bananas,” he answered, tongue moving against the teeth.
Robert made a distracted noise and gave no other answer.
“Rooobert,” Alan sang against his mouth, feeling the corners curl up into a smile. He pulled back, holding Robert by the shoulders to keep him from following his lips. “Bananas?”
“You already had two today.” He was impatient to get back to the kiss, but the hands on his shoulders prevented him from making any forward movement, and he sure didn’t want to step backwards.
“I have cravings for them.” He stuck out his lip and made a little pouty face.
Robert wanted nothing more than to attack those lips. But it didn’t look like that was going to happen for awhile. “Why are you asking me? You know where they are.”
“But this is more fun.” He gave Robert a kiss on the cheek before sliding past into the kitchen.
Robert started at the empty space for a moment before shaking his head and following. Alan had already claimed a banana and was sitting down when he walked in, joining him at the able. Alan gave him a cheeky smile as he peeled it.
“The right banana needs to be eaten the right way.” Alan looked right at Robert and winked, letting him know they were not just talking about fruit now. “First you grab the banana and give it a squeeze to make sure it is firm: you don’t want a mushy one, it’s no fun then.” Alan held the yellow fruit up as though to make his point. “Then your grab the top and listen for the snap: you know you are getting to the good part now.” Alan took the top and snapped it down, a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face as he looked at Robert.
Robert shifted in his chair, and found himself thinking more of eating bananas than making dinner.
“Then you slowly pull the peel off, revealing the hard fruit underneath.” Alan licked his lips and looked up at Robert as he slowly slid the banana between his lips. Enclosing it in his mouth, he slid his teeth down the fruit and took a bite. Alan was as hard as a rock, and after last night he just didn’t want to push Robert, not after the great day they had. Winking at him, Alan stood and headed for the bathroom, thinking a quick wank would take the edge off his growing need.
Robert stood and grabbed his arm, preventing an escape. Siding his arm around Alan and enveloping him in a tight hug, Robert closed his eyes and took a beat or two to gather himself, swallowing his doubt. “I want a banana of my own.” He slid his hand down between them and squeezed Alan. “Feels ripe to me.”
Alan shivered. The last thing he needed was teasing. He was ready to explode! He seized Robert’s mouth in an aggressive kiss and ran his hands down to grab at Robert’s ass.
Robert squirmed and ground his hips against Alan. Panting, he tried to remember the lesson. “So, the next thing I do is to snap open the peel.” He mimicked the words by sliding the button through the buttonhole on Alan’s jeans. “Then I slide down the peel and reveal the fruit waiting for me inside.” The zipper came apart tine by tine. Robert was moving slowly.
He was trembling, this relentless flirting and teasing was driving him mad. Alan rolled his hips slowly, looking for something to give him a little friction.
Robert steadied Alan with a hand on his hip and looked right into Alan’s eyes. A smile filled his face and lit up his eyes. He leaned forward, whispering in Alan’s ear, sending shivers down both their spines: “Love monkey, want another banana?”
Alan bit Robert’s neck in response. He licked Robert’s neck, tasting the salt against his tongue and reached his hand to Robert’s waistband, unsnapping and unzipping his pants before sliding down Robert’s body and kneeling in front of him. He licked Robert cock from the bottom to the top and heard Robert exhale a deep breath above him. Alan grabbed himself first, giving himself a few pulls, then engulfed Robert’s cock in his mouth, in one fell swoop.
Robert stumbled back at the contact, bracing himself against the kitchen bar, sucking in a deep breath and a quick gasp as he felt all of his nerve endings end at his cock. He resisted the urge to thrust and just let out a long deep groan.
Alan worked to establish a rhythm. His hand was working against his hardness, up, and down, up and around, the moisture from the end providing enough lubrication to create a smooth action. His mouth took in all of Robert, tip to root, slowly moving down and sucking hard as he pulled back, creating a strong friction and using his tongue to rub and outline the shaft as he moved up. He was taking his time, moving slow, trying to drag this on, giving Robert as much pleasure as possible. He became aware that Robert started to slowly match his rhythm, his soft thrusts matching Alan's pace. Alan's free arm wrapped around Robert's waist, holding him still so that he wouldn’t end up choking to death.
His hand kept working on his own shaft, he was painfully hard, and really needed to find relief. Deciding to bring Robert to completion as well, he changed his strategy. Pushing down to the root, he pulled back inch by inch, letting his tongue do all the work. Reaching the head, he sucked hard, pressing his tongue against the hood. Robert's panting had sped up, and Alan felt a tremor move up Roberts' body, and heard a long deep moan from above. Leaving his own need for the moment, Alan cupped Robert's balls, rolling them and stroking them between his fingers. Alan once more engulfed Robert into his mouth. It wasn’t long before he felt the explosion, heard Robert gulp for air, moan long and deep…
Alan let Robert's cock slip out of his mouth. Pressing his face to Robert's hip, and inhaling in the musky scent of sex, Alan returned his attention to his own need and began to stroke himself again, this time establishing his own rhythm, his own speed. He started to gulp air and found Robert’s soft hip against his mouth. One more firm stroke and he slipped forward, the orgasm hitting him hard and nipped at Robert’s hip, leaving a small set of teeth marks imprinted on the skin. His arm slipped away from the hips and he pressed his forehead to the point of Robert's hip, regaining his brain, returning to the kitchen, and returning to NY. Carefully putting himself back together, he stood up slowly and pressed his nose to Robert's neck and returned Robert to his unmolested state. His hands shook as he zipped up Robert’s pants, then his own. Before pulling away to go wash for dinner, he pressed his lips up against Robert’s. "Brilliant appetizer,” he whispered. “Looking forward to the main course,” he added before strolling out of the kitchen to clean up, leaving a dazed Robert behind.
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