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nickngregThis wasn’t supposed to be NC-17 but sometimes Nicky and Greggo have a mind of their own!
Title: Secret Ingredients
Challenge: 7 (Recipe) with a hint of 5 (DNA)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Greg makes cookies.
A/N: I think this fic has such a dirty idea. I love it.
X-posted.
Secret Ingredients
As Nick pushed open the door and dropped his suitcase, he was treated to the familiar smells and sounds of Greg cooking in the kitchen.
“Greg?” he called. “I’m home!” He kicked the door closed.
Nick heard a gasp and something metal clatter to the counter. Then he saw Greg hurrying to him, wiping his hands on his favorite “Kiss the Cook” apron as he came.
“I’ll take you up on that offer,” Nick nodded at the apron and pecked Greg on the lips. “Whatcha makin’?”
“See for yourself,” Greg grinned, offering a finger covered in white to his boyfriend. Nick sucked it into his mouth, licking it clean and being sure to give a satisfied moan.
“Mmm. Vanilla frosting?”
“Yup. On sugar cookies.”
“My favorite.”
Greg winked. “I know.”
They had made it to the kitchen by now. A rack of fresh-from-the-oven sugar cookies was sitting on top of the stove, with about half covered in frosting. Nick could see another batch baking as they spoke.
“So, do I get to have one of these cookies now?”
“Take any one you like.”
Nick reached for the biggest cookie and bit into it. “Mmm,” he groaned. “These are good, G.” Suddenly he noticed the wide grin on Greg’s face.
“What?” Greg asked innocently.
“You look a little bit too happy to see me eat a cookie.”
“I tried something new this time! Can’t you taste it?”
“There’s...something different about the frosting. It’s better than normal...”
Greg clapped his hands and turned to add more frosting. “Glad they’re a success,” he said over his shoulder.
Nick took another bite of the cookie. There definitely was an added taste to the mix. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Wanna tell me your secret ingredient?”
“If I did it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, no would it?”
“Oh, come on.”
“Uh-uh.”
“You know that whatever it is, I’ll like it-”
Greg giggled.
“I know you like it” he said between laughs.
Nick arched an eyebrow. “What’d you do? Jack off in the frosting bowl or something?”
Greg burst out laughing and dropped the spatula.
“You really-”
The younger CSI could hardly breathe. “Yup!”
“All over the-”
“Yeah!”
“So this frosting” - he ran a finger through the white stuff – “has your jizz all mixed in?”
Greg was very proud of himself. “Different, isn’t it? When you don’t get off for a week, you blow one huge load, ya know.”
“Yeah? I jacked off every night thinking about you.” Nick rose from the table and walked up to Greg, pushing him against the counter. That’s when he realized Greg was naked under the apron.
“How about we add another flavor, huh?” Nick dropped his voice low and started undoing his zipper.
Greg swallowed, highly aroused. He wasn’t expecting this but then again Nick is always full of surprises and speaking of surprises, Nick had his pants and boxers down around his knees and his left hand was wrapped tight around his cock, sliding up the smooth, hard flesh.
“Every night,” he panted. “Just like this. On my bed, in the shower, thinking about you and your cock and – fuck!” Nick moaned as Greg added a helping hand.
Greg was completely focused on helping Nick bring himself off. He ignored the tent in his apron, pretended the throbbing hardness at his groin didn’t exist. Nick was close, he could tell. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, his free hand against the counter for support. The busy hand was speeding up, twisting around the head. Greg leaned in to suck on Nick’s neck and Nick bucked harder into his own hand.
Nick slowed down, wanting this to last longer. Even though he’d jacked off when he woke up that morning, he was hard as a rock now. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the familiar slapping sounds of a man masturbating.
The feeling was unbelieveable as Nick slid his soft fingers over his cock. Greg had drawn his hand away only to have it disappear under the apron so Greg could come too, but he never took his eyes off Nick’s actions. Nick’s jerking became more erratic and he was grunting “Greg” on each upstroke.
Nick was on the edge. Greg suddenly grabbed the frosting bowl and held it close. Nick opened his eyes and grinned dirtily when he saw his target. Greg licked a hot stripe to the collar of Nick’s shirt and he groaned loudly and came hard into the bowl. His seed shot into the frosting, blending in and becoming invisible. Nick slumped against the counter, spent, panting.
“What about you?”
“Let’s just say this apron really needs to be washed now.”
Nick chuckled and kissed Greg on the cheek.
Greg grinned and immediately started mixing the frosting. He grabbed two fresh cookies and coated them in their new flavor. “To us,” he toasted.
“To us,” Nick replied.
They were the best-tasting cookies that Nick and Greg had ever had.
In case anyone's interested, a recipe for homemade sugar cookies and frosting can be found here! For Nick and Greg's Fuckalicious Frosting, just add a healthy dose of cum.
Title: Secret Ingredients
Challenge: 7 (Recipe) with a hint of 5 (DNA)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Greg makes cookies.
A/N: I think this fic has such a dirty idea. I love it.
X-posted.
Secret Ingredients
As Nick pushed open the door and dropped his suitcase, he was treated to the familiar smells and sounds of Greg cooking in the kitchen.
“Greg?” he called. “I’m home!” He kicked the door closed.
Nick heard a gasp and something metal clatter to the counter. Then he saw Greg hurrying to him, wiping his hands on his favorite “Kiss the Cook” apron as he came.
“I’ll take you up on that offer,” Nick nodded at the apron and pecked Greg on the lips. “Whatcha makin’?”
“See for yourself,” Greg grinned, offering a finger covered in white to his boyfriend. Nick sucked it into his mouth, licking it clean and being sure to give a satisfied moan.
“Mmm. Vanilla frosting?”
“Yup. On sugar cookies.”
“My favorite.”
Greg winked. “I know.”
They had made it to the kitchen by now. A rack of fresh-from-the-oven sugar cookies was sitting on top of the stove, with about half covered in frosting. Nick could see another batch baking as they spoke.
“So, do I get to have one of these cookies now?”
“Take any one you like.”
Nick reached for the biggest cookie and bit into it. “Mmm,” he groaned. “These are good, G.” Suddenly he noticed the wide grin on Greg’s face.
“What?” Greg asked innocently.
“You look a little bit too happy to see me eat a cookie.”
“I tried something new this time! Can’t you taste it?”
“There’s...something different about the frosting. It’s better than normal...”
Greg clapped his hands and turned to add more frosting. “Glad they’re a success,” he said over his shoulder.
Nick took another bite of the cookie. There definitely was an added taste to the mix. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Wanna tell me your secret ingredient?”
“If I did it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, no would it?”
“Oh, come on.”
“Uh-uh.”
“You know that whatever it is, I’ll like it-”
Greg giggled.
“I know you like it” he said between laughs.
Nick arched an eyebrow. “What’d you do? Jack off in the frosting bowl or something?”
Greg burst out laughing and dropped the spatula.
“You really-”
The younger CSI could hardly breathe. “Yup!”
“All over the-”
“Yeah!”
“So this frosting” - he ran a finger through the white stuff – “has your jizz all mixed in?”
Greg was very proud of himself. “Different, isn’t it? When you don’t get off for a week, you blow one huge load, ya know.”
“Yeah? I jacked off every night thinking about you.” Nick rose from the table and walked up to Greg, pushing him against the counter. That’s when he realized Greg was naked under the apron.
“How about we add another flavor, huh?” Nick dropped his voice low and started undoing his zipper.
Greg swallowed, highly aroused. He wasn’t expecting this but then again Nick is always full of surprises and speaking of surprises, Nick had his pants and boxers down around his knees and his left hand was wrapped tight around his cock, sliding up the smooth, hard flesh.
“Every night,” he panted. “Just like this. On my bed, in the shower, thinking about you and your cock and – fuck!” Nick moaned as Greg added a helping hand.
Greg was completely focused on helping Nick bring himself off. He ignored the tent in his apron, pretended the throbbing hardness at his groin didn’t exist. Nick was close, he could tell. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, his free hand against the counter for support. The busy hand was speeding up, twisting around the head. Greg leaned in to suck on Nick’s neck and Nick bucked harder into his own hand.
Nick slowed down, wanting this to last longer. Even though he’d jacked off when he woke up that morning, he was hard as a rock now. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the familiar slapping sounds of a man masturbating.
The feeling was unbelieveable as Nick slid his soft fingers over his cock. Greg had drawn his hand away only to have it disappear under the apron so Greg could come too, but he never took his eyes off Nick’s actions. Nick’s jerking became more erratic and he was grunting “Greg” on each upstroke.
Nick was on the edge. Greg suddenly grabbed the frosting bowl and held it close. Nick opened his eyes and grinned dirtily when he saw his target. Greg licked a hot stripe to the collar of Nick’s shirt and he groaned loudly and came hard into the bowl. His seed shot into the frosting, blending in and becoming invisible. Nick slumped against the counter, spent, panting.
“What about you?”
“Let’s just say this apron really needs to be washed now.”
Nick chuckled and kissed Greg on the cheek.
Greg grinned and immediately started mixing the frosting. He grabbed two fresh cookies and coated them in their new flavor. “To us,” he toasted.
“To us,” Nick replied.
They were the best-tasting cookies that Nick and Greg had ever had.
In case anyone's interested, a recipe for homemade sugar cookies and frosting can be found here! For Nick and Greg's Fuckalicious Frosting, just add a healthy dose of cum.
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Date: 2005-07-26 04:04 am (UTC)I can't wait for the movie to comeout (pun not intended).
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:32 pm (UTC)Crazy twist! And a great story!
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