[Cross posted players only]
Things have changed since they've gone on vacation together. Jake senses this. It's more open, more comfortable, more intimate, too. He finds himself continually smiling as he does even the most mundane things. Even while working Jake can't seem to take his mind off of Viggo. Today, well, for several days, actually, they both have them free so Viggo, in his brilliance, invites Jake over to his house where they can spend a few days together doing nothing but eat, lounge around the pool, and make love. Yes. Perfect way to spend the time.
The bags of groceries are still on the counter and Jake makes slow but steady progress of putting things away. They both haven't been home in a while so it's time to re-stock the empty refrigerator. Viggo, though, is getting a meal prepared, standing by the sink with the water running. Jake passes by him, and pauses just enough to place a kiss on the back of his neck, he smiles and heads to one of the cupboards, putting some canned veggies away. "What're you making?" Jake passes behind him again and this time, he places his chin on Viggo's shoulder, peering down at what he's doing at the sink.
"I thought I'd make us a roast vegetable lasagne; from scratch." He turns and grins at Jake waggling fingers coated in pasta dough. "Just about to give it a roll then put it through the pasta maker. No shop bought lasagne sheets for my boy."
"From scratch?" Jake looks at Viggo's messy hands. "Isn't 'from scratch' synonymous with 'we won't eat until way later?'" Jake teases and only because, well, he's hungry.
"Nah uh," Viggo replies and twists enough to plant a kiss on Jake's cheek. "Everything is almost ready to assemble and fresh pasta takes no time to cook." Picking up the ball of pasta dough Viggo drops in in Jake's hand and says, "Okay ... you grab the rolling pin and flatten that out while I wash my hands."
"I just got here and you're putting me to work already?" Jake grumbles, staring at the pasta dough in his hand. He lets out a long-suffering, obviously exaggerated sigh. "The things I do for love..." He's grinning though, throwing a teasing glance Viggo's way even as he's dusting the counter with flour and taking the rolling pin in his other hand.
"I bet you could do some damage with that," Viggo says in a low teasing voice as he leans against the kitchen counter while running a towel over his wet hands.
Jake raises the rolling pin. "Oh you bet I can." He waves the thing mock threateningly, laughing. "C'mere and tell me what I have to do." Not that Jake doesn't know since they both know how to cook. Jake only wants Viggo close.
Sliding in behind Jake Viggo leans against him. "Keep your touch light," he murmurs as his fingers enclose Jake's at each end of the rolling pin. Slowly they push the ball of raw pasta down and start to flat it with long slow sweeps. "Yeah, just like that," Viggo whispers next to Jake's ear.
Oh, God! Who knew rolling pasta dough with Viggo can be so sexy? God! "Like that?" Viggo needs to keep giving instructions this way and with that low, sultry oh god, so sexy voice of his. Jake turns his head and nuzzles Viggo, finding his lips even as their joined hands on the rolling pin keep moving, flattening the dough.
Slowly the dough spreads over the board until it's thin enough. "I think we do this all by hand huh? Forget about the pasta maker," Viggo says and reaches into the drawer for a sharp knife. He carefully folds Jake's fingers around the handle and starts a light cut line along the smooth pasta.
Jake has no clue how Viggo makes cutting pasta look so fucking sexy. Makes it sound sexy, too. Damn! Their joined hands move and Jake can feel the give of the soft dough under the blade and watching that up close, he thinks other things, and begins to shiver.
"Mmmm," Viggo hums on the curl of Jake's ear. "You know I think we better stop this or dinner may have an ingredient that's not in the recipe."
"But I'm hungry." Jake whines but his eyes tell of a different hunger now. Viggo. Mmm.
With a light chuckle Viggo wraps his arm around Jake's waist and leans heavily against him. "We better get 'cooking' then," he all but growls and sucks Jake's earlobe between his lips.
His knees shake, his eyes close and then Jake moans. God. How much does he love it when Viggo does that. And it never, ever fails to make his knees go weak. Ever. "We're cooking already..." Jake manages to say and what he means, really, is the fact that his cock is beginning to stir, harden and he gasps as Viggo bites, his breath hitching as he presses his ass back on Viggo.
"Is that right?" Viggo purrs giving Jake a buck of his hips so he bumps into the bench. "Maybe we should start assembling it then." There's a definite slow drawl over the 'ass-embling' and Viggo moves their hands to the pan of thinly sliced warm grilled vegetables.
Nguh. Jake might as well be that dough that Viggo was kneading earlier because he feels like putty in the man's hands. God. The man is just too fucking hot and sexy and multiply that a gazillion times when he talks in that sexy drawl. Jake doesn't stand a chance. "A-assssemble?" His voice shakes. "Sh-show me?" Oh, god, yes, show me!
Viggo guides their hands to the mix of eggplant and peppers. The warm oil seeps between their fingers as they place it into the ceramic pan; fingertips pushing it gently into the corners. "Pasta next," Viggo whispers.
Okay. From now on, Jake muses, Viggo and he will cook together as much as they are able. Fuck. Especially if it ends up being his fucking HOT. Biting his bottom lip to keep from moaning, he's so aroused by this, Jake forces his shaky hands to move, their fingers tangling together and he can't help thinking just how sensual that feels--sliding fingers slick with oil. God. Picking up a strip of the pasta, Jake's hands, guided by Viggo's, lays it over the vegetables; one strip and then another right next to it. "Th-that good?" He whispers, looking back over his shoulder, eyes meeting Viggo's intense ones and just like that, Jake's knees go weak. Oh, god.
"Perfect." And Viggo does purrrrr the word. Another layer is formed and a slow lick draws up Jake's neck as it's done. "Cheese," he grins and picks up the block of parmesan pressing Jake's fingers hard and the cheese as it pushes down the grater.
Feeling Viggo's tongue on his hot skin makes Jake shiver and he leans heavily against the counter, not wanting to slide down to the floor now that he can no longer feel his legs. "Yeah. Cheese. I l-love cheese..." Again he bites his bottom lip to hold the moan because Viggo pushing his hand down to grate the cheese also makes him push against Jake's body pinned between Viggo and the counter. It does a number on Jake's libido, now hard cock pressing against the cabinet door. "More cheese?"
"Mmmm ... always more." With each downward push of the cheese Viggo grinds his hips against Jake grunting softly as his cock is crushed against that beautiful ass.
Oh god. He can feel the hard bulge sliding back and forth and teasing his ass. Goddamn it he's so hard now, too, and he pushes back to feel more of Viggo's erection right there. Jake still grates the cheese even if he's no longer paying it any real attention with his mind on nothing but cooking something else up in the kitchen. "More's good," he whispers, nodding his head slowly and thinking, they've got on too many clothes.
"Yeah... " Viggo moans but releases Jake's hand. What is left of the cheese falls to the bench as Viggo's fingers tug first at Jake's fly and then his own. With both cocks free he turns Jake and continues the same grinding rhythm with hard flesh against hard flesh.
His shorts are bunched up around his ankles, his shirt he pushes up to his chest and it's only his belly touching Viggo's but the warmth is enough to make Jake whimper. "Fuck!" He trembles as soon as Viggo rubs up against him, the sensation, too fucking good. "Fuck, yeah!" Jake begins to press and thrust against Viggo now, too.
"We're gonna make such a mess," Viggo chuckles breathlessly against Jake's lips while fumbling behind him for the tray of leftover warm vegetables. He squeezes his fingers through the warm oil then smears it down Jake's chest allowing the oil to run down between their rolling hips.
"Oh, shit!" The warmth and the slickness of the oil is very erotic. Jake presses a hand between them, sliding his palm flat on Viggo's hairy chest and he watches as the oils makes his skin glisten. It's sexy and Jake growls low before pushing his lips against Viggo's and he kisses him demandingly, again.
The oil trickles down between them; Viggo groans and pushes up against Jake. They slide and shove in increasingly frantic thrusts. Their cocks crushed against each other as Viggo reaches round to clutch Jake's ass, his fingertips teasing between his buttocks.
"Oh fuck!" Jake groans and presses harder on Viggo, moving his body in an almost desperate way as he rubs, thrusts. "Fuck!" He has his arms around Viggo and tightens it, one leg lifting to hook around Viggo's thigh.
"Oh yeah that's it," Viggo grunts as his oily fingers find their mark and two sink in up to the second knuckle. He's already breathing hard and the heat building between them has his cock pulsing. "Gonna come Jake ... come with me."
"Oh yeah! Yeah! Fuck, yeah!" Jake doesn't know if he should push back on those fingers inside him or press himself against Viggo more for the lovely friction. Instinct has won out since he's so close to coming already. "Oh, Viggo! Fuck!" His whole body tenses and Jake begins to tremble, moving erratically as his cock spills between their bodies.
Viggo doesn't speak ... can't speak. He grunts and gasps as his muscles crunch with each spasm. He's vaguely aware of their come spreading over their bellies until slowly he just holds Jake while the final small shudder dispels.
"Shit. Shit!" He pants and pants and Jake shudders as he feels Viggo's cock throb and pulse. "Fuck!" He looks over his shoulder trying to catch Viggo's lips for a kiss only to touch his jaw that's tense and set as the intensity of their orgasm ripples through them both.
"Mmmm," Viggo moans into the kiss. "I hope our lasagne tastes as good as you do." He smiles and rests his forehead against Jake's. "Now... what will we have for dessert?"
"Nothing," Jake stresses this by stretching out the word, "tastes as good as me." He grins, chest still heaving, breathing heavily. "So I say you have me for dessert." Yeah. After the lasagne--if they ever finish making it, that is.