For Marie...
Okay, so Marie challenged me to write a smut fic without using the word cock or any such related word...which was bloody difficult actually. So, this is for Marie, like I said...usual disclaimer applies, of course. Don't know or own them and this never happened otherwise we'd all be the happiest peoples in the whole wide world.
*hugs Marie*
You know, you have never ever lived until you’ve tasted one of Ville’s chocolate cakes. Yeah, you wouldn’t think he’d be the kind of person to bake cakes, would you? But he is. And he does. And goddamn, they’re good.
They’re so good in fact, that the first time he made me one I was so seduced by it that I made love to him right there on the kitchen floor of my old house in West Chester. The one where Vito now lives, so yeah, it was years ago. And just incase the fact that I got turned on by his chocolate cake didn’t tell you how amazing it was, we weren’t even a couple at the time. We were friends, just hanging out. Ape and Phil had gone on vacation and we had run out of food. So I begged Ville to make me something and…chocolate cake happened. And then…you know…other stuff happened too…
I had been sitting on the table watching him while he made it, laughing a bit as the cat leapt up onto the worktop beside him and he jumped, his hand landing in the flour and sending a cloud of white dust all over him. He let me lick the bowl - something my mother has never let me do when she’s baking - and jokingly made to lick some of the mixture off my nose. I swiped him away of course - we were just friends after all - and he sat beside me on the table as it baked and started to smell damn good.
We talked about all the random crap we’ve always talked about, watched and howled with laughter as the cat fell off the counter and landed in its bowl of water - soooo funny - and finally, the cake was done. He took it out the oven, swatted me away when I tried to steal a bit before he took it out the cake tin, put the frosting on and presented me with a slice, a glass of milk and a huge smile on his face.
I beamed back at him because despite the fact that he was just my friend, I had always thought he was beautiful when he smiled. I took a mouthful of the cake and nearly died in pleasure. It was the most chocolaty, gooey, delicious cake I had ever, ever tasted in my whole life. It was gone within a minute. The slice, that is, not the whole cake. Even I’m not that greedy. I polished off the milk and sighed in happiness, looking up to see Ville watching me with a bemused smile on his face and a forkful of cake halfway to his mouth.
“What?”
“Nothing…”
I stood up and walked towards him, going to put my dishes in the sink beside him. And then lunged forwards at the last second to steal the forkful of cake that was an inch from his mouth.
He yelped a bit in surprise and let out a “Hey!” before my lips fell on his. It wasn’t planned. I didn’t steal his cake and then think, ‘I think I’ll kiss him now’. It just happened. And when my lips pulled away, believe me, I was just as shocked as he was. But we didn’t stop to think about it. My lips crashed back into his and he somehow managed to put the plate down on the worktop without pulling his lips away from mine. We fell to the floor and the cat hissed and ran into the other room.
Clothes were being pulled off, lips sucking and kissing and teeth biting…we were naked and about to fuck before either of us really realized what we were doing. It didn’t stop us though. A brief pause where we looked into each others eyes and tried to control our erratic breathing and then…I rolled us over so I was on top and kissed him. Slowly and with tenderness I hadn’t known I possessed. His hands came up to hold my face and he let out a deep moan from somewhere within his chest and the vibrations traveled through my body, turning me on even more than I had been before.
Whereas before, I had been about to screw our brains out, right in the instant our eyes met I wanted it to be more. I prepared him gently and lovingly before I pushed inside him. Our bodies moved perfectly together, it was like we just…fit, we connected. I kept kissing him, our eyes open most of the time, seeing a vague confusion in his eyes and a lot of love and affection, knowing that the exact same must be mirrored in my own eyes.
We had started off slow and our pace grew a bit as we neared our climaxes. I wished, as I pulled my lips back from his to watch him come with my name on his lips and a look of wonder in his eyes, that I could have lasted long enough to make him come for me again, but his muscles tightening around me and the angelic vision of his face below me tipped me over the edge and I came, crying out his name softly and letting myself be pulled down into his arms.
My brain started working again a minute later and I tilted my head up to look at his face. He was watching me with a smile and when I smiled back, he kissed my forehead lightly. I leant up, pulled out of his wonderful body and he sat up too. We sat there, naked on the kitchen floor, for fuck knows how long…leaning against one another, talking about what had just happened…and we came to one conclusion: we were in love. Both of us, without a doubt, head over heels, truly in love.
Those chocolate cakes of his have featured pretty heavily in our lives together. He makes me them for birthdays, for anniversaries, to say he’s sorry, to say thank you, to say that he loves me…you’d think we’d be bored of them by now, but that’ll never happen. Chocolate cake got us to where we are today, in a crowded club with his arms around me and matching rings on our fingers, dancing together near a chocolate cake that someone (I’m blaming Raab) decided to stick two little groom dolls on top of.
This man has shown me everything. He’s shown me the world, he’s shown me how to love and how to be loved. He’s shown me that I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on this whole planet. I had never lived until he loved me. Which by definition really means that, like I said, I had never ever lived until I had tasted one of Ville’s chocolate cakes.
*hugs Marie*
You know, you have never ever lived until you’ve tasted one of Ville’s chocolate cakes. Yeah, you wouldn’t think he’d be the kind of person to bake cakes, would you? But he is. And he does. And goddamn, they’re good.
They’re so good in fact, that the first time he made me one I was so seduced by it that I made love to him right there on the kitchen floor of my old house in West Chester. The one where Vito now lives, so yeah, it was years ago. And just incase the fact that I got turned on by his chocolate cake didn’t tell you how amazing it was, we weren’t even a couple at the time. We were friends, just hanging out. Ape and Phil had gone on vacation and we had run out of food. So I begged Ville to make me something and…chocolate cake happened. And then…you know…other stuff happened too…
I had been sitting on the table watching him while he made it, laughing a bit as the cat leapt up onto the worktop beside him and he jumped, his hand landing in the flour and sending a cloud of white dust all over him. He let me lick the bowl - something my mother has never let me do when she’s baking - and jokingly made to lick some of the mixture off my nose. I swiped him away of course - we were just friends after all - and he sat beside me on the table as it baked and started to smell damn good.
We talked about all the random crap we’ve always talked about, watched and howled with laughter as the cat fell off the counter and landed in its bowl of water - soooo funny - and finally, the cake was done. He took it out the oven, swatted me away when I tried to steal a bit before he took it out the cake tin, put the frosting on and presented me with a slice, a glass of milk and a huge smile on his face.
I beamed back at him because despite the fact that he was just my friend, I had always thought he was beautiful when he smiled. I took a mouthful of the cake and nearly died in pleasure. It was the most chocolaty, gooey, delicious cake I had ever, ever tasted in my whole life. It was gone within a minute. The slice, that is, not the whole cake. Even I’m not that greedy. I polished off the milk and sighed in happiness, looking up to see Ville watching me with a bemused smile on his face and a forkful of cake halfway to his mouth.
“What?”
“Nothing…”
I stood up and walked towards him, going to put my dishes in the sink beside him. And then lunged forwards at the last second to steal the forkful of cake that was an inch from his mouth.
He yelped a bit in surprise and let out a “Hey!” before my lips fell on his. It wasn’t planned. I didn’t steal his cake and then think, ‘I think I’ll kiss him now’. It just happened. And when my lips pulled away, believe me, I was just as shocked as he was. But we didn’t stop to think about it. My lips crashed back into his and he somehow managed to put the plate down on the worktop without pulling his lips away from mine. We fell to the floor and the cat hissed and ran into the other room.
Clothes were being pulled off, lips sucking and kissing and teeth biting…we were naked and about to fuck before either of us really realized what we were doing. It didn’t stop us though. A brief pause where we looked into each others eyes and tried to control our erratic breathing and then…I rolled us over so I was on top and kissed him. Slowly and with tenderness I hadn’t known I possessed. His hands came up to hold my face and he let out a deep moan from somewhere within his chest and the vibrations traveled through my body, turning me on even more than I had been before.
Whereas before, I had been about to screw our brains out, right in the instant our eyes met I wanted it to be more. I prepared him gently and lovingly before I pushed inside him. Our bodies moved perfectly together, it was like we just…fit, we connected. I kept kissing him, our eyes open most of the time, seeing a vague confusion in his eyes and a lot of love and affection, knowing that the exact same must be mirrored in my own eyes.
We had started off slow and our pace grew a bit as we neared our climaxes. I wished, as I pulled my lips back from his to watch him come with my name on his lips and a look of wonder in his eyes, that I could have lasted long enough to make him come for me again, but his muscles tightening around me and the angelic vision of his face below me tipped me over the edge and I came, crying out his name softly and letting myself be pulled down into his arms.
My brain started working again a minute later and I tilted my head up to look at his face. He was watching me with a smile and when I smiled back, he kissed my forehead lightly. I leant up, pulled out of his wonderful body and he sat up too. We sat there, naked on the kitchen floor, for fuck knows how long…leaning against one another, talking about what had just happened…and we came to one conclusion: we were in love. Both of us, without a doubt, head over heels, truly in love.
Those chocolate cakes of his have featured pretty heavily in our lives together. He makes me them for birthdays, for anniversaries, to say he’s sorry, to say thank you, to say that he loves me…you’d think we’d be bored of them by now, but that’ll never happen. Chocolate cake got us to where we are today, in a crowded club with his arms around me and matching rings on our fingers, dancing together near a chocolate cake that someone (I’m blaming Raab) decided to stick two little groom dolls on top of.
This man has shown me everything. He’s shown me the world, he’s shown me how to love and how to be loved. He’s shown me that I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on this whole planet. I had never lived until he loved me. Which by definition really means that, like I said, I had never ever lived until I had tasted one of Ville’s chocolate cakes.