"I do," Nate said, coming into view and grinning broadly. "I just like to hear it. Hey, you."
Garett chuckled and stood, reaching to pull Nate into a hug. "Hey." He took a kiss, too, not too wild -- he didn't want to give Roberta too much of a show.
"How was your day? Oh, is that a new one in that series with the... you know. The time travel thingy."
"Yes, it is. You can read it once I have finished with it." Nate was beginning to enjoy Garett’s graphic novels almost as much as he did. He took another kiss. "You want to sit and read for a bit or you want to go back to my place?"
"Well, since I just spent nine hours on my feet surrounded by cooking oil, I mostly want a shower."
Leaning in, Garett sniffed at Nate's neck. "Cooking oil and garlic and... rosemary?"
Nate beamed at him. "Very good! Yes, lots and lots of rosemary today. Wow, I'm impressed."
He grinned and grabbed his books, bringing them up to the cash to pay for them. "I've been paying attention."
"You know, I think I might have noticed you paying attention." Nate went with him, sticking close and helping him get his wallet out of his back pocket. "One of these days, you'll cook for me."
"Oh, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Besides. I like cooking with you." He took his wallet from Nate and handed over his credit card.
Nate grinned at him and slipped a hand into Garett's back pocket, where his wallet had been. "I like that, too. Especially when we have to mix things up."
Roberta gave them a look. "Now if you two think I'm too old to figure out what you mean when you're talking in code, you're mistaken."
Garett felt himself start to blush.
"No, seriously!" Nathan protested, his grin growing even wider. "When he mixes stuff he's real good at it! Blends really well. It's true."
"Oh, yes, I'm sure that's what you meant." Roberta touched her finger to the side of her nose and winked.
Garett felt his cheeks get even hotter. "Just give me my card back and my slip to sign, Roberta. Please."
Nate squeezed his ass. "Time to go home. Yes."
He nodded, both turned on by Nathan and embarrassed as heck. Roberta chuckled as she handed over his card and slip to sign, and patted his hand. "You're a very cute couple."
"Thanks, Roberta. You and Lucy are, too."
"Uh-huh." Nate nodded. "Role models. I gotta become a world class chef, though, if I'm going to keep this man in books after he retires. He's going to need to rent storage."
"Who says I'm retiring before you do? Maybe I'm going to have to become Captain in order to keep you in saucepans." He'd nearly had a heart attack when he'd found out how much a really good set of pans cost.
"Hey, I'm cool with that." Nate winked at Roberta and picked up the bag of books. "Let's go talk about our pension plans. Or you know. Mess around."
Roberta's cackles followed them out the door and he thumped Nate good-naturedly on the arm. "Dork."
"You love it!" Nate laughed and swung the bag. "So, your place or mine, officer?"
"Mine's closer." And he was now sporting a boner, thanks to his sexy cook.
"Close is good. Shower is good. Getting close in the shower is really, really good. What do you think?"
"I think I like the way your mind works." He wrapped his arm around Nate's waist and tugged him close.
Nate turned into his arms and kissed him soundly, right there on the sidewalk. "Take me home. Now, before I embarrass us both and maybe get us arrested."
"I'd hate to have to arrest you for indecent and lewd acts in public. I'd much rather pretend to arrest you in private and perform indecent and lewd acts with you." God, he was happy. Being with Nate put a spring in his step.
"Wanna frisk me in the shower?" Nathan was rubbing up on him pretty enthusiastically. "Oh, we can use your cuffs."
"We can not! We'll have to buy play ones." And yes, he did want to frisk Nate. In the shower, in the kitchen, in the living room. By the door as soon as they got in. He wasn't picky.
"Okay, I hear metal hurts." Nate pulled away and took his hand. "Leather would be good, though. You've got me all worked up. Shame on you."
He shook his head, laughing. Nate just did it for him, on a lot of levels. "We're almost there." He was trying hard not to break into a run.
"So, are you going to make me be all nice and polite when we get in, or can I suck you off just there in the living room? I suppose it might be good to wait for the shower, though." He actually looked like he was giving the matter serious thought.
"God, the mouth on you." He wasn't sure if he meant Nate's actual mouth or the way he was talking.
"You want it? It's hard to talk to you and suck you at the same time, though. Not like when we fuck and I can tell you all about it, how you feel, how I feel, how you sound..."
Garett opened his front door and yanked Nate in, pushing him up against the wall as the door closed behind them. "Shut up," he muttered, closing his mouth over Nate's.
Nathan squeaked, but he did shut up. He kissed Garett ferociously; the books hit the floor with a thump, and then Nate's hands went to work on his jeans. He pushed one of his hands between them, trying to get Nate's pants undone one-handed. He wasn't having much success, but he figured the way his fingers were fumbling against Nate's cock had to feel good.
"God, you make me want." Nate was panting, his hands fumbling. Then one worked right and a warm hand curled around Garett's prick. "Here? Or in the shower?"
"Here and in the shower." He was greedy. He finally got his own hand into Nate's pants and he returned the favor, hand grabbing the hot flesh.
"I'll save my mouth, then." Nathan kissed him hard and started stroking. "Unless you wanted to fuck me in the shower?" Nate's tongue licked at the corner of Garett's mouth and he laughed breathlessly.
"God. Yes. Please." He wanted it all, which was still greedy, except Nate got off on it, too. Right?
Nate laughed again and moaned when Garett's wrist twisted. "Come for me now, and I'll suck you hard in the shower."
"Deal." Groaning, Garett pushed into Nate’s fist, hips humping eagerly.
"That's it." God, Nate talked a lot. His hand got tighter, though, and that was really nice. "I love watching you come. I love making it happen." Nate's hand sped up and he pushed against the crown of Garett's cock with his palm. "Come on me. Give it to me."
His hand clamped down tight around Nate's prick as he shouted out, body jerking as he came.
The smell of it rose up, strong and musky. "Oh." Nathan's eyes went wide and he groaned, his cock swelling harder and then throbbing in response, the smell stronger and stronger until Nathan almost collapsed against him, grinning widely. "Nice one."
"Yeah." He leaned against the wall, holding Nate against him. His lover knew him by now, and they wound up doing it against the wall often enough, that Nate knew it took him a few minutes to get his legs back under him.
He took a nice, easy kiss.
"You know," Nate said softly, curled up tight to him. "I'm not at all bothered by the hours I work anymore."
He couldn't help but agree. "Makes all the difference when there's someone to share the downtime with, eh?"
"Yep." Nate snuggled a little more, something he'd perfected while standing up, and added, "I just do my thing at the job I love and know that I'll have a warm welcome when I'm done. It's pretty awesome, really. Makes it better that it's you. No one else, just you."
"It better not be anyone but me!" They hadn't really talked about being exclusive, but Garett had kind of assumed they were.
"That's what I mean, honey. Just you. Don't ever want it to be anyone but you." Nate was yawning.
"Me, too." There. All settled.
"You still want that shower or you want a nap first?" He was easy.
"I'm gross with oil and I have come all over me." But the yawn had turned into long, sleepy blinks. "Maybe just a rinse."
"Come on, then. Let's de-gross you and go to bed." He got them moving through the
living room and down the hall. "You can suck me post-nap."
"Mmm. Right before pancakes. My favorite way to wake up. I love you, do you know that?"
Garett stopped just before they got to the bathroom and leaned against the wall. "Yeah? Really?"
Nathan's momentum kept him going forward another couple of steps. "Seriously. What, you think I'd tease about something like that? Nah." He turned and grinned at Garett, his smile bright and happy, if still sleepy looking. "I'll tease you about your books and your job and your fondness for the almighty can opener, but not about that. You're in my heart, Garett."
"Wow. That's... that's pretty awesome." He tugged Nate back into his arms and kissed him. "Thank you."
"You can thank me by getting me clean, holding me when I sleep, and then mutual blowjobs." Nate was still smiling as they kissed between words.
"I think I can manage that." He moved them into the bathroom, the words sitting inside him and radiating warmth. "Nobody's ever said that to me before, you know. Well, I mean no one except my mom and I think moms are required by law to say it."
Nate gave him a long, steady look. "I do not love you the way your mom loves you. I love you in a way that means I get to suck your cock and say filthy things to you. And in a way that means I want to lie in your arms and dream about the future and your promotion that will keep me in decent cookware. Just so we're clear."
He laughed and smacked Nathan on the ass. "Goof." Then he sobered and really thought about it. He smiled at Nate. "Yeah, we're clear. I want to dream the same dreams, too."
"Yeah, I know." Nate smiled and leaned close. "That's part of why I love you. We're on the same page. Plus, I like the way you mix things." Nate wiggled his eyebrows.
Laughing, he pushed Nathan into the shower. "Love you, too," he murmured as he turned on the water, cold first.
Nate's shriek faded as the hot water joined the cold and he stepped in, stripping his lover, both of them laughing.
It was a good way to end a day.
end
Food and Books
Copyright © 2008 by Drew Zachary
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