FIC: Promises
Title: Promises
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Fetish, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever for the beta, hand holding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Jeffrey Dean Morgan & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Note: This was written for ghausia for xmas_kinkathon who gave the kink 'spanking'
Summary: Jeff has his own methods for ensuring Christian keeps his promises
"I swear, if you don't get the hell out of my kitchen right this second, I'm gonna tan your hide!"
Jeff laughed and, ignoring Christian's outburst, sidled up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, kissing his cheek. "That right?"
Christian pushed Jeff backwards and turned to face him, hands on his hips. "I mean it, Jeff..."
"Sure you do, sweetheart," Jeff chuckled and leaned forward, brushing his lips over Christian's. "I can't help finding a man who cooks sexy." He deepened the kiss, his hands straying under Christian's apron to wrap around his waist, pulling him close. "Especially when it's one as good looking as you. Would be sexier in just the apron..." he suggested, mock-innocent expression on his face as he started unzipping Christian's jeans.
"Jeff..." There was a warning growl to Christian's voice; one that made Jeff stop in his tracks and straighten up and meet Christian's eyes, a crooked and somewhat sheepish grin on his face. "If you find me so sexy when I'm cooking, you best let me get on with the cooking so I can keep on being sexy for you."
Jeff cocked his head to one side, pretending to think about it. "OK then," he agreed, kissing Christian then pouring himself a coffee and perching on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the bar and resting his chin on them, watching Christian. "Go ahead. Cook. Be sexy. I'll just sit here and watch like a good boy."
"You do that." There was amusement in Christian's voice as he shook his head, pushed his hair out of his face and zipped his jeans back up. He could feel Jeff's eyes on him as he turned back to the counter, picking up a carrot and deftly slicing it, singing half-under his breath as he tried to ignore Jeff.
"Did you remember the salt?" Jeff called out as Christian slid the board of chopped vegetables into the saucepan of water on the hob. He grinned to himself when Christian visibly took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, a beat of ten counted out between them before he turned around
"Yes, Jeff. The water is salted." Christian replied through gritted teeth.
"OK, just thought I'd check. Y'know," he continued thoughtfully, running one finger across his lips. "My mom likes to put some herbs in with the carrots. I like thyme on mine. Parsley, that's good too. Maybe a touch of pepper."
"You gotta be fuckin..." Spinning round to face Jeff, Christian glared at him, one eyebrow raised. "Herbs? You even know the names of herbs?"
"Like I said - my mom..."
"I hate thyme on my carrots. It goes on the chicken, not the carrots." Another deep breath as he wiped his hands on the apron. "Who's doing the cooking here, Morgan?" Christian demanded.
"You are," Jeff nodded in agreement, biting back the grin he could feel tugging at his lips. "Ah... you want me to shut up and let you get on with it?"
"Yes Jeff. I want you to shut up and let me get on with it."
"OK. Sorry, Christian."
"Ok." Christian took a deep breath before picking up his knife again and reaching for the mushrooms, slicing them thinly. He swore, actually jumping and slamming his knife down on the chopping board as Jeff's arms slid around his waist once more. "What are you doing?" He demanded, pushing Jeff backwards and slapping at his hands as he reached for the spoon, intent on tasting the sauce in the pan. "Please tell me you're doing this on purpose? You don't sneak up on a man with a knife in his hand!"
"It's a vegetable knife," Jeff tried to point out, holding his hands up.
"Look, Jeff... I love you. But you're being a distraction. I'm trying to cook. You're getting in the way. Get gone." He brandished the wooden spoon he'd just taken from Jff like a weapon, pointing at the door with his other hand. "Now," he insisted when Jeff opened his mouth to reply, then smirked when Jeff sighed and turned to leave, laying a smack on his ass with the spoon that made Jeff yelp and jump, whirling round to face Christian and rubbing his ass.
"You hit me!"
The shock and confusion in Jeff's voice brought Christian up short, his anger disapparating almost instantly. "Jeff... Fuck darlin, I'm sorry." He stepped up behind Jeff and wrapped his arms around him to kiss his throat then turn him around. "I..." He trailed off, shaking his head in amusement and smacking Jeff again at the lust radiating from his eyes. "Fucker, had me worried."
Jeff chuckled, his arms wrapping around Christian's waist; Christian's arms looping around his neck as they kissed. "You promised to tan my hide if I didn't get out your kitchen," he reminded Christian as he backed them against the counter, trapping Christian with one arm either side of him. "And I'm still waitin for you to keep that promise. One swat with a wooden spoon does not a spanked ass make."
"Pushy bottom," Christian growled, his hands flat on Jeff's chest shoving him backwards. He grabbed one of Jeff's upper arms and spun him around, laying a quick succession of slaps on his ass with the spoon. "Bedroom. Now." He paused long enough to switch both the hob and oven off then followed Jeff down the hall, his breath catching in his chest at the sight of Jeff on his hands and knees in the middle of their bed, looking over one shoulder, waiting for him wearing nothing but a grin. Christian quickly stripped, his cock curving hard up over his belly as he climbed onto the bed behind Jeff, pressing a soft kiss to each cheek. "Very nice," he murmured, one hand resting lightly on Jeff's back, the other caressing his ass, stroking the curve of the cheeks down to upper thigh until Jeff was panting, rocking back into the touch. Then he laid the first slap, the sound seeming to echo around them as the other cheek received an identical smack.
Christian continued spanking Jeff until his ass was turning pink and he was arching back into the touch. Changing from smacks to caresses again, Christian gently rubbed over Jeff's lower back, ass and thighs until Jeff was moaning; his hands fisting in the sheets, his legs spreading wider and his forehead on his ams. "Should see yourself," Christian commented appreciatively. "Fucking beautiful. Ass all pink, and the way you're offerin it up to me..." He scratched his nails down Jeff's ass, making him cry out before continuing to lay harder slaps down, barely giving Jeff a chance to catch his breath between each one until Jeff was moaning with every exhalation, hips rocking into and away from Christian.
"More," Jeff ground out, his voice gruff and low. "Harder. Fuck..." He swore, arching up as Christian obliged; finding a fast hard rhythm, his finger spreading leaving a sting with each slap. "Yeah. Fuck, Chris... Just there, yeah... fuck..." He trailed off and the only sounds in the room the sound of skin slapping skin punctuating by grunts and growls until Christian shifted position to grip Jeff by the hips and sink his cock in in one deep stroke that made both men cry out. Christian pulled Jeff onto his lap to ride him, his cock brushing over his prostate as he rocked up and down; Jeff rising and sinking down as Christian snapped his hips up and pumped Jeff's cock in time.
Jeff orgasmed with a low growl, tensing against Christian and coating his hand with come. He pressed his hands down on Christian's thighs stilling him before rising off with a groan; Christian whining in loss.
Christian opened his mouth to protest, to complain but before the words had time to form Jeff had pulled him up and flipped them over so Christian was on his back on the bed, Jeff between his legs, two fingers fucking in and out of his ass as Jeff tongued his cock. "Jeff... Fuck..." Christian lifted his head to meet Jeff's eyes, panting and gasping for breath as his cock was swallowed down and he rocked up and came so hard he saw stars, a panted mantra of 'fuck' and 'Jeff' tumbling from his lips. He reached out and grabbed hold of Jeff, pulling him down on top of him, legs tightly around him holding him close as his tongue parted his lips and licked every taste of himself from Jeff's mouth.
Jeff groaned and started to pull back but Christian followed him, grumbling against his lips. There was a smile and then Jeff was kissing back, two set of hands touching, caressing, stroking, desperate for skin on skin as they made out, still rocking against each other, hyper-sensitive cocks touching and sending electric shivers down Jeff's spine. He groaned and braced himself on the bed with one arm as he broke the kiss, tongue flicking over the tip of Christian's nose.
"Too old for round two just yet," he chuckled self-deprecatingly, eyebrow raised as Christian's cock filled out against his thigh. He leaned forward, pressing kisses over Christian's jaw, mouthing at the scratch of stubble, his fingers tangling in the younger man's hair. He ran a finger along the under-side of Christian's half-erect cock, grinning at how he hissed and rocked up. "Remind me to annoy you when you're cooking more often," he teased. "Not too often, cant go hungry but that..." He ran his nails down Christian's ass eliciting a whimper. "Now, where's that spoon..."
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Fetish, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever for the beta, hand holding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Jeffrey Dean Morgan & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Note: This was written for ghausia for xmas_kinkathon who gave the kink 'spanking'
Summary: Jeff has his own methods for ensuring Christian keeps his promises
"I swear, if you don't get the hell out of my kitchen right this second, I'm gonna tan your hide!"
Jeff laughed and, ignoring Christian's outburst, sidled up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, kissing his cheek. "That right?"
Christian pushed Jeff backwards and turned to face him, hands on his hips. "I mean it, Jeff..."
"Sure you do, sweetheart," Jeff chuckled and leaned forward, brushing his lips over Christian's. "I can't help finding a man who cooks sexy." He deepened the kiss, his hands straying under Christian's apron to wrap around his waist, pulling him close. "Especially when it's one as good looking as you. Would be sexier in just the apron..." he suggested, mock-innocent expression on his face as he started unzipping Christian's jeans.
"Jeff..." There was a warning growl to Christian's voice; one that made Jeff stop in his tracks and straighten up and meet Christian's eyes, a crooked and somewhat sheepish grin on his face. "If you find me so sexy when I'm cooking, you best let me get on with the cooking so I can keep on being sexy for you."
Jeff cocked his head to one side, pretending to think about it. "OK then," he agreed, kissing Christian then pouring himself a coffee and perching on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the bar and resting his chin on them, watching Christian. "Go ahead. Cook. Be sexy. I'll just sit here and watch like a good boy."
"You do that." There was amusement in Christian's voice as he shook his head, pushed his hair out of his face and zipped his jeans back up. He could feel Jeff's eyes on him as he turned back to the counter, picking up a carrot and deftly slicing it, singing half-under his breath as he tried to ignore Jeff.
"Did you remember the salt?" Jeff called out as Christian slid the board of chopped vegetables into the saucepan of water on the hob. He grinned to himself when Christian visibly took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, a beat of ten counted out between them before he turned around
"Yes, Jeff. The water is salted." Christian replied through gritted teeth.
"OK, just thought I'd check. Y'know," he continued thoughtfully, running one finger across his lips. "My mom likes to put some herbs in with the carrots. I like thyme on mine. Parsley, that's good too. Maybe a touch of pepper."
"You gotta be fuckin..." Spinning round to face Jeff, Christian glared at him, one eyebrow raised. "Herbs? You even know the names of herbs?"
"Like I said - my mom..."
"I hate thyme on my carrots. It goes on the chicken, not the carrots." Another deep breath as he wiped his hands on the apron. "Who's doing the cooking here, Morgan?" Christian demanded.
"You are," Jeff nodded in agreement, biting back the grin he could feel tugging at his lips. "Ah... you want me to shut up and let you get on with it?"
"Yes Jeff. I want you to shut up and let me get on with it."
"OK. Sorry, Christian."
"Ok." Christian took a deep breath before picking up his knife again and reaching for the mushrooms, slicing them thinly. He swore, actually jumping and slamming his knife down on the chopping board as Jeff's arms slid around his waist once more. "What are you doing?" He demanded, pushing Jeff backwards and slapping at his hands as he reached for the spoon, intent on tasting the sauce in the pan. "Please tell me you're doing this on purpose? You don't sneak up on a man with a knife in his hand!"
"It's a vegetable knife," Jeff tried to point out, holding his hands up.
"Look, Jeff... I love you. But you're being a distraction. I'm trying to cook. You're getting in the way. Get gone." He brandished the wooden spoon he'd just taken from Jff like a weapon, pointing at the door with his other hand. "Now," he insisted when Jeff opened his mouth to reply, then smirked when Jeff sighed and turned to leave, laying a smack on his ass with the spoon that made Jeff yelp and jump, whirling round to face Christian and rubbing his ass.
"You hit me!"
The shock and confusion in Jeff's voice brought Christian up short, his anger disapparating almost instantly. "Jeff... Fuck darlin, I'm sorry." He stepped up behind Jeff and wrapped his arms around him to kiss his throat then turn him around. "I..." He trailed off, shaking his head in amusement and smacking Jeff again at the lust radiating from his eyes. "Fucker, had me worried."
Jeff chuckled, his arms wrapping around Christian's waist; Christian's arms looping around his neck as they kissed. "You promised to tan my hide if I didn't get out your kitchen," he reminded Christian as he backed them against the counter, trapping Christian with one arm either side of him. "And I'm still waitin for you to keep that promise. One swat with a wooden spoon does not a spanked ass make."
"Pushy bottom," Christian growled, his hands flat on Jeff's chest shoving him backwards. He grabbed one of Jeff's upper arms and spun him around, laying a quick succession of slaps on his ass with the spoon. "Bedroom. Now." He paused long enough to switch both the hob and oven off then followed Jeff down the hall, his breath catching in his chest at the sight of Jeff on his hands and knees in the middle of their bed, looking over one shoulder, waiting for him wearing nothing but a grin. Christian quickly stripped, his cock curving hard up over his belly as he climbed onto the bed behind Jeff, pressing a soft kiss to each cheek. "Very nice," he murmured, one hand resting lightly on Jeff's back, the other caressing his ass, stroking the curve of the cheeks down to upper thigh until Jeff was panting, rocking back into the touch. Then he laid the first slap, the sound seeming to echo around them as the other cheek received an identical smack.
Christian continued spanking Jeff until his ass was turning pink and he was arching back into the touch. Changing from smacks to caresses again, Christian gently rubbed over Jeff's lower back, ass and thighs until Jeff was moaning; his hands fisting in the sheets, his legs spreading wider and his forehead on his ams. "Should see yourself," Christian commented appreciatively. "Fucking beautiful. Ass all pink, and the way you're offerin it up to me..." He scratched his nails down Jeff's ass, making him cry out before continuing to lay harder slaps down, barely giving Jeff a chance to catch his breath between each one until Jeff was moaning with every exhalation, hips rocking into and away from Christian.
"More," Jeff ground out, his voice gruff and low. "Harder. Fuck..." He swore, arching up as Christian obliged; finding a fast hard rhythm, his finger spreading leaving a sting with each slap. "Yeah. Fuck, Chris... Just there, yeah... fuck..." He trailed off and the only sounds in the room the sound of skin slapping skin punctuating by grunts and growls until Christian shifted position to grip Jeff by the hips and sink his cock in in one deep stroke that made both men cry out. Christian pulled Jeff onto his lap to ride him, his cock brushing over his prostate as he rocked up and down; Jeff rising and sinking down as Christian snapped his hips up and pumped Jeff's cock in time.
Jeff orgasmed with a low growl, tensing against Christian and coating his hand with come. He pressed his hands down on Christian's thighs stilling him before rising off with a groan; Christian whining in loss.
Christian opened his mouth to protest, to complain but before the words had time to form Jeff had pulled him up and flipped them over so Christian was on his back on the bed, Jeff between his legs, two fingers fucking in and out of his ass as Jeff tongued his cock. "Jeff... Fuck..." Christian lifted his head to meet Jeff's eyes, panting and gasping for breath as his cock was swallowed down and he rocked up and came so hard he saw stars, a panted mantra of 'fuck' and 'Jeff' tumbling from his lips. He reached out and grabbed hold of Jeff, pulling him down on top of him, legs tightly around him holding him close as his tongue parted his lips and licked every taste of himself from Jeff's mouth.
Jeff groaned and started to pull back but Christian followed him, grumbling against his lips. There was a smile and then Jeff was kissing back, two set of hands touching, caressing, stroking, desperate for skin on skin as they made out, still rocking against each other, hyper-sensitive cocks touching and sending electric shivers down Jeff's spine. He groaned and braced himself on the bed with one arm as he broke the kiss, tongue flicking over the tip of Christian's nose.
"Too old for round two just yet," he chuckled self-deprecatingly, eyebrow raised as Christian's cock filled out against his thigh. He leaned forward, pressing kisses over Christian's jaw, mouthing at the scratch of stubble, his fingers tangling in the younger man's hair. He ran a finger along the under-side of Christian's half-erect cock, grinning at how he hissed and rocked up. "Remind me to annoy you when you're cooking more often," he teased. "Not too often, cant go hungry but that..." He ran his nails down Christian's ass eliciting a whimper. "Now, where's that spoon..."
~El Fin~