Title: Appetizer
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Horatio wanted a taste before dinner
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Horatio leaned against the wall and just watched. Speed was totally in his element. He could hear the music blasting out of those headphones as the young man moved around the kitchen. The smells coming from the oven were tantalizing and the redhead’s mouth watered. He was ruining the surprise, but at the moment he didn’t care. Seeing Speed dancing around the kitchen as he sang along to Guns n Roses was worth the scowl he was going to get once he was noticed. Though if he snuck out now, maybe he could get away with it.
“What are you doing home?”
Or not.
Horatio looked into the soft brown eyes and gave his best boyish grin. “Got off early. Thought I would surprise you with take out.” He held up the bag from their favorite Chinese take-out place.
Speed shook his head. “Oh… and here I thought I had one up on you, by leaving earlier and making your favorite meal.”
The redhead looked towards the oven and inhaled deeply. He moved across the kitchen, dumping the take-out on the counter and grabbing a oven mitt, he opened the door and looked into the oven. He looked behind him at his snickering lover. “Don’t mock me.”
“Who me?” Tim blinked innocently. “Why would I mock the ex-bomb squad, bad ass Lieutenant who happens to turn into a five year-old when I make mac and cheese?”
He closed the oven door and asked eagerly. “How much longer?”
“Another forty minutes at least,” Speed glanced at his watch. “You weren’t supposed to be home for another hour or so… Enough time for me to set up the table and…” He was cut off by a hard kiss as he was slammed into the island in the center of the kitchen.
“Do you know how hot you look when you’re wearing that apron?” Horatio whispered as he licked a path down his lover’s neck. “Makes me hard and leaking.”
Speed wrapped a leg around Horatio’s thigh and rubbed against him. “Why do you think I wear it?” he teased, his hands slipping over the broad shoulders, sliding the suit jacket off and letting it drop to the floor.
“Tease.”
Horatio tongue demanded entrance, sliding over Speed’s in a hot, wet, passionate kiss. His hands slipped down and cupped the tight ass and pulling him closer; their erections rubbing against each other.
A deep moan was ripped from the brunette’s throat, “No teasing… damn it H!” His head fell back as the redhead’s lips attached to his neck nibbling downward until he bit down between the shoulder and neck. Speed was hard and aching. All Horatio would have to do is touch him and he would come screaming at the top of his lungs.
Horatio stepped back and turned his lover around, Tim braced himself against the counter top and wiggled his ass suggestively. Caine gave it a playful smack. “You want something?”
Speed looked over his shoulder, his eyes black with lust, “Yes. Your hard thick cock pounding into me.”
The redhead kissed him hard nipping at his lips as he pulled away. He smirked as Speed’s pants fell to the ground, and he rubbed his hands over the smooth, tanned skin. “God I love the feel of your ass. So smooth…” he leaned down and kissed each globe, licking each one before spreading the cheeks apart to find his lovers quivering opening. He swiped his tongue over the entrance.
Speed moaned his whole body shaking with need, “Please…”
Horatio reached for the olive oil on the counter behind him, “You keep this out just in case don’t you?” he teased, pouring some of it onto his fingers.
“As much as you pounce me in the kitchen, we go through a bottle a month,” Speed moaned out as two fingers were pushed into him. “And stop teasing and fuck me already!”
Horatio stopped moving his fingers just letting them sit inside his lover’s entrance. “God you’re beautiful when you’re desperate.”
The brunette looked back over his shoulder, his eyes dilated with desire and lust. He was breathing hard and fast, his body shaking with need, his cock hard and leaking fluid copiously. “Please Horatio.”
The redhead shivered at the pleading tone in his lover’s voice, and the way he said his name. He pulled his fingers away and slicked up his aching member, slamming into Speed in one hard thrust. Horatio gripped the younger man’s hips tightly as he got his body under control; the tight heat around him was almost too much. Getting himself under some control he pulled out and thrust back in harder than the first. Speed braced himself against the counter taking each thrust with a moan of deeply sated pleasure. Soon they were lost in the feel of each other. Horatio lost all sense of control and pounded into his lover, the tight heat around him pulling him closer to the edge. Speed had been close from the beginning and with each hard stroke against his prostate, orgasm ripped through him, his seed spilling all over his stomach and the island, he collapsed against the counter savoring the feel of Horatio sliding in and out of him reaching for his own climax. Speed tightened his muscles around the thrusting cock, hearing his lover moan deeply as he slammed hard into his body one more time, and came. If he wasn’t already spent, the younger man would have come again from just the sounds the redhead made.
Horatio panted as he pushed himself off Speed pulling out of him gently. He turned his lover around and kissed him slow and tender. “I love you.”
Tim leaned up against him savoring the feel of being in the older man’s arms. “Love you too.”
The redhead kissed the top of his head and then helped him get his pants back on. “Though I do like the whole idea of you in that apron with nothing else on.”
“Don’t get me going,” he moaned, grabbing a cloth from the sink to clean up their mess. He gave H a wicked grin. “At least not yet.”
He gave the younger man a wink in return. “I got plans for later.” He turned towards the oven. “Is dinner ready?”
Speed shook his head, “You got another twenty five or so minutes…” He handed him a bottle of wine and glass, pointing to the living room. “Go relax while I finish dinner, you can have a glass of wine and watch that show of yours.”
“Don’t roll your eyes at my show, its a good show.” Horatio muttered as he moved towards the living room. “Besides the cop reminds me of someone.”
Tim Speedle just looked at him. “He could be your twin.”
“He looks nothing like me!” Horatio yelled back.
Speed shook his head and continued to prep for dinner, he grinned because the sooner dinner was finished the sooner he could have his desert. And he was thinking chocolate covered Horatio sounded perfect.