Kitchen Gods Box Set

by Beth Bolden

  “I want this,” Xander said, sliding his jeans down and ghosting his palm over Damon’s cock. “Are you going to let me have it?”

  Damon’s pupils were blown wide, his expression wavering between ecstatic and disbelieving. He nodded, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

  Xander took that as a green light, slid his jeans off the rest of the way, followed by his socks and then his boxer briefs. “I’m going to suck your cock now,” he said, remembering how he’d promised himself that he’d continue the dirty talk that Damon had enjoyed so much last time. It was a little more difficult to do that with his mouth full of dick, but he could do his best.

  His eyes grew bigger, tracking every movement of Xander’s without blinking.

  He was fully hard, curving a little toward his stomach, the tip damp with pre-come. Xander leaned down and licked up the underside, tongue curling around the tip.

  “Holy fuck,” Damon exhaled.

  Xander was under no illusions that this was the first blowjob Damon had ever received, but he was determined it would be one of the best ones.

  He gave his cock a shallow suck and let go with a pop. “You have a really gorgeous cock,” Xander said, hand reaching up to stroke the length experimentally. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”

  Damon gave a short, humorless bark of laughter, and the thigh muscles under Xander twitched. “What was stopping you?”

  It was clear it was a theoretical question, and Xander just smiled. “Nothing stopping me now.”

  Damon’s hand reached down, cupping the back of his head, and Xander let his mouth be guided right back to his dick. Xander figured that was Damon’s way of saying there was enough time to do all sorts of dirty talk later, and that he wanted Xander’s mouth to be doing something other than talking.

  Xander got the hint, and went to work, bobbing his mouth up and down in earnest, hand resting low to cup Damon’s balls. He must have been doing a good job, because Damon kept groaning like he was killing him, and way too soon, he tugged hard on Xander’s hair. He glanced up and Damon was sweating, breaths coming in short pants.

  “I’m too close,” Damon said. Xander gave his cock a little flick of his tongue, and watched his head fall back to the bed, and he groaned loudly again.

  It was just a few more strokes to finish him off, Xander letting his come pump onto his tongue. He swallowed and crawled up Damon’s chest. For a split second he forgot that Damon hadn’t done this before, and started to lean down so they could kiss.

  Then he remembered, realizing that Damon might not be comfortable tasting his own come in Xander’s mouth. He hesitated, nearly pulling back, but Damon’s big hand returned to the back of his head and pulled him in the rest of the way.

  They kissed for long minutes, Xander rocking almost subconsciously against Damon’s stomach, pleasure spiking through his veins. If the kissing bothered him, Damon didn’t show it once, instead he dove in, hands wrapping around Xander’s waist, sliding down toward his ass.

  Finally Xander pulled up, knowing he needed some sort of relief. Just the thought of Damon’s hand wrapping around him again made him almost come in his pants.

  “Can I try that too?” Damon asked, surprising the hell out of Xander.

  “If you want to,” Xander said, trying to be casual. “It’s not required.”

  “I want to,” Damon said stubbornly. “I’m not going to be very good, probably, but I still want to try it.”

  Xander gave a short laugh. “Truthfully, it’s hard to give a bad blowjob.”

  Rolling them over, Damon pulled off his tank, the way his abs flexed leaving Xander a little short of breath. He reached out, stroking them. “You’re so gorgeous.”

  Damon smiled. “If you think so, I’m not going to argue. But you . . .” he was just finishing pulling off the rest of Xander’s clothes, “are so fucking hot.”

  Leaning back on the headboard, Xander grinned. “Do your worst.”

  Damon hesitated, just staring at Xander’s cock. There wasn’t much blood in his brain at the moment, which was probably why Xander had forgotten how he’d dirty-talked/coached him through the hand job the other night.

  He could definitely do that again. It was hot as fuck, and they’d both enjoyed it.

  “Lick the tip,” Xander said, and his eyes fluttered close as the pleasure radiated through him. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, that feels good.”

  Damon did it again, curling his mouth around the head, just the way Xander had. He didn’t know whether to be pleased or annoyed that Damon had been coherent enough to take mental notes. But it felt so damn good, any annoyance he did feel faded almost immediately.

  “Slide it in your mouth,” Xander directed. “Just as much as you feel comfortable. Use your hand for the rest.” It shouldn’t have felt so good and so hot to have Damon doing exactly what he was telling him to do—somehow the anticipation should have been less, since he knew what would happen—but somehow the pleasure doubled, tripled, multiplied beyond anything Xander had ever experienced before.

  Damon was undeniably cautious as he took Xander’s cock in his mouth, curling his tongue right around the underside, and Xander’s vision whited out.

  How could he have been disappointed in Damon not lasting longer, if he was liable to come much faster?

  “God damn,” Xander exhaled slowly. “Do it again.”

  Damon hadn’t even needed the direction, because he already was, taking Xander further, taking him down so good that it was hard to imagine that he hadn’t done this before.

  Xander felt his orgasm building. He made the mistake to glance down to check on Damon, but all that did was give him the ball-busting image of Damon sucking his cock, blissful expression on his face, like this was all he had ever wanted. And suddenly the oncoming orgasm wasn’t just a possibility but a certainty, roaring down the line like an out-of-control freight train.

  “Damon,” Xander was barely able to squawk out to warn him. But Damon kept his mouth on his cock, clearly determined to duplicate Xander’s actions.

  And then Xander couldn’t think at all, because the orgasm was blasting through him, the pleasure digging in with claws.

  When he finally opened his eyes again, Damon was wiping his mouth, but he was smiling so brightly that Xander’s heart gave an agonized beat in his chest.

  How could he keep reminding himself that eventually Damon would tire of his interlude when he seemed so god damned happy to be doing it? It was hard bordering on impossible.

  Chapter Twelve

  It was almost impossible to not feel smug after Damon settled back on the bed next to Xander. He hadn’t made any moves to put clothes on, and if he wanted to sit here naked with Damon, he certainly wasn’t going to do anything to dissuade him—like put his own clothes back on.

  The smugness probably came from the fact that Xander kept sighing happily and murmuring at how good it had been. Damon was under no illusions that he had any blowjob skills. Yes, he’d taken one for the team and watched quite a bit of porn to try to get a better idea of what he was doing, but there was nothing for learning like practical experience, and before today, he hadn’t had any.

  Still, Xander wasn’t exactly complaining.

  “If you liked it,” Damon offered, trying and failing to keep a cocky edge out of his voice, “I’m happy to try it again.”

  Xander raised his eyebrow, shooting him a dubious glance. Damon adored that questioning look of his—like he was trying to front by pretending he wasn’t one thousand percent on board with that idea, and it was Damon’s job to break down his pseudo-skepticism. And Damon really enjoyed digging his way right behind the façade to find the truth beneath. There was something very satisfying about proving to both of them that Xander was equally vulnerable.

  “Soon,” Damon added with a grin. “Real soon.”

  “Or we could try something else,” Xander offered slyly.

  Damon felt his stomach tighten with something hot and
nervy. He had a feeling he knew what Xander was suggesting, and it wasn’t that he wasn’t interested. He definitely was—but it felt like Xander had shot him straight to the heart with adrenaline. He was maybe a little too interested.

  He’d definitely watched too much porn this week, fantasizing the whole time that the men on screen were him and Xander.

  Xander placed the palm of his hand on Damon’s chest, probably feeling just how fast his heart was suddenly racing. “Just to be clear,” he added, “I want you to fuck me.”

  As if the first adrenaline shot hadn’t been enough, Xander gave him another. “Yeah? Is that what you want?” Damon wasn’t a young guy anymore, but he could already feel himself getting hard. Like he’d been granted his number one fantasy, and his cock was going to make sure it didn’t let him down.

  Glancing down, Xander smiled so smugly that he grew harder with just the look. Clearly it wasn’t just his fantasy.

  “Yeah, and it’s what you want too,” Xander pointed out. He reached down, and gave Damon’s cock an experimental little stroke.

  “Well, I was the one to suggest we stay in bed instead of going to dinner,” Damon said. But it was impossible to pretend he wasn’t dying for it. It felt like all his previous orgasm had done was take the very edge off his hunger, and afterwards, he still felt insatiable.

  Xander grinned at him knowingly as he stroked a little harder, making Damon moan. “I’ll be right back,” he said.

  He scrambled off the bed, went over to his bag on the dresser, and pulled out a tube and a whole string of condoms. Damon gave himself a very firm warning that he wasn’t going to come early; he was going to make sure they both fully enjoyed this.

  Giving him a very frank stare, Xander set the lube and condoms on the bedside table. “I think it’s going to be easier if you let me take the lead here.”

  Like Damon hadn’t been letting him take the lead every single time so far. But he nodded anyway, because his practical experience wasn’t just lacking, it was literally nothing.

  Xander settled back on the bed, but this time closer to the edge and within easy reach of the supplies. “Why don’t you come over here and kiss me first?” he asked, and as Damon scooted over, he was definitely gratified to see that Xander was already half-hard too. He wanted this just as badly as Damon did.

  This time, Damon didn’t hold back, he leaned over and kissed Xander greedily, taking his mouth the same way he intended to take his body. When Xander reached over and began to stroke his dick again, Damon followed suit, mimicking his actions. It only took a minute or two, and they were both breathless.

  “Stay right there,” Xander said, his voice low and gravelly, shooting another dose of arousal through Damon’s body. “Don’t move.”

  Damon had no intention of disobeying.

  Grabbing the tube, Xander wet his fingers, and rising to his knees, slipped his fingers behind himself. “Watch me,” he demanded.

  “Oh fuck,” Damon swore, once he realized what he was doing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  “If I blow you,” Xander asked, his voice even deeper, “are you going to come?”

  Damon shook his head sharply, reins tight on his self-control as he did what Xander asked and watched him prep himself.

  “Good,” Xander said, groaning a bit on the end of the word. He leaned forward and there was no teasing this time, he just slid Damon’s cock into his mouth. He moaned around it, and the vibrations shot right through Damon’s veins, lighting him on fire. Gripping the sheets with his fists, he reminded himself that they were both going to enjoy this and he had to control himself to make sure that happened.

  But it was too hard to watch and not surrender, his eyes flickering shut of their own accord. Xander must have glanced up and seen because almost immediately his warm, wet mouth was gone, and his other hand was gripping the base of Damon’s cock tightly.

  “Don’t come,” he warned. “And open your god damned eyes.”

  Damon did, and swore as he watched Xander moving up and down on his own fingers. “I’m almost ready,” Xander said. “Are you ready?”

  Damon thought he could have prepared for this for a hundred years, and he never would have been ready, but he nodded anyway.

  He was definitely not ready for Xander to pull his fingers from his body and climb over him again, grabbing a condom on his way, ripping the wrapper viciously and eagerly with his teeth. He positioned Damon’s cock where he was wet and ready, sliding that hand up and down a few times after he’d sheathed Damon’s dick with the condom.

  Like he wasn’t already rock hard and eager to go, Damon thought desperately as he tried to hang onto the last shreds of his restraint.

  “Don’t you fucking move,” Xander warned, and suddenly he was sliding down very slowly, hands braced on Damon’s chest.

  It was different than fucking a woman—somehow tighter and hotter—and Damon let out a long exhale as he forced himself to stay perfectly still. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Xander, but it was tough to ignore every instinct of his body.

  “Fuck,” Xander moaned. “You’re so god damned big.”

  Damon got the impression this was both a good thing and a bad thing, but he wasn’t about to apologize, because he couldn’t even figure out how to voice anything, let alone an apology when it felt so incredible. He could only hope that it would feel that good for Xander after he adjusted.

  Finally, Xander settled his thighs on top of Damon’s and froze there for a moment, his wide eyes staring right into Damon’s.

  “You haven’t moved,” Xander said, face relaxing a bit.

  “You told me not to,” Damon panted.

  Xander’s hands curled into Damon’s chest, each fingernail leaving a divot. Damon couldn’t complain because the pain grounded him, and helped him regain a grip on his urge to move.

  “That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t,” Xander said, and Damon couldn’t help but think he was far too coherent right now. Damon was one big bundle of exposed nerves, all blind instinct and emotion, and he needed Xander to be in the exact same place.

  But then he finally moved, shifting up and then sliding back down, and from the way his face crumpled, Damon realized that his coherency of even a moment ago had been one big act.

  “Does that feel good?” Damon asked, remembering how much Xander had liked the talking before. It didn’t come as naturally to Damon but he didn’t mind making an effort. Especially not if Xander enjoyed it as much as he had.

  “Fuck yes,” Xander swore. “I can feel you everywhere.”

  “That’s right,” Damon encouraged him. “Take what you want, baby.”

  Xander moaned again, and the sound echoed right through Damon, tapping right into the source of his pleasure and magnifying it even more. He sped up and Damon bit down on his tongue, tasting the blood in his mouth as he tried to hold on, wanting Xander to enjoy this as much as he was.

  “Touch me,” Xander gasped. Damon didn’t need any further instruction, he reached up and wrapped his hand around Xander’s leaking cock, and twisted it in his grip, repeating the motion with the same rhythm Xander was using to ride him.

  It only took a few more pulls of his cock, and Xander let out a strangled scream, tensing up and throbbing tightly around Damon’s dick. He hadn’t expected that—had never felt anything so good in his entire life—and as Xander began to paint his chest with stripes of his come, Damon couldn’t hold on any longer.

  * * *

  Xander woke up alone, stomach grumbling and heart wondering why the other half of the bed was empty.

  They’d ordered a pizza late, devouring it like they were starving, and then had fallen back into bed, talking and giggling until late.

  He couldn’t quite remember falling asleep but he was pretty sure he’d had Damon wrapped around him when he had.

  Getting up, he went to the bathroom, and smiled wide when he saw a note propped up on the tile vanity counter. Went to grab coffee and breakfast, it read, with a big D sc
rawled across the bottom. He did his business, and decided that if Damon was going to bring him breakfast in bed, he’d better do his part to make that happen. He settled back into the nest of sheets and leaned back against the headboard, feeling lighter and freer than he could ever remember feeling before. As far as he was concerned, the other shoe wasn’t going to drop. As far as he was concerned, after last night, the shoe didn’t even exist.

  It was a really fucking amazing feeling.

  It was only then that he heard the voice echoing through the townhouse, coming from down the stairs. And it wasn’t Damon, because Damon didn’t have a voice that feminine. Xander grabbed the sheets and pulled them up further. He didn’t know where his briefs had gone last night, and he wasn’t about to get rid of his cotton shield to go find them either. The voice came closer.

  “Damon? Are you here?”

  Whoever she was, she must have the access code, because he heard her make a confused noise and then start up the staircase.

  For a split second, his heart beating wildly, Xander considered hiding. Maybe in the massive walk-in closet? No, it was totally empty, and if she even stuck her head in, she’d see him—and his bare ass—in a second.

  “Damnit,” Xander swore under his breath. Every option he desperately flipped through seemed worse than the last. Which was, of course, to let her come into this room and catch him here, minus Damon and with the lube on the side table and a whole string of condoms on the floor, it wasn’t going to be a state secret what they’d been doing all night.

  Stupidly, he flattened his hair, trying to arrange it into something that looked less like they’d been fucking all night, though he knew that ship had already sailed. He yanked up the sheet practically to his chin, and that was all he had time to do before a young woman poked her head into the master bedroom.