grand_cntrl_stt Greg/James NWS, kids. Just so you know.

[gotcanewillpoke]

[Continued from here, Sophie joins the boys for dinner and Greg resists kitchen duty. Sophie's gone home, and the boys are alone. In the kitchen]"Good thing," Greg quipped, and jutted his hips, pressing himself against James rather suggestively. He wouldn't suggest that he expected a reward for his kitchen duties, although that might have been

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[dontkeepkosher]

James turned his head slightly, keeping his eyes trained on Greg, and caught a kiss on his palm.

"Oh really?" he asked against his palm, gripping Greg's ass tighter and pulling him in even closer, if that were at all possible.

[gotcanewillpoke]

"Really," Greg confirmed, with a wicked glint in his eye. His leg was aching, the usual dull throb he was accustomed to. He tried to ignore it.

[dontkeepkosher]

James felt a thrill run through him at the way Greg was looking at him, and he slid his hands free from Greg's ass, and trailed them around his hips to his front.

Slipping his fingers underneath Greg's t-shirt, he glided his warm palms up over Greg's bare stomach. "Sinful, like what?"

[gotcanewillpoke]

Greg eyed the counter. "I think there's ice cream..." Blue eyes flickered to the freezer.