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nickngregTitle: What do you want for breakfast?
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them but I would cook for them
Spoilers: None
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fred_bear for the wonderful beta and because she gets "the feelings."
Challenge: Recipe challenge at http://www.livejournal.com/community/ngchallenge/
“What do you want for breakfast?” Nick asked. “I’m in the mood for pancakes.”
“Sounds good. Are you cooking or do we have to wrestle for it?” Greg joked.
“I’ll cook. I want to try something different today.”
“Okay, I’ll grab a shower then. I have a feeling if we take one together we’ll be late for work.” Greg rolled off Nick, stretched, and gave him a hand up.
Nick pulled on a pair of boxers and padded barefoot into the kitchen, flicking on the coffeemaker as he passed. He mixed the dry ingredients first and then retrieved the buttermilk and blueberries from the fridge. He put a pan on the stove to heat, melting a little butter in it. As soon as the butter was ready, he added the buttermilk to the flour and watched it froth and bubble. Using a ladle, he poured some batter into the pan and concentrated on dropping blueberries precisely into each small circle.
Greg came in sniffing, “Smells good. What’re you making?”
“Buttermilk pancakes. Thought I’d add blueberries this time,” Nick said. “Can you put the syrup in the microwave?”
“Sure.”
“Here you are, go ahead and eat them while they’re hot. Don’t wait for me.” Nick loaded the first batch onto a plate and handed them to Greg.
Greg got his coffee first because, home-made pancakes or not, he had his priorities straight. “Thanks, these are good,” he said munching. “Are you gonna cater every morning now?”
“Depends,” Nick leered, “What’s in it for me?”
“I think we can work something out.”
They ate in comfortable silence, Nick looking over the paper and Greg reading a forensic journal.
Nick glanced up and stared, breathing a little faster as Greg licked syrup off his fingers absently, lapping at them like a cat. When Greg looked up he froze under Nick’s gaze, then seductively put one of his fingers in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. He pulled his finger out and slowly started licking another finger.
“Let me help you with that,” Nick said huskily, reaching over and sucking Greg’s finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue greedily.
Nick stood, pulling Greg up with him, and poured a little syrup on his hand so it ran down his arm. “What a mess,” he murmured, licking sloppily over Greg’s hand and arm. “I guess I’ll just have to clean it up.”
With a gasp, Greg hauled him closer and grabbed Nick’s ass, grinding into him as sudden heat flamed up between them. Greg’s tongue was in Nick’s mouth, eagerly exploring, deepening their kiss.
Nick held Greg firmly, increasing the pressure as their cocks slid together. He staggered, losing his balance and fell down on top of Greg, pushing him right into the middle of the sticky plates. He rubbed frantically against Greg, feeling nails clawing at his back and hips as they writhed in the middle of their breakfast.
Sliding against Greg from chest to knee, Nick couldn’t stop kissing or grinding against him. He heard Greg moaning and gasping under his mouth and whimpered himself as he insinuated a hand between their bodies. With difficulty he pushed at their boxers, freeing their cocks, gripping both together in his hand as they moved together, slick with pre-cum. Nick could feel himself tense and didn’t try to hold back, spilling warm liquid over their stomachs. The added slickness pulled Greg over the edge with a groan.
They lay in the wreckage of breakfast, gasping for breath, hot, sweaty and very syrupy. Nick buried his face in Greg’s shoulder, shuddering now as gentle lips pressed softly against his neck, the warm moist breath starting to slow, sticky fingers gently combing through his hair.
“Good thing you took that shower,” Nick laughed a little breathlessly.
“You could have just asked if you wanted me to clear the table,” Greg chuckled back. “Umm, I think we may need new coffee mugs.”
Nick looked over the edge of the table. “Yeah, and the floor needs mopping.”
“And I need another shower,” Greg said, looking at his watch. “And you do too. I guess we’ll have to clean up after.”
“No,” said Nick. “We’ll get ants if we leave it. I’ll just give it a lick and a promise.”
“You’re supposed to give me that,” Greg grunted as Nick pulled him up off the table.
Nick smirked and pulled a piece of pancake off Greg’s back, licking the syrup from his skin, savoring the sweet and salty flavor, and pressed a kiss onto sticky scars.
“I thought I just did.”
Bev's Blueberry Buttermilk Pancakes
1 c. sifted flour
Resift with:
1 teaspoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 teaspoon double-acting baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
Beat 1 egg until light and frothy
Right before cooking:
Add 1 cup buttermilk
1 to 2 tablespoons melted butter
Combine dry and liquid ingredients with a few swift strokes.
After ladling batter into pan, drop blueberries liberally into the batter.
When the bubbles stop surfacing, check bottom and flip.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them but I would cook for them
Spoilers: None
Thank you
fred_bear for the wonderful beta and because she gets "the feelings."Challenge: Recipe challenge at http://www.livejournal.com/community/ngchallenge/
“What do you want for breakfast?” Nick asked. “I’m in the mood for pancakes.”
“Sounds good. Are you cooking or do we have to wrestle for it?” Greg joked.
“I’ll cook. I want to try something different today.”
“Okay, I’ll grab a shower then. I have a feeling if we take one together we’ll be late for work.” Greg rolled off Nick, stretched, and gave him a hand up.
Nick pulled on a pair of boxers and padded barefoot into the kitchen, flicking on the coffeemaker as he passed. He mixed the dry ingredients first and then retrieved the buttermilk and blueberries from the fridge. He put a pan on the stove to heat, melting a little butter in it. As soon as the butter was ready, he added the buttermilk to the flour and watched it froth and bubble. Using a ladle, he poured some batter into the pan and concentrated on dropping blueberries precisely into each small circle.
Greg came in sniffing, “Smells good. What’re you making?”
“Buttermilk pancakes. Thought I’d add blueberries this time,” Nick said. “Can you put the syrup in the microwave?”
“Sure.”
“Here you are, go ahead and eat them while they’re hot. Don’t wait for me.” Nick loaded the first batch onto a plate and handed them to Greg.
Greg got his coffee first because, home-made pancakes or not, he had his priorities straight. “Thanks, these are good,” he said munching. “Are you gonna cater every morning now?”
“Depends,” Nick leered, “What’s in it for me?”
“I think we can work something out.”
They ate in comfortable silence, Nick looking over the paper and Greg reading a forensic journal.
Nick glanced up and stared, breathing a little faster as Greg licked syrup off his fingers absently, lapping at them like a cat. When Greg looked up he froze under Nick’s gaze, then seductively put one of his fingers in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. He pulled his finger out and slowly started licking another finger.
“Let me help you with that,” Nick said huskily, reaching over and sucking Greg’s finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue greedily.
Nick stood, pulling Greg up with him, and poured a little syrup on his hand so it ran down his arm. “What a mess,” he murmured, licking sloppily over Greg’s hand and arm. “I guess I’ll just have to clean it up.”
With a gasp, Greg hauled him closer and grabbed Nick’s ass, grinding into him as sudden heat flamed up between them. Greg’s tongue was in Nick’s mouth, eagerly exploring, deepening their kiss.
Nick held Greg firmly, increasing the pressure as their cocks slid together. He staggered, losing his balance and fell down on top of Greg, pushing him right into the middle of the sticky plates. He rubbed frantically against Greg, feeling nails clawing at his back and hips as they writhed in the middle of their breakfast.
Sliding against Greg from chest to knee, Nick couldn’t stop kissing or grinding against him. He heard Greg moaning and gasping under his mouth and whimpered himself as he insinuated a hand between their bodies. With difficulty he pushed at their boxers, freeing their cocks, gripping both together in his hand as they moved together, slick with pre-cum. Nick could feel himself tense and didn’t try to hold back, spilling warm liquid over their stomachs. The added slickness pulled Greg over the edge with a groan.
They lay in the wreckage of breakfast, gasping for breath, hot, sweaty and very syrupy. Nick buried his face in Greg’s shoulder, shuddering now as gentle lips pressed softly against his neck, the warm moist breath starting to slow, sticky fingers gently combing through his hair.
“Good thing you took that shower,” Nick laughed a little breathlessly.
“You could have just asked if you wanted me to clear the table,” Greg chuckled back. “Umm, I think we may need new coffee mugs.”
Nick looked over the edge of the table. “Yeah, and the floor needs mopping.”
“And I need another shower,” Greg said, looking at his watch. “And you do too. I guess we’ll have to clean up after.”
“No,” said Nick. “We’ll get ants if we leave it. I’ll just give it a lick and a promise.”
“You’re supposed to give me that,” Greg grunted as Nick pulled him up off the table.
Nick smirked and pulled a piece of pancake off Greg’s back, licking the syrup from his skin, savoring the sweet and salty flavor, and pressed a kiss onto sticky scars.
“I thought I just did.”
Bev's Blueberry Buttermilk Pancakes
1 c. sifted flour
Resift with:
1 teaspoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 teaspoon double-acting baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
Beat 1 egg until light and frothy
Right before cooking:
Add 1 cup buttermilk
1 to 2 tablespoons melted butter
Combine dry and liquid ingredients with a few swift strokes.
After ladling batter into pan, drop blueberries liberally into the batter.
When the bubbles stop surfacing, check bottom and flip.
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Date: 2005-07-27 11:33 pm (UTC)