A Holiday Gift for moonbrightnites!
Title: Culinary Endeavors
Author: museme87
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 517
Warnings: strong language, sexual suggestion
Summary: It's no rain of toads, but Justin is pretty certain that Brian in the kitchen is one of the signs of the Apocalypse.
Author's Note: Written for moonbrightnites for my qaf-holiday drabble giveaway. The prompt was "Brian/Justin, "Wait, you know how to bake?". This can take place at any point in the series when Justin isn't living with Brian, though I imagine it's around season three or four. Happy holidays!
Justin nearly does a double take when he closes the door to the loft.
He has to be seeing things. Brian Kinney? In the kitchen? It's not so much the location that's throwing him. Brian uses the kitchen for all sorts of purposes-mixing drinks, pouring water over himself, getting head, fucking Justin within an inch of his life. The problem is that Brian is actually in the kitchen, doing what most normal people do.
Cooking.
"What are you doing?"
Brian looks up from where he's peering into the oven. "What's it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you're baking something. But I know that can't be the case because I don't recall you ever baking. So unless you've come down with amnesia in the two hours since I saw you last and have forgotten entirely who you are and what you do in this kitchen-"
"Relax, princess." With one final look in the oven, Brian stands up and tosses his oven mitt on the counter. "If I'd known your panties would get this bunched, I would have waited until your shift at the diner to start my culinary endeavors."
"So it is food, then?" Justin scrunches his nose. "Not putting together a bomb or anything? Because honestly, Brian, I think I'd feel better if it were a bomb. It's much more you."
Winding his arms around Justin, Brian pulls him in close. He dips his head, and Justin stands on his tip-toes to meet Brian's lips. When Brian grabs his ass, Justin smirks against his mouth, their kiss suddenly fumbled. And Brian takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between parted lips. Justin's laugh becomes strangled and dies as he feels Brian's cock hard against his thigh.
"Welcome back," Brian says against his lips when they break.
"Kiss me like that every time I come over and I just might come over more often." Justin pulls back just a little. "But, you still haven't answered my question. Though five points for diversionary tactics and technique."
Brian groans. "Sunshine, you're going to be the death of me. I'm just baking some brownies for Lindsay for her birthday."
"Brownies?"
"Very special brownies. For adults only."
Justin smirks. "You're sweet sometimes."
"It has nothing to do with sweetness. We've been doing the brownie thing since college. I'd never hear the fucking end of it if I missed a year."
"You never do anything you don't want to do."
"And right now, what I want to do is you."
"Mmm," Justin hums as Brian begins to work at his fly. "As nice as that sounds, we wouldn't want your brownies to burn, Betty Crocker. Better wait until they're done."
He pushes Brian away lightly and walks towards the sofa, swinging his hips. Justin likes being a tease, likes being in control of the situation and calling the shots every once in a while. More importantly, he loves the "lesson" that Brian "teaches" him when he acts this way, when he makes Brian wait.
"Oh, fuck you, Sunshine," Brian growls, entirely without heat.
Yes, Justin thinks, that's the idea.
Author: museme87
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 517
Warnings: strong language, sexual suggestion
Summary: It's no rain of toads, but Justin is pretty certain that Brian in the kitchen is one of the signs of the Apocalypse.
Author's Note: Written for moonbrightnites for my qaf-holiday drabble giveaway. The prompt was "Brian/Justin, "Wait, you know how to bake?". This can take place at any point in the series when Justin isn't living with Brian, though I imagine it's around season three or four. Happy holidays!
Justin nearly does a double take when he closes the door to the loft.
He has to be seeing things. Brian Kinney? In the kitchen? It's not so much the location that's throwing him. Brian uses the kitchen for all sorts of purposes-mixing drinks, pouring water over himself, getting head, fucking Justin within an inch of his life. The problem is that Brian is actually in the kitchen, doing what most normal people do.
Cooking.
"What are you doing?"
Brian looks up from where he's peering into the oven. "What's it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you're baking something. But I know that can't be the case because I don't recall you ever baking. So unless you've come down with amnesia in the two hours since I saw you last and have forgotten entirely who you are and what you do in this kitchen-"
"Relax, princess." With one final look in the oven, Brian stands up and tosses his oven mitt on the counter. "If I'd known your panties would get this bunched, I would have waited until your shift at the diner to start my culinary endeavors."
"So it is food, then?" Justin scrunches his nose. "Not putting together a bomb or anything? Because honestly, Brian, I think I'd feel better if it were a bomb. It's much more you."
Winding his arms around Justin, Brian pulls him in close. He dips his head, and Justin stands on his tip-toes to meet Brian's lips. When Brian grabs his ass, Justin smirks against his mouth, their kiss suddenly fumbled. And Brian takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between parted lips. Justin's laugh becomes strangled and dies as he feels Brian's cock hard against his thigh.
"Welcome back," Brian says against his lips when they break.
"Kiss me like that every time I come over and I just might come over more often." Justin pulls back just a little. "But, you still haven't answered my question. Though five points for diversionary tactics and technique."
Brian groans. "Sunshine, you're going to be the death of me. I'm just baking some brownies for Lindsay for her birthday."
"Brownies?"
"Very special brownies. For adults only."
Justin smirks. "You're sweet sometimes."
"It has nothing to do with sweetness. We've been doing the brownie thing since college. I'd never hear the fucking end of it if I missed a year."
"You never do anything you don't want to do."
"And right now, what I want to do is you."
"Mmm," Justin hums as Brian begins to work at his fly. "As nice as that sounds, we wouldn't want your brownies to burn, Betty Crocker. Better wait until they're done."
He pushes Brian away lightly and walks towards the sofa, swinging his hips. Justin likes being a tease, likes being in control of the situation and calling the shots every once in a while. More importantly, he loves the "lesson" that Brian "teaches" him when he acts this way, when he makes Brian wait.
"Oh, fuck you, Sunshine," Brian growls, entirely without heat.
Yes, Justin thinks, that's the idea.