Reaching up to cradle the strong line of his lover's jaw with his palm, Wilson returned the stolen kiss and then stole one of his own sweet, deep and full of slow burn promise.
Of course, he had no idea how perfect his timing was though maybe on a subconscious level the hours his lover had been keeping over the past two weeks and his own juggling schedule had nudged him towards setting up tonight. Straightening, Wilson seemed to think about how to answer and then just gave a little shrug.
"I just...decided I wanted to pamper you silly with some quiet romancing and loving tonight."
Maybe it sounded a little corny but it was the truth. He could have really pulled out all the stops, gone for a romantic dinner in NY, maybe a hotel room -they still needed to go back to the W just the two of them and enjoy one of those rooms for a weekend- but all that...hell even just going out to the restaurant where he'd gotten the chicken would have taken... effort. Effort and energey he knew was precious to both of them at this time so...he was going for something strictly from the heart. Leaning forward, he pressed a softer kiss to Chase's forehead, one that spoke of simple, loving affection, before he straightened and turned towards the stove.
"Go on and sit down, pour your beer. Dinner is...yep...ready. You have beautiful timing." As he spoke, the older man began to shift the vegetables out of the hot steamer and into a serving dish crunching contentedly on the green bean he'd used as a test subject.
Chase stared at him for a long, long moment before he smiled lopsidedly, leaning in to kiss the corner of James's mouth. "...Y'know, if you were wearing an apron, we'd be so married."
He unbuttoned another button on his shirt and shrugged off his dress coat, tucking it on one of the chairs before taking his regular seat.
And finding the rose there.
The smile on his face grew, as his gaze softened. He picked up the rose, twirling it around between his fingers. "For me?"
The oncologist chuckled goodnaturedly as he carried the vegetables over to the table and then moved back to the stove to make sure everything was turned off and to grab his own beer.
"Unfortunately, I think New Jersey still has some rather particular laws against that."
He said it in a light manner but perhaps there was a brief touch of wistfulness in his dark eyes. Between their conversation at the beach, the way they were usually under each other's feet and happier when they were under each other's feet, well there were definitely worst things than the idea of being Robert Chase's partner in life.
To bad society is such that he and I can't even hold hands at the hospital.
Shaking off the melancholy little thought, because...there were...ways...Wilson took his seat and smiled with a hint of a blush on his cheeks as Chase found his rose.
"Um...yes. Can't have a romantic dinner without flowers." Or flower as the case may be and Wilson winked before reaching to start dishing out food.
Letting Chase start with the chicken, Wilson worked on the vegetables and the rice and also started the conversation. No work talk tonight, they had enough time at work to talk about work and though pillow talk often steered back to the hospital, they were trying to relax damn it, not bring up stress. So the conversation took more familiar routes along the paths of more silly stories that usually left Chase -and sometimes Wilson himself!- trying to figure out how the hell James hadn't gotten kicked out of medical school.
But questions were also posed to Chase, Wilson eagerly asking his lover to tell him more about the places he'd been to snowboard or other vacations, reliving these beautiful lands through the younger man's eyes. There were also questions about "Oz", nothing meant to trigger any sort of unhappy memories about Marilyn or Rowan but rather the older man's eagerness to enjoy these places in the same way Chase had over the years.
Conversation also tripped along the idea of music and musicals, movies yet to be shared together and also a quick bantering of what summer blockbusters they were both going to *have* to go see. The conversations carried them through a slow, meandering dinner, which finally saw Wilson standing up to clear away the table as he spoke with rejuvinated animation.
"Come on, I mean... Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie? How can you go wrong, we have to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith."
Energy, which he would have sworn was lacking hours ago had returned and dark eyes were alive with it as was the cheerful grin as Wilson moved towards the refridgerator, opening the door but then leaning on it and giving his lover a sharkish smile.
"So...do you want your dessert before your dessert or afterwards? Your choices are... chocolate mousse pie, with fresh whip cream...or what's behind door number 1."
A playful flick of his eyes upwards to indicate just which door he was speaking of.
"Eh, I don't know. I mean, it's one of those movies that can be all levels of good or end up goddawful..." Chase leaned back against his chair, lazing and comfortable, touching the rose lighting with his fingertips. Throughout the entire conversation he had kept it near his reach, as if he were afraid it was going to escape.
Tonight had been perfect - lazy and intimate and perfect. He found himself returning that smile of Wilson's, eyebrows lifting suggestively, "Well, if I can have my dessert after my 'dessert' ... door number one does look awfully tempting."
"You are reading my mind, lover." Purred huskily and Wilson moved to close the door of the fridge. "Come along...and bring the rose."
Again, Wilson smiled at his lover then moved to lead the way, confident in Chase's curiosity to keep the younger man close on his heels. Dishes, could wait till later for now there wasn't enough food to be saved, two ravenous men, one helpless chicken...poor chicken.
Mounting the steps, Chase would definitely see the tell tale flicker of warm light and dancing shadows which indicated the fact that the candles were lit, the soft scents touching the air, richer but not over powering when he finally entered the room itself. Everything looked...normal...except for the lit candles, and a little bottle of massage oil floating contentedly in now warm water. The speakers up in the bedroom had been turned on so that the soft, sensual music followed them from the first floor to the second, just little things done to heighten the warmth and intimacy of the atmosphere.
As soon as they were both in the bedroom, Wilson turned towards his lover but rather then moving in for a hungry kiss, despite the desire to do reflecting blatantly in smoke kissed dark eyes, the oncologist moved with more sensual intent.
Tonight, was to be about Chase and in that vein the older man reached to very slowly undo the buttons on the Australian's dress shirt. Soft kisses followed the path of bared skin, warm lips delivering soft nips as deft fingers reached past open fabric to brush across the other man's body in ways Wilson knew Chase particularly enjoyed. As soon as he had the shirt undone, he straightened up and stretched one hand around behind Chase's back to pluck the dress shirt off his lover's body. The other hand, took the rose.
Now, he moved to kiss Robert's mouth. Slow, gentle but with possessive depth, it was his turn to curl overtop the younger man as he trailed the rose bud down across Chase's body, letting the cool, silky petals caress satin soft skin, teasing sensitive nipples with the rose's soft kiss even as he continued to lovingly ravage Chase's mouth.
Chase breathed out his nose slowly, not touching but moving his mouth against James's. He shivered softly as his nipples sharpened against the touch. Sighing, he smiled, tilting his head forward against the kisses, tasting the other man's mouth.
Ale and faint taste of spices, and whatever made James ...well, James. That's what his mouth tasted like.
Catching the younger man by a belt loop he stepped back and pulled Chase towards the bed without breaking away from the kiss, that occured only once they reached the bed. Spinning about adroitly, Wilson set the rose carefully up on the sidetable by the bed while at the same time tumbling his lover down onto the comforter.
"Thought we might try something a little different tonight." Purred out in rich, throaty tones as the older man reached for the hem of his sweater and ducked out of it, tossing it in the general direction of the bathroom.
"The name of the game is Name Two Ways to drive Robert Chase out of his mind."
Leaning down, bracing his weight on his forearms, hands planted on either side of Chase's head, Wilson looked at him with dark eyes full of sensual intent as he whispered. "I suggest you grab some comforter love, it's going to be an...interesting ride."
A waggles of expressive brows and then older man bent to the delicious task of delicately mapping out his lover's throat, shoulders, chest and abdomen with the soft, warmth of his lips, teeth and tongue.
Chase laughed softly, one hand gripping the comforter and the other raking through dark hair. He softened his voice, murmuring quietly as he stroked the other man's scalp. "Well, you do that just by existing, love. You're a sexy breather..."
Then his eyes closed and he let out a content noise as he mentally mapped out the places where James's mouth trailed, shuddering under the other man's gentle and sure touch.
A content noise which was echoed in the low hum coming from one James Wilson as he set about his planning. Touches of hands and mouth were slow and deliberate as he played at driving Chase up and around as many edges as he could find.
It was something which Wilson focused his complete attention on, letting none of the other factors in his life interfere with these moments. Different from the way he'd done things in the past when he'd shut himself away rather then turned outwards, reaching for love, giving it and letting himself receive it in turn.
Clothing, was shed in due course that teasing mouth moving lower, Wilson sinking down to his knees by the side of the bed while he touches, nibbled, caressed and stroked every part of Chase's groin except his cock. That, he was saving for something special.
Straightening, Wilson reached for the oil -it was a warming varity, a nice change for the use of lube- and a little foil packet at the same time. The packet he drew very slowly down across Chase's chest, giving the younger man some time to make a choice about whether he wanted the older man to wear it's contents or not.
Chase's breath hitched, and he gripped both the comforter and the back of Wilson's head gently, before relaxing and letting him go. The feel of something metallic across his skin made him look up dazedly, then smile at the foil packet.
His mouth pursued, before he stroked Wilson's hair once more. "How trusting are you feeling?"
Chase looked down into those intense brown eyes, his mouth working slightly, before he exhaled and then smiled gently. He stroked his lover's hair once more, before plucking up the foil packet and tossing it lightly aside.
Then he pulled the other man close to him, kissing him firmly, before whispering, "I trust you."
Dark eyes were both incredible heated and at the same time as serious as a heart attack as he looked up along the sleek sun kissed body laid out beneath him.
Rolling lazily back up along his lover's powerful form, Wilson leaned down to kiss Chase with slow thoroughness before whispering against his lips.
"You know my answer to that question love. I trust you with my body, heart and a soul. But for this, I didn't want to make any assumptions as to how you felt on the subject. Do you want me to wear it or not?"
Of course, he had no idea how perfect his timing was though maybe on a subconscious level the hours his lover had been keeping over the past two weeks and his own juggling schedule had nudged him towards setting up tonight. Straightening, Wilson seemed to think about how to answer and then just gave a little shrug.
"I just...decided I wanted to pamper you silly with some quiet romancing and loving tonight."
Maybe it sounded a little corny but it was the truth. He could have really pulled out all the stops, gone for a romantic dinner in NY, maybe a hotel room -they still needed to go back to the W just the two of them and enjoy one of those rooms for a weekend- but all that...hell even just going out to the restaurant where he'd gotten the chicken would have taken... effort. Effort and energey he knew was precious to both of them at this time so...he was going for something strictly from the heart. Leaning forward, he pressed a softer kiss to Chase's forehead, one that spoke of simple, loving affection, before he straightened and turned towards the stove.
"Go on and sit down, pour your beer. Dinner is...yep...ready. You have beautiful timing." As he spoke, the older man began to shift the vegetables out of the hot steamer and into a serving dish crunching contentedly on the green bean he'd used as a test subject.
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He unbuttoned another button on his shirt and shrugged off his dress coat, tucking it on one of the chairs before taking his regular seat.
And finding the rose there.
The smile on his face grew, as his gaze softened. He picked up the rose, twirling it around between his fingers. "For me?"
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"Unfortunately, I think New Jersey still has some rather particular laws against that."
He said it in a light manner but perhaps there was a brief touch of wistfulness in his dark eyes. Between their conversation at the beach, the way they were usually under each other's feet and happier when they were under each other's feet, well there were definitely worst things than the idea of being Robert Chase's partner in life.
To bad society is such that he and I can't even hold hands at the hospital.
Shaking off the melancholy little thought, because...there were...ways...Wilson took his seat and smiled with a hint of a blush on his cheeks as Chase found his rose.
"Um...yes. Can't have a romantic dinner without flowers." Or flower as the case may be and Wilson winked before reaching to start dishing out food.
Letting Chase start with the chicken, Wilson worked on the vegetables and the rice and also started the conversation. No work talk tonight, they had enough time at work to talk about work and though pillow talk often steered back to the hospital, they were trying to relax damn it, not bring up stress. So the conversation took more familiar routes along the paths of more silly stories that usually left Chase -and sometimes Wilson himself!- trying to figure out how the hell James hadn't gotten kicked out of medical school.
But questions were also posed to Chase, Wilson eagerly asking his lover to tell him more about the places he'd been to snowboard or other vacations, reliving these beautiful lands through the younger man's eyes. There were also questions about "Oz", nothing meant to trigger any sort of unhappy memories about Marilyn or Rowan but rather the older man's eagerness to enjoy these places in the same way Chase had over the years.
Conversation also tripped along the idea of music and musicals, movies yet to be shared together and also a quick bantering of what summer blockbusters they were both going to *have* to go see. The conversations carried them through a slow, meandering dinner, which finally saw Wilson standing up to clear away the table as he spoke with rejuvinated animation.
"Come on, I mean... Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie? How can you go wrong, we have to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith."
Energy, which he would have sworn was lacking hours ago had returned and dark eyes were alive with it as was the cheerful grin as Wilson moved towards the refridgerator, opening the door but then leaning on it and giving his lover a sharkish smile.
"So...do you want your dessert before your dessert or afterwards? Your choices are... chocolate mousse pie, with fresh whip cream...or what's behind door number 1."
A playful flick of his eyes upwards to indicate just which door he was speaking of.
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Tonight had been perfect - lazy and intimate and perfect. He found himself returning that smile of Wilson's, eyebrows lifting suggestively, "Well, if I can have my dessert after my 'dessert' ... door number one does look awfully tempting."
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Again, Wilson smiled at his lover then moved to lead the way, confident in Chase's curiosity to keep the younger man close on his heels. Dishes, could wait till later for now there wasn't enough food to be saved, two ravenous men, one helpless chicken...poor chicken.
Mounting the steps, Chase would definitely see the tell tale flicker of warm light and dancing shadows which indicated the fact that the candles were lit, the soft scents touching the air, richer but not over powering when he finally entered the room itself. Everything looked...normal...except for the lit candles, and a little bottle of massage oil floating contentedly in now warm water. The speakers up in the bedroom had been turned on so that the soft, sensual music followed them from the first floor to the second, just little things done to heighten the warmth and intimacy of the atmosphere.
As soon as they were both in the bedroom, Wilson turned towards his lover but rather then moving in for a hungry kiss, despite the desire to do reflecting blatantly in smoke kissed dark eyes, the oncologist moved with more sensual intent.
Tonight, was to be about Chase and in that vein the older man reached to very slowly undo the buttons on the Australian's dress shirt. Soft kisses followed the path of bared skin, warm lips delivering soft nips as deft fingers reached past open fabric to brush across the other man's body in ways Wilson knew Chase particularly enjoyed. As soon as he had the shirt undone, he straightened up and stretched one hand around behind Chase's back to pluck the dress shirt off his lover's body. The other hand, took the rose.
Now, he moved to kiss Robert's mouth. Slow, gentle but with possessive depth, it was his turn to curl overtop the younger man as he trailed the rose bud down across Chase's body, letting the cool, silky petals caress satin soft skin, teasing sensitive nipples with the rose's soft kiss even as he continued to lovingly ravage Chase's mouth.
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Ale and faint taste of spices, and whatever made James ...well, James. That's what his mouth tasted like.
Oh yes, and sex. Lots of delicious sex.
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"Thought we might try something a little different tonight." Purred out in rich, throaty tones as the older man reached for the hem of his sweater and ducked out of it, tossing it in the general direction of the bathroom.
"The name of the game is Name Two Ways to drive Robert Chase out of his mind."
Leaning down, bracing his weight on his forearms, hands planted on either side of Chase's head, Wilson looked at him with dark eyes full of sensual intent as he whispered. "I suggest you grab some comforter love, it's going to be an...interesting ride."
A waggles of expressive brows and then older man bent to the delicious task of delicately mapping out his lover's throat, shoulders, chest and abdomen with the soft, warmth of his lips, teeth and tongue.
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Then his eyes closed and he let out a content noise as he mentally mapped out the places where James's mouth trailed, shuddering under the other man's gentle and sure touch.
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It was something which Wilson focused his complete attention on, letting none of the other factors in his life interfere with these moments. Different from the way he'd done things in the past when he'd shut himself away rather then turned outwards, reaching for love, giving it and letting himself receive it in turn.
Clothing, was shed in due course that teasing mouth moving lower, Wilson sinking down to his knees by the side of the bed while he touches, nibbled, caressed and stroked every part of Chase's groin except his cock. That, he was saving for something special.
Straightening, Wilson reached for the oil -it was a warming varity, a nice change for the use of lube- and a little foil packet at the same time. The packet he drew very slowly down across Chase's chest, giving the younger man some time to make a choice about whether he wanted the older man to wear it's contents or not.
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His mouth pursued, before he stroked Wilson's hair once more. "How trusting are you feeling?"
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Then he pulled the other man close to him, kissing him firmly, before whispering, "I trust you."
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Rolling lazily back up along his lover's powerful form, Wilson leaned down to kiss Chase with slow thoroughness before whispering against his lips.
"You know my answer to that question love. I trust you with my body, heart and a soul. But for this, I didn't want to make any assumptions as to how you felt on the subject. Do you want me to wear it or not?"
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