Think I'm In Love (But It Makes Me Kinda Nervous To Say So) , 6/6
Title: Think I'm In Love (But It Makes Me Kinda Nervous To Say So), 6/6
Pairing: Oscar/Andy
Rating for this Chapter: NC-17
Word Count: 840
Spoilers: Through "Secret Santa"
Disclaimer: I'm all out of witty phrases. Andy and Oscar aren't having on-screen sex. Ergo, I don't own The Office or any of its characters.
Summary for this Chapter: Raviolis, anyone?
A/N: Last chapter! (Still not beta'd.) Forgive me for the language; I am probably terrible at writing smut. There might be an epilogue if I can think of a way to fit one in.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
"Hey honey, what do you think about some ravioli tonight?" Andy called out from his kitchen. "I know you like Italian food and everything, and you never got to eat that lasagna."
Oscar grinned to himself. "Ravioli sounds great, but do you really have to call me 'honey'?"
"Course I do, sweetie pie. The Nard dog always uses pet names; it shows his kibbles and bits how much he cares." Just then Andy walked into the living room with two plates of ravioli.
"It's microwaved, I hope that's okay. I didn't want to spend hours cooking in a separate room from you, so I figured it'd be alright if it meant getting to spend more time closer to you." Andy smiled his big Andy smile and placed the dishes on his coffee table.
"It's great, Andy. Really." Andy joined Oscar on the couch, knees touching. Oscar forked a ravioli noodle and brought it up to his mouth, Andy watching excitedly. "I can blow on it if you want me to, you know, to make sure you don't burn your mouth."
Oscar couldn't help but get a little turned on by the beginning of his phrase. He shot Andy a skeptical glare, then enclosed his mouth around the pasta.
Andy wasn't sure why he never noticed how erotic it was to watch Oscar eat. To see those lips opening up for the food, that tongue slithering out just enough to get a taste, then to take it into his mouth completely. He was starting to get aroused just thinking about it. He had an idea.
Out of nowhere, he picked up a piece of ravioli and flung it at Oscar's face, smacking against his cheek. "Hey, what was that for?"
Andy just giggled and picked up another piece, repeating his action. "Andy, what the hell are you doing?" Andy leaned forward and sensually licked the side of Oscar's cheek, Oscar feeling the heat of Andy's moist breath and soft tongue against his skin. He turned and captured Andy's lips with his, quickly deepening the kiss.
Without warning, he pulled back, grabbed a piece for himself, and shoved it down the front of Andy's shirt. He started giggling as the sauce seeped through Andy's sweater vest. "Not cool, man. This was a new shirt. You're gonna pay for that."
Andy grabbed a fistful of noodles and shoved them down Oscar's shirt. Oscar let out a whimper as he felt the hot ravioli noodles running down his abdomen. He leaned back on the couch as Andy crawled on top of him. Oscar pulled Andy's vest over his head and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Wait." Andy reached in his shirt, grabbed the piece that had fallen in, and smeared it against Oscar's neck. He then finished unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off completely and throwing it to the other side of the room.
Oscar let his hands roam free over Andy's fully exposed chest. He ran a finger through the remaining sauce, bringing it up to his lips and sucking it clean. He could feel Andy's erection grow as it pressed against his thigh.
Andy leaned down and started sucking up the ravioli remnants on Oscar's neck. Oscar let out a soft moan. Andy reached for the buttons on Oscar's shirt and started undoing them, one by one, until his midsection was free.
He kissed his way down to Oscar's chest, licking up more of the ravioli sauce as he did so. Oscar wrapped his hands around Andy's back, massaging his shoulder blades.
When Andy reached Oscar's pants, he wrapped his teeth around his waistband, slowly undoing his belt. "Please, Andy," Oscar whined, his hips writhing forward. Andy removed his belt and threw it on the floor, then proceeded to undo the button and the zipper that remained.
Oscar lifted his hips as Andy pulled his pants down over his thighs, revealing the bulge in his lavender briefs. Oscar kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving himself in next to nothing. Feeling uneven, he reached up to Andy's waistband, pulling his belt off, quickly ridding him of his pants.
Andy pressed himself into Oscar, their erections grinding against each other, causing Andy to shiver. He shoved his briefs off, exposing his length, Oscar quickly following suit.
Both men let out a gasp as they joined bodies, feeling each other against bare skin. Andy sloppily pressed his mouth against Oscar's, grinding their hips together. Oscar took both their erections in hand and started pumping them, together, as fast as possible.
He felt Andy's length throb against his and he lost it. Letting out something between a moan and a grunt, he came hard, spilling himself between their abdomens. This triggered Andy's release, and moments later he collapsed, panting, on top of Oscar.
"Who knew having sex with a dude could be so hot?" Andy managed to get out between breaths. "That wasn't even the best of it," Oscar replied, exhaustedly. He smiled, slowly closed his eyes, whilst running his fingers through Andy's hair.
Pairing: Oscar/Andy
Rating for this Chapter: NC-17
Word Count: 840
Spoilers: Through "Secret Santa"
Disclaimer: I'm all out of witty phrases. Andy and Oscar aren't having on-screen sex. Ergo, I don't own The Office or any of its characters.
Summary for this Chapter: Raviolis, anyone?
A/N: Last chapter! (Still not beta'd.) Forgive me for the language; I am probably terrible at writing smut. There might be an epilogue if I can think of a way to fit one in.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
"Hey honey, what do you think about some ravioli tonight?" Andy called out from his kitchen. "I know you like Italian food and everything, and you never got to eat that lasagna."
Oscar grinned to himself. "Ravioli sounds great, but do you really have to call me 'honey'?"
"Course I do, sweetie pie. The Nard dog always uses pet names; it shows his kibbles and bits how much he cares." Just then Andy walked into the living room with two plates of ravioli.
"It's microwaved, I hope that's okay. I didn't want to spend hours cooking in a separate room from you, so I figured it'd be alright if it meant getting to spend more time closer to you." Andy smiled his big Andy smile and placed the dishes on his coffee table.
"It's great, Andy. Really." Andy joined Oscar on the couch, knees touching. Oscar forked a ravioli noodle and brought it up to his mouth, Andy watching excitedly. "I can blow on it if you want me to, you know, to make sure you don't burn your mouth."
Oscar couldn't help but get a little turned on by the beginning of his phrase. He shot Andy a skeptical glare, then enclosed his mouth around the pasta.
Andy wasn't sure why he never noticed how erotic it was to watch Oscar eat. To see those lips opening up for the food, that tongue slithering out just enough to get a taste, then to take it into his mouth completely. He was starting to get aroused just thinking about it. He had an idea.
Out of nowhere, he picked up a piece of ravioli and flung it at Oscar's face, smacking against his cheek. "Hey, what was that for?"
Andy just giggled and picked up another piece, repeating his action. "Andy, what the hell are you doing?" Andy leaned forward and sensually licked the side of Oscar's cheek, Oscar feeling the heat of Andy's moist breath and soft tongue against his skin. He turned and captured Andy's lips with his, quickly deepening the kiss.
Without warning, he pulled back, grabbed a piece for himself, and shoved it down the front of Andy's shirt. He started giggling as the sauce seeped through Andy's sweater vest. "Not cool, man. This was a new shirt. You're gonna pay for that."
Andy grabbed a fistful of noodles and shoved them down Oscar's shirt. Oscar let out a whimper as he felt the hot ravioli noodles running down his abdomen. He leaned back on the couch as Andy crawled on top of him. Oscar pulled Andy's vest over his head and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Wait." Andy reached in his shirt, grabbed the piece that had fallen in, and smeared it against Oscar's neck. He then finished unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off completely and throwing it to the other side of the room.
Oscar let his hands roam free over Andy's fully exposed chest. He ran a finger through the remaining sauce, bringing it up to his lips and sucking it clean. He could feel Andy's erection grow as it pressed against his thigh.
Andy leaned down and started sucking up the ravioli remnants on Oscar's neck. Oscar let out a soft moan. Andy reached for the buttons on Oscar's shirt and started undoing them, one by one, until his midsection was free.
He kissed his way down to Oscar's chest, licking up more of the ravioli sauce as he did so. Oscar wrapped his hands around Andy's back, massaging his shoulder blades.
When Andy reached Oscar's pants, he wrapped his teeth around his waistband, slowly undoing his belt. "Please, Andy," Oscar whined, his hips writhing forward. Andy removed his belt and threw it on the floor, then proceeded to undo the button and the zipper that remained.
Oscar lifted his hips as Andy pulled his pants down over his thighs, revealing the bulge in his lavender briefs. Oscar kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving himself in next to nothing. Feeling uneven, he reached up to Andy's waistband, pulling his belt off, quickly ridding him of his pants.
Andy pressed himself into Oscar, their erections grinding against each other, causing Andy to shiver. He shoved his briefs off, exposing his length, Oscar quickly following suit.
Both men let out a gasp as they joined bodies, feeling each other against bare skin. Andy sloppily pressed his mouth against Oscar's, grinding their hips together. Oscar took both their erections in hand and started pumping them, together, as fast as possible.
He felt Andy's length throb against his and he lost it. Letting out something between a moan and a grunt, he came hard, spilling himself between their abdomens. This triggered Andy's release, and moments later he collapsed, panting, on top of Oscar.
"Who knew having sex with a dude could be so hot?" Andy managed to get out between breaths. "That wasn't even the best of it," Oscar replied, exhaustedly. He smiled, slowly closed his eyes, whilst running his fingers through Andy's hair.