Brothers & Sisters - Dangerous
Title: Dangerous
Author: semisweetsoul
Pairing: Kevin/Scotty
Rating: R
Prompt: knife play @
kink_bingo
Summary: A lot can happen in a kitchen.
Word Count: 1,575
Disclaimer: Not mine, okay!
A/N: It started as a sex scene and finished as a fluff+sex story. I need a cure!
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Dangerous
Scotty turned the dishwasher on and looked at the enormous pile of pans and cooking pots of all sizes and degrees of dirt waiting in line for the washing-up. Already fifty-three after eleven and it would at least take him half an hour. This definitely was a disadvantage of being the boss. When no one else was available, he had the duty to close the restaurant and leave it in pristine condition for the next day. Never did Kevin pick him up after work on such nights. Scotty didn’t want Kevin to wait at the bar indefinitely or stand on his way. He preferred to know Kevin was enjoying quiet, alone time at the loft.
However, circumstances changed Scotty’s routine when his Ranchero had decided to take a day off without warning him first. Scotty biked to work, and when Kevin received the text message relating his husband’s eventful morning, he was equally horrified and proud. Five minutes later, Kevin texted back that he did not want Scotty on the streets let alone on a bike at 1 AM.
Scotty stood in the dining room when he caught sight of Kevin’s car heading for San Estephe’s parking lot. When he came in, Scotty was in the kitchen hands in the sink.
At first, Kevin behaved. He settled next to Scotty, making himself at home by pouring himself a glass of wine from the employees’ stock - the clients’ unfinished bottles - and went on telling the story of his day. He complained about Robert, the stupidity of his latest demands, the way he questioned his decision in front of the entire team including some big shot whose name Scotty could not remember - he was listening with only half an ear. Soon, Kevin became impatient, turning around without purpose. As if finally realizing Scotty was with him, Kevin’s attention shifted back to his husband. Kevin got closer, and Scotty knew what that meant.
Kevin’s hand strategically changed position from Scotty’s neck to lower back. “Let’s go home, I want to have sex with you.”
Scotty sighed and threw a look around him, mentally noting what he had left to do before he could call it a night. It would help if Kevin were not so insistent, making innuendos at the way he scrubbed and wiped the blades of the knives. “Kev, can you do me a favor? Go check if the main door is locked, and if I didn’t leave a light on by mistake,” Scotty asked, priding himself he had managed to speak with restraint.
“I’m sure it’s fine,” Kevin said, and Scotty furiously plunged a pot into the water in a loud splash, almost soaking Kevin’s shoes.
Kevin winced, and decided that the restaurant room must be safer, because he retreated there, and it gave Scotty two minutes to breathe, and one to hide.
“It’s all good, sweetie,” Kevin said cheerfully, and he must have been very horny to force a cheerful tone out of his voice.
When Kevin stepped in, he stopped. The kitchen lights were off. The emergency exit dim glow as only source of light, he tried to make out Scotty’s shadow around, somewhere. Kevin didn’t have time to try to work the switch that he felt a hand on his mouth. “Do everything I say and you won't get hurt.”
Startled, Kevin walked to the very end of the kitchen where Scotty pinned him against the door of the cold room. When Scotty brandished the surprise he had been hiding behind his back, he could feel Kevin's pulse accelerating, his breath shaking. Witnessing Scotty’s determination, Kevin swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew Scotty would never hurt him, and even though he had never seen him acting so dangerous before, he had to admit it turned him on. The knife slid under Kevin's white shirt, the sensation of cold metal on his skin made him shiver with a mixture of fear and desire. Scotty's eyes glistened in playful lust. One by one, the buttons of Kevin’s expensive shirt ended up on the kitchen floor in a little clatter.
Feeling Kevin’s pulse quiver under his touch, Scotty started a thorough exploration. He wandered the blade on Kevin's nipple, then licked the hard surface carefully avoiding the cutting edge, and slid it onto Kevin's second nipple. “Unbuckle your jeans,” Scotty ordered.
Kevin whimpered, but obeyed without too much resistance. The weapon continued its trajectory on his torso, he could feel his chest hair dying an erotic death under the finely honed steel, and then when it reached his navel, he stopped breathing. It took Scotty a second to cut Kevin’s shorts open first time around. The knife suddenly seemed smaller in comparison to what Scotty had just exposed. It felt inexplicably hot on Kevin’s skin. The steel inherent coldness disappeared under the warmth of his desire as he focused on the reflection the blade cast into Scotty’s eyes.
"Do you like that Kevin?" he asked voice as hard as metal and as Kevin was. Scotty thrust the knife into its wooden case, where it belonged, and Kevin wanted Scotty to do just that, thrust in him, where Scotty belonged. “Sex on the kitchen counter, is that what you’re thinking?” Scotty murmured to Kevin, his voice full of sensual notes.
Kevin had never been one to incite lovers to have sex into strange places, but a classic like sex on the work place, who would resist? How could he resist Scotty coming onto him like that? To think that five minutes ago, he just wanted to go home, and now it was definitely not an option. “You read my mind,” Kevin replied. He moved forward to catch a hold of his husband, whose mouth he was dying to devour.
Keeping Kevin at arm’s length, Scotty smiled, leaned in and kissed Kevin on the forehead. “Maybe someday!”
Scotty’s change of attitude left Kevin partially undressed and entirely baffled. The lights came back on, and the atmosphere of burning want had reversed into its original state of cleanliness.
Puzzlement met frustration, and Kevin intended on giving Scotty a piece of his mind. “What was that for?” he asked voice loud enough for Scotty to hear him on the other side of the room.
Wiping a counter opposite Kevin, Scotty ignored the question continuing his task assiduously. Now, the knife could plunge into his heart, he was not sure Kevin would matter.
“I said, what was that for, Scotty?” Shining with anger, Kevin demanded an explanation.
Scotty threw the cloth on the counter angrily, unable to contain himself any longer. “You come here, and keep teasing me, and asking me when I am finished. Do you think I like being here after midnight? Of course, I would rather be home with you in bed, preferably naked. So instead of standing in my way, lend a hand! The quicker we’re done, the quicker we’ll get home and have time together.” Scotty sighed loudly, his face flushed, his lips as tight as his voice.
Kevin turned pale, and looked down. “You could have said so earlier.”
“I’m not your father Kevin, act like an adult. Please.” Scotty rubbed his forehead in tiredness and annoyance. Thirty-eight minutes past midnight, and he was not finished.
Kevin shifted position, closing on where Scotty stood. He wanted to bury his body in his arms, and say ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I love you’, but he would not risk rejection. Better let Scotty cool off before attempting to make amends. Instead, he started to mop the floor vigorously, applying himself.
Scotty didn’t say anything but he was beaming inside. When he emerged from the locker room where he had changed, Kevin was waiting for him at the employees’ entrance.
They headed for the parking lot silently, got into the car still without speaking a word, and as Scotty rummaged in his backpack to find his MP3 player only to discover the battery was flat, Kevin started up the engine for what they would remember as the most silent drive home.
When they stepped in the loft, Kevin closed the door behind him carefully, as he took off his jacket, and abandoned his car keys on a shelf. “Are you still mad at me?” He asked in a tiny voice.
Scotty stood by the desk waiting for the answering machine to spit the message he had been longing and fearing to hear all day long, how much they asked to repair his beloved car. “Kevin! Why would I be mad at you?” He turned and leaned against the edge of the desk. “It’s quite the contrary.”
Kevin arched an eyebrow in confusion. “Okay.”
“Come here.”
Scotty didn’t have to ask twice. Kevin felt much better in Scotty’s arms, relieved that it had only been a misunderstanding. “I’m sorry, Scotty, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted this.”
“This? I thought you wanted sex.”
“Only if you do,” he said, “and if you bring that knife of yours.”
Scotty looked deep into Kevin’s eyes, trying to find a reason behind his sudden interest in that kind of sex game. “The knife?”
“It was really hot to see you so determined and dangerous, and… ready.” Kevin grabbed Scotty’s mouth, calling back the feelings the blade on his skin had provoked in him.
“Really?” Scotty smirked, and pushed Kevin in the direction of the bedroom door. “Then, I’m glad I brought it along with me.”
The End
Author: semisweetsoul
Pairing: Kevin/Scotty
Rating: R
Prompt: knife play @
kink_bingo
Summary: A lot can happen in a kitchen.
Word Count: 1,575
Disclaimer: Not mine, okay!
A/N: It started as a sex scene and finished as a fluff+sex story. I need a cure!
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Dangerous
Scotty turned the dishwasher on and looked at the enormous pile of pans and cooking pots of all sizes and degrees of dirt waiting in line for the washing-up. Already fifty-three after eleven and it would at least take him half an hour. This definitely was a disadvantage of being the boss. When no one else was available, he had the duty to close the restaurant and leave it in pristine condition for the next day. Never did Kevin pick him up after work on such nights. Scotty didn’t want Kevin to wait at the bar indefinitely or stand on his way. He preferred to know Kevin was enjoying quiet, alone time at the loft.
However, circumstances changed Scotty’s routine when his Ranchero had decided to take a day off without warning him first. Scotty biked to work, and when Kevin received the text message relating his husband’s eventful morning, he was equally horrified and proud. Five minutes later, Kevin texted back that he did not want Scotty on the streets let alone on a bike at 1 AM.
Scotty stood in the dining room when he caught sight of Kevin’s car heading for San Estephe’s parking lot. When he came in, Scotty was in the kitchen hands in the sink.
At first, Kevin behaved. He settled next to Scotty, making himself at home by pouring himself a glass of wine from the employees’ stock - the clients’ unfinished bottles - and went on telling the story of his day. He complained about Robert, the stupidity of his latest demands, the way he questioned his decision in front of the entire team including some big shot whose name Scotty could not remember - he was listening with only half an ear. Soon, Kevin became impatient, turning around without purpose. As if finally realizing Scotty was with him, Kevin’s attention shifted back to his husband. Kevin got closer, and Scotty knew what that meant.
Kevin’s hand strategically changed position from Scotty’s neck to lower back. “Let’s go home, I want to have sex with you.”
Scotty sighed and threw a look around him, mentally noting what he had left to do before he could call it a night. It would help if Kevin were not so insistent, making innuendos at the way he scrubbed and wiped the blades of the knives. “Kev, can you do me a favor? Go check if the main door is locked, and if I didn’t leave a light on by mistake,” Scotty asked, priding himself he had managed to speak with restraint.
“I’m sure it’s fine,” Kevin said, and Scotty furiously plunged a pot into the water in a loud splash, almost soaking Kevin’s shoes.
Kevin winced, and decided that the restaurant room must be safer, because he retreated there, and it gave Scotty two minutes to breathe, and one to hide.
“It’s all good, sweetie,” Kevin said cheerfully, and he must have been very horny to force a cheerful tone out of his voice.
When Kevin stepped in, he stopped. The kitchen lights were off. The emergency exit dim glow as only source of light, he tried to make out Scotty’s shadow around, somewhere. Kevin didn’t have time to try to work the switch that he felt a hand on his mouth. “Do everything I say and you won't get hurt.”
Startled, Kevin walked to the very end of the kitchen where Scotty pinned him against the door of the cold room. When Scotty brandished the surprise he had been hiding behind his back, he could feel Kevin's pulse accelerating, his breath shaking. Witnessing Scotty’s determination, Kevin swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew Scotty would never hurt him, and even though he had never seen him acting so dangerous before, he had to admit it turned him on. The knife slid under Kevin's white shirt, the sensation of cold metal on his skin made him shiver with a mixture of fear and desire. Scotty's eyes glistened in playful lust. One by one, the buttons of Kevin’s expensive shirt ended up on the kitchen floor in a little clatter.
Feeling Kevin’s pulse quiver under his touch, Scotty started a thorough exploration. He wandered the blade on Kevin's nipple, then licked the hard surface carefully avoiding the cutting edge, and slid it onto Kevin's second nipple. “Unbuckle your jeans,” Scotty ordered.
Kevin whimpered, but obeyed without too much resistance. The weapon continued its trajectory on his torso, he could feel his chest hair dying an erotic death under the finely honed steel, and then when it reached his navel, he stopped breathing. It took Scotty a second to cut Kevin’s shorts open first time around. The knife suddenly seemed smaller in comparison to what Scotty had just exposed. It felt inexplicably hot on Kevin’s skin. The steel inherent coldness disappeared under the warmth of his desire as he focused on the reflection the blade cast into Scotty’s eyes.
"Do you like that Kevin?" he asked voice as hard as metal and as Kevin was. Scotty thrust the knife into its wooden case, where it belonged, and Kevin wanted Scotty to do just that, thrust in him, where Scotty belonged. “Sex on the kitchen counter, is that what you’re thinking?” Scotty murmured to Kevin, his voice full of sensual notes.
Kevin had never been one to incite lovers to have sex into strange places, but a classic like sex on the work place, who would resist? How could he resist Scotty coming onto him like that? To think that five minutes ago, he just wanted to go home, and now it was definitely not an option. “You read my mind,” Kevin replied. He moved forward to catch a hold of his husband, whose mouth he was dying to devour.
Keeping Kevin at arm’s length, Scotty smiled, leaned in and kissed Kevin on the forehead. “Maybe someday!”
Scotty’s change of attitude left Kevin partially undressed and entirely baffled. The lights came back on, and the atmosphere of burning want had reversed into its original state of cleanliness.
Puzzlement met frustration, and Kevin intended on giving Scotty a piece of his mind. “What was that for?” he asked voice loud enough for Scotty to hear him on the other side of the room.
Wiping a counter opposite Kevin, Scotty ignored the question continuing his task assiduously. Now, the knife could plunge into his heart, he was not sure Kevin would matter.
“I said, what was that for, Scotty?” Shining with anger, Kevin demanded an explanation.
Scotty threw the cloth on the counter angrily, unable to contain himself any longer. “You come here, and keep teasing me, and asking me when I am finished. Do you think I like being here after midnight? Of course, I would rather be home with you in bed, preferably naked. So instead of standing in my way, lend a hand! The quicker we’re done, the quicker we’ll get home and have time together.” Scotty sighed loudly, his face flushed, his lips as tight as his voice.
Kevin turned pale, and looked down. “You could have said so earlier.”
“I’m not your father Kevin, act like an adult. Please.” Scotty rubbed his forehead in tiredness and annoyance. Thirty-eight minutes past midnight, and he was not finished.
Kevin shifted position, closing on where Scotty stood. He wanted to bury his body in his arms, and say ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I love you’, but he would not risk rejection. Better let Scotty cool off before attempting to make amends. Instead, he started to mop the floor vigorously, applying himself.
Scotty didn’t say anything but he was beaming inside. When he emerged from the locker room where he had changed, Kevin was waiting for him at the employees’ entrance.
They headed for the parking lot silently, got into the car still without speaking a word, and as Scotty rummaged in his backpack to find his MP3 player only to discover the battery was flat, Kevin started up the engine for what they would remember as the most silent drive home.
When they stepped in the loft, Kevin closed the door behind him carefully, as he took off his jacket, and abandoned his car keys on a shelf. “Are you still mad at me?” He asked in a tiny voice.
Scotty stood by the desk waiting for the answering machine to spit the message he had been longing and fearing to hear all day long, how much they asked to repair his beloved car. “Kevin! Why would I be mad at you?” He turned and leaned against the edge of the desk. “It’s quite the contrary.”
Kevin arched an eyebrow in confusion. “Okay.”
“Come here.”
Scotty didn’t have to ask twice. Kevin felt much better in Scotty’s arms, relieved that it had only been a misunderstanding. “I’m sorry, Scotty, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted this.”
“This? I thought you wanted sex.”
“Only if you do,” he said, “and if you bring that knife of yours.”
Scotty looked deep into Kevin’s eyes, trying to find a reason behind his sudden interest in that kind of sex game. “The knife?”
“It was really hot to see you so determined and dangerous, and… ready.” Kevin grabbed Scotty’s mouth, calling back the feelings the blade on his skin had provoked in him.
“Really?” Scotty smirked, and pushed Kevin in the direction of the bedroom door. “Then, I’m glad I brought it along with me.”
The End