Garett enjoyed the kisses, so he focused on those, didn't ask any more questions. One kiss melted into two, melted into three and then another and he pulled back reluctantly, his cock already sitting up and taking notice and maybe wanting him to do more.
Nathan followed for maybe a second or two and then leaned back, his expression rueful. "That's my cue, huh?"
"Yeah. It'd be really easy to let this become more than a little necking and much as I'd like that, I'd like it even more if I knew you better." He slid his hand over Nathan's cheek and into the short hair. "I would like to see you again."
Nathan nodded and leaned into his hand. "Yeah. Want to watch me cook? Help out?"
"Yeah, that could be fun. What were your days off, again?"
"Currently messed up. But today was Monday, which takes my usual Wednesday shift, so Wednesday for sure."
"Oh, I'm free Wednesdays. Will that work for you?"
"Uh-huh." Nathan kissed him once more, a fast tour of Garett's mouth, and then stood up. "My place, okay? It's easier to cook in a space I know." He rattled off an address.
"Yeah, I know where that is. What time do you want me there and what should I bring?" He stood up, too, walking Nathan slowly to the door.
"Uh, come by around six? We can eat by seven-thirty, then." Nathan smiled at him and opened the door. "Bring wine, if you'd like. And a toothbrush."
"Okay, sure." He watched Nathan walk to his car, waved when the man turned and looked back, and closed the door once he knew Nathan was safely off.
His toothbrush, eh?
Maybe he would.
***
Nathan spent a good part of Wednesday cleaning. He'd woken up at eleven, apparently sleeping through his snooze button seven times, and then panicked. He cleaned like a man possessed and collapsed at about three in the afternoon, finally pleased with the way his place looked.
Only to remember that he was cooking and cooking needed food.
A fast run to his favorite shops -- because a grocery store didn't have the quality he wanted at the prices he knew he could get at a proper butcher -- and then he was home again, taking time to shower and iron his clothes before starting prep in the kitchen.
At six, he started to panic, thinking that not getting Garett's number was the stupidest thing he could have done. Then he started wondering if he was honor bound to tell Roberta about this dinner, if it came off, in exchange for more tea. He kind of thought so, really, since it had been her discreet pointing to the chairs on Monday night that had sent him there instead of home.
Nathan hoped Garett was bringing wine. He could really, really use some and he didn't want to open the bottle for the meal quite yet. There was 'breathing' and then there was 'tempting'. He waited until he knew he was safely into the time the wine actually needed, then opened it up and started resisting the urge to have a glass for his nerves.
At five past six, the doorbell rang, scattering his panicked thoughts.
He grabbed a towel and wiped his hands, then headed to the door. "Just a sec," he called, pausing to look around. "God. Okay." Putting on his brightest smile -- the one that didn't make him look like a mad stalker -- he opened the door. "Hi."
And there was Garett on his doorstep, tall and solid and fucking adorable with his short, brown hair and his hazel eyes. "Hi, yourself. I brought some red wine like you asked." The bag was thrust at him.
Oh, thank God. Nathan made a grab for it and stepped back. "Thanks. Come on in. Please." He made room and watched Garett pass him. He only vaguely made sure he didn't get caught checking out the man's ass. "Make yourself at home," he invited. "If home had totally shrunk in half. Sorry, it's kind of small."
Maybe the toothbrush was in Garett's pocket. He could hope.
"It's nice," Garett told him, looking around and then checking him out. "Very nice."
Damn it. He knew he shouldn't have actually started the prep. Now he was committed to cooking before getting to the really fun part of the evening. "Thanks." Nathan kept smiling at Garett and pointed with the wine bottle. "The kitchen is through here. Would you like a glass of wine while I make dinner?"
"Sure, that sounds great." Garett didn't move to head to the kitchen, though. "Would a kiss hello be appropriate first?"
Nathan nodded, wondering vaguely where his cool had gone. He was usually a hell of a lot smoother. Mind you, he didn't often cook for someone one on one. "Kissing is good." He set the wine down on the couch and took a step toward Garett. "Kissing you is really good."
"Yeah, I'd kind of like to see if it's as good as I remember. I've been replaying it in my head." Garett closed the distance between them and strong hands rested on his waist. Garett only needed to bend a little bit to bring their mouths together.
"Me, too. Keeping me up at night." Nathan leaned up and didn't give Garett a chance to reply. It was true; he'd been up, and up, and he'd spent a lot of time thinking about those kisses and how he'd wanted to just crawl into Garett's lap and rub against the guy like he was a teenager again.
The kiss was as good as he'd remembered. Maybe better, as this was 'right here and now' real.
Garett opened up right away, tongue sliding on his lips and then into his mouth. Glad that he'd put the wine down, Nathan went with it. He urged Garett back against the wall and starting exploring, letting the kiss grow and expand and fill the room.
The first thing he noticed was that Garett really was solid. The guy wasn't grossly overdeveloped or anything, but Garett's body was hard and strong. The second thing he noticed was that Garett was hard; a sizable bulge pushed against him as they kissed.
All his good intentions undone, and reasonably sure that he'd cut off his thumb trying to cook while eyeing up Garett's package anyway, Nathan moaned and redoubled his efforts. He kissed Garett harder and felt muscles, from Garett's chest to his thighs. "Oh my." Oh, yes. He'd struck it rich.
It was Garett who slowed them down, pulling out of the kiss with a groan and pressing their foreheads together. They both panted, Garett's hazel eyes looking into his own. They almost seemed dark gold from this close up.
"You're gonna make me stop again, aren't you?" Nathan whispered, trying to catch his breath. "God. You taste good. Want to taste more."
"I thought we were going to cook together..." Garett didn't look like he wanted to stop any more than Nathan did.
"Well, it's not like I'm going to make you leave, after. I want to cook with you. I just kind of want to get off with you, too." He moaned again and rubbed a little. "Really."
"I don't usually just jump into the sack with people..." Still, Garett's hand was wrapped around one of his ass cheeks, kneading.
"I know, so you said. Hey, it's the second date." He nuzzled at Garett's jaw and bit lightly. He wasn't going to beg, but goddamn he was hard.
"That's true, it is." Garett swatted his ass. "The very beginning of the second date. But I wouldn't want to get hung up on semantics. And if I thought there was probably going to be a third date..."
"Hell, that's breakfast tomorrow morning. Stay, come back, whatever. I'll make you waffles." Oh, man. If he moved just an inch or two to the right... "Oh, there. Yes." Nathan shuddered and made a sound that close to a whimper.
"You're buying me with waffles?" Garett laughed, rubbing them together, right where he needed it.
"They're really, really good." Nathan's eyes rolled. "So are you. God, stop, or we'll need clean pants before too long, and that would be really lame."
"I thought you didn't want me to stop?"
"I don't. God, why can you think?" Nathan pulled away and shook his head to clear it. "I don't want to mess up your pants." There had to be a way around that. "Take them off." That'd do it.
"Are you always this bossy?" Garett asked, fingers working his belt open.
"I have no idea. Tell me in a month." Nathan watched Garett's hand for a moment and then joined in to help. He petted and squeezed and worked at the zipper. "Does it bother you?"
"No, it's cute
." Garett grinned, hands dropping away to let him have at the man's jeans.
"Oh good. Gimme." Nathan got the zipper down and shoved a hand in as he sank to his knees. "Don't fall over, okay?" Nathan grinned up at Garett and then got his cock free of his clothes. "Nice."
Groaning, Garett landed against the wall. "You want a condom, Nate?"
"Doesn't matter to me, not for this. You want me to use one? I will." He licked up the side of Garett's cock and waited, the tip of his tongue just under the crown. God, hot and smooth skin, the musky smell of healthy man... it was headier than wine.
"If I have a choice, I want you to suck me bare." Garett's hands slid around his head, encouraging him to come forward. "Please."
That was all the encouragement Nathan needed. He licked again and slipped the head of Garett's cock in his mouth, tongue sliding over it before he took in the rest. His palms flat on Garett's thighs, Nathan sucked and licked, looking up to see Garett's face.
Eyes wide, Garett watched him, mouth slightly open, letting out one moan after another.
Nathan slid a hand up Garett's leg and palmed his balls, then changed the angle to suck Garett deeper into his mouth. When the head of Garett's cock hit the back of his throat, Nathan moaned and squeezed. That was it. He wanted more of that.
"Oh, damn." Garett's hips shifted, started moving, pushing the hard cock deeper.
If he could have, Nathan would have sworn, too. As it was, he just sucked harder and faster, his head bobbing as he took it. His own balls ached, but he ignored them. He'd take care of that after he'd had his fill of Officer Garett.
Garett made noises, but no actual words, just deep sounds that were sexy as fuck, more so because he was the one pulling those noises out of Garett. It was intense, knowing that he'd taken away a man's words. Garett was an articulate guy, and to have him down to moans and grunts and longer thrusts was damn powerful. Nathan looked up again, wanting to see Garett's eyes, wanting to know if he was watching. He was, but barely, eyes slitted almost closed. Garett gave another grunt, hands tightening on Nathan’s head. It might have been a warning.
Nathan appreciated the warning, but he didn't pull away. He could feel Garett getting harder, so he pulled back enough to give Garett’s cock one more tongue bath and then swooped down, swallowing around the thick rod. In his hand, Garett's balls pulled up tight, so he pushed two fingers back behind them and angled up, rubbing hard.
Garett tugged on his head, shouting out as heat shot down Nathan's throat. "Fuck!" muttered Garett, hips still making little movements.
Licking and sucking, Nathan didn't let Garett go. He did, however, tear his own jeans open and shove a hand in to grab at his cock.
"Stop that, I'll help." Despite his words, Garett simply lolled against the wall like... well, like his brains had just been sucked out of his dick.
"Uh-huh." Nathan's blood was rushing and he could hear himself panting around Garett's prick. He finally gave up licking and fell back, his fingers curled around himself. "You watch, okay?" With a wiggle, he got his jeans down past his hips and then he started jacking himself, tight and fast.
"Damn. Yeah, okay." Garett nodded, the wall clearly the only thing holding him up. "Do you right, later."
"Is that a promise?" Nathan got the words out between gasps, but by the time he'd finished the question he was down to grunts. His eyes closed tight, Nathan arched a bit on the floor and felt his whole body go hot and tight. "Shit. Yes." He thumbed the sweet spot under the crown of his cock and started to come, his body curling.
"Mmm... nice. And yes." Garett's toe rubbed against his shin.
Nathan lay on his hallway floor and panted. He had spunk on his shirt, his cock was hanging out -- hell, his ass was hanging out -- of his jeans, and his date had been there for all of about seven minutes.
Possibly the best date in the history of forever.
"Very nice," Nathan agreed, looking way, way up at Garett. "So, I hope you like chicken."
Laughing, Garett held out one big paw, hauling him up against the solid body. "I do like chicken. With pasta?"
"With pasta." Of course with pasta. "Even with a nice sauce. You're helping with that."
"I am?" Garett blinked at him and then brought their mouths together, the kiss slow and lazy. "You're going to have to give me a few minutes."
"I can do that." Nathan kissed him back, grinning. "I need to wash up and maybe get another shirt, anyway. Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is."
"'Kay." Garett slung an arm around his shoulders and they stumbled along to his bathroom. "Been a while since I had my brains sucked out."
"But I bet you get plenty of offers." Nathan smiled at him and pointed at the open door to the bathroom. "Right?"
"Sure. From the ladies." Garett shrugged. "I'm not exactly the club type."
Nathan rolled his eyes and nodded. "I hear you. I hate them. I get enough noise at work." He started the water running in the sink and passed Garett a washcloth. "So, where do you go out, when you do go out?" Wow, he really was a mess, Nathan noted with another grin.
Garett washed south of his belt and then tucked his package back in. As cocks went Garett's was nice-looking and Nathan was sad to see it go. Hopefully he'd get another chance to play with it later tonight.
"The bookstore, movies, a bunch of the guys and I meet up at O'Toole's every Friday night for beer and pool. But I work the evening shift so there's not a whole lot of room for going out when most people do -- hell, you probably have the same situation."
"Yup." Nathan nodded and washed up. "I get home really late from work, my day hardly ever starts before noon, and the nights I have off I just want to spend somewhere quiet. Lucky for me the bookstore stays open, so I can at least have something to read on my nights off." Clean and dressed again, he reached for Garett's hand. "A regular pool night must be cool, though."
"Yeah, it's nice having something regular. I'm usually working, but most of the guys stick around for a couple hours after me and the other evening shifters get there." Garett's hand felt good against his. "So where's the cooking magic going to happen?"
"I usually do it in the kitchen." Nathan pulled gently and led him along. "The bedroom is over there, and you've seen the living room." They went down the very short hall and into the kitchen. "Here we are. Organized within an inch of its life."
He loved his kitchen. He really did. It wasn't huge, but it had what he needed and it was always as neat as a pin. Then he'd start cooking and it would look like a food bomb went off, but he could still find everything and clean up was easy.
Garett looked around. "I wasn't sure if I expected it to be neat and organized or a mess of cheffy type stuff everywhere..."
Nathan pulled open a drawer at random. "Neater than neat, really. I can move faster if I know exactly where everything is. Plus, it's not like I can actually afford really good equipment or even a lot of the cheaper stuff; I try to cook well with as little stuff as possible. Want to help with the sauce? You can watch if you want, keep me company." He just wanted Garett in the room. He was used to having people watching him cook, but it would be nice to have a conversation longer than, "Hey, where did my spoon go?"
"Oh, I don't mind helping. Maybe I'll learn something." Garett gave him a wink and rolled up his sleeves. "So what do you want me to do?"
Awesome. Nathan beamed at him and grabbed the nearest wooden spoon. "Well, the first step is for us to decide if we're going to have a tomato sauce or a cream sauce. Melted cheese can be finicky, but tomatoes take a while to boil down. Which do you prefer?"
Garett blinked at him. "Boil down? I have no idea what you're talking about, man. You decide."
Nathan decided that Garett probably wasn't quite up to cream sauces and keeping milk from separating from wine. "Tomatoes it is. And thus, your education begins." He grabbed two tomatoes from the windowsill and put them on a cutting board. "We're gonna chop these up and toss them in this pot. It totally doesn't matter how they get cut up, just make
'em into pieces. I'll mash them when we're done."
"Wow." Garett took the knife he offered and started cutting the tomatoes up. "I get sauce in a can, you know. And my biggest decision is microwave or stove top for heating it up..."
Nathan nodded, delighted. "You're going to love this. It's rich and full of flavor and, aside from the time it takes to boil, pretty quick. I can pour off a lot of the moisture to speed things up. Oh, and I'll cook the chicken right in the sauce." Nodding, working his way into his zone, Nathan got another board and knife and started to slice chicken into strips.
"I'm getting restaurant food. Cool. I could get used to this dating a cook thing."
Nathan wiggled, grinned even broader as he sliced, the edge of his knife flashing. "The way to a man's heart..."
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