Kitchen Plans

Kitchen Plans

Gojyo blinked angrily at the lighted sign on the front of the bar. He should just go in. Only it wasn’t that easy. Hakkai had fucking sucked his dick. Then walked away with some crack about not eating ice cream. By the time Gojyo’s brain had stopped tap dancing the bastard was back to housekeeping as if butter, never mind Gojyo, wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

Cussing, Gojyo wandered in and bought a few drinks, flirted with a few girls and obsessed about what to do when your room mate blows your mind by – well blowing you. Could a guy say; “Hey, you wanna’ suck me off again?” Or did you say; “Hey, I owe you a blow job, you wanna’ pencil it in?” Shit knowing Hakkai the bastard would say something about; “Really Gojyo, if you would just pick up your beer cans that would be quite enough.”

Gojyo smirked, wondering if a guy could say; “I might remember to use an ashtray better if you gave me a quick blow every time I forgot.” Was Hakkai stupid? Gojyo would eat 14 gallons of ice cream if the converted youkai brought it home again if the consequence were the same.

“You look happy.” She was new in town and Gojyo rather liked her rounded soft look. She had pretty brown hair and greenish eyes. She looked soft and pliable, melting and . . .

Gojyo laughed. “I’m pretty happy.” He wasn’t a big ice cream fan normally, but he loved tapioca. And he knew the sweet shop lady had some, which would work. Plan in mind he made his way to the shop.

Hakkai looked up, not sure what it meant that Gojyo was back less than an hour after leaving for the evening. Gojyo came into the kitchen and placed a small cardboard container on the table. Carefully, the hanyou assembled a bowl and spoon and, quite theatrically, began to ladle thick pudding into a bowl. After serving himself some, Gojyo put the remainder away in the fridge and sat down to eat. Hakkai, who had been reading, found himself standing in the doorway watching as Gojyo made love to his dessert. There was no other way to describe it!

Gojyo would scoop up a heaping spoonful, lift it carefully to his full sensual mouth, lick around the edge of the spoon, then slowly put the rest in his mouth, close his eyes, and slowly slide the spoon back out, his lips slipping over the metal.

“Sweet tooth?” Hakkai asked finally, swallowing first and trying desperately to moisten his dry lips with a dry tongue.

“Nahh.” Gojyo closed his eyes in bliss and shook his head so all that red hair swished and bounced. “Not chewing at all. Sweet tongue.” He slitted his eyes and studied Hakkai, taking another elaborate bite. “Not usually an ice cream fan, but this, this is my favorite.” Hakkai felt his gaze pinned and he swallowed again. Gojyo had just thrown down the gauntlet.

“I’ve never been a big tapioca fan, but it sounds good right now.” Hakkai crossed over to the fridge himself. He pulled out the remainder of the dessert.

“That’s mine.” Gojyo, kept eating his own dessert, watching Hakkai nibble on his lower lip as he began to slowly open the carton.

“You took my ice cream.” Hakkai broached the topic they had avoided.

“You got most of it back.” Gojyo watched his roommate’s eyes, finishing the pudding without tasting it.

“I did, didn’t I.” Hakkai was watching and Gojyo would have traded all the cash in his left pocket to know what was brewing behind those too-bright green eyes. “But you did get quite a bit.” Hakkai kept his gaze focused on Gojyo and dipped one finger in the pudding. Gojyo blinked, proper uptight Hakkai just put his finger in Gojyo’s pudding. Well ok, considering where his mouth was a couple weeks ago maybe Gojyo shouldn’t be quite so shocked, but damn!!!!

Hakkai continued to dip the pudding out with his finger and Gojyo continued to enjoy watching him lick the creamy white dessert off. Watching that clever tongue carefully and thoroughly clean up the sticky dessert, Gojyo finally decided it was his move. He shoved the chair back and crossed the room so fast that Hakkai backed up 2 steps, putting his back to the fridge.

“Keep it up.” Gojyo challenged. He watched Hakkai consider his options, then dip his finger in the pudding again, taking it slowly to his mouth. Just as the healer was about to pop his finger in between those slightly smeared lips Gojyo dove in and wrapped his tongue around the finger, and the pudding. He made a long slow production of stroking his tongue and lips over and around to get the last of the dessert.

“Oh.” Hakkai blinked at him. He was thinking again and Gojyo grinned, he could feel the predator in him leaping up and Hakai saw it in his eyes. Gojyo waited, waited for Hakkai to make a decision. The healer did. He slipped his hand down and scooped up another taste of the dwindling dessert. He seemed surprised that his finger made it to his mouth, then between his lips.

He was more surprised when Gojyo ducked forward and captured finger, and mouth, whisking the treat from Hakkai’s tongue. “Well,” Gojyo taunted, moving back, his eyes staring into Hakkai’s, licking and savoring his own lips. “There’s some left. Unless you’ve lost your. . . taste for it.”

Hakkai shook his head and dipped up another serving. He seemed surprised that he managed to suck it off his finger and swallow without Gojyo stealing a taste. When he was swallowing the second helping unmolested his eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”

“MMM?” Gojyo continued to watch him intently. “You deserve a treat. You work hard around here. You look after the house, you keep me fed.” Gojyo leaned in, dipping his own finger into the dessert. “Maybe it’s time I fed you?” The hanyou carefully pressed the tip of his finger to Hakkai’s lips, smiling as the puzzled mouth opened to admit him. Gojyo tickled at the other’s tongue and stroked over his teeth, encouraging Hakkai to play with the finger in his mouth, careful to move only a little and feeling a wild surge of heat when Hakkai closed both eyes and lips to savor the taste Gojyo’s skin cleaned of the sticky pudding.

Gojyo then took Hakkai’s hand and directed him to scoop up more pudding; and he didn’t have to do more then begin the motion to have Hakkai’s finger slipping into his own mouth. Gojyo savored it, rolling his tongue and scrapping lightly with his teeth as Hakkai stared wide eyed. Gojyo continued to suck and nip at Hakkai’s finger while taking a small glob of tapioca and dabbing it on Hakkai’s chin.

“Oops, better clean that up. Clumsy me.” Gojyo retained Hakkai’s hand while swooping in to claim his due. He didn’t even pretend he wasn’t making the most of lapping at Hakkai’s chin, the curve of his jaw and the soft skin behind his ear. Hakkai fell back against the fridge door and Gojyo had to catch the cardboard container as it fell between them. He realized his mistake just as his fingers touched the cool container.

Quick in some areas Gojyo tipped the carton forward and let the small remaining content tip over the front of Hakkai’s worn cotton shorts. He pulled back from licking a completely tapioca free ear lobe to stare at the wide green eyes looking back at him.

“You dropped it. And it spilled. You are very clumsy yourself.” Gojyo chided.

“I—I guess I am.” Hakkai surrendered completely, falling back against the appliance behind him, his hands tangled in Gojyo’s hair and his legs trembling. Gojyo dropped to his knees licked up the line of tapioca, over the obvious ridge in Hakkai’s now too-tight shorts.

Gojyo smiled and worked at the soft cotton with lips, teeth and tongue until Hakkai was thrusting his hips and twisting his hands in Gojyo’s hair. Amused Gojyo suddenly moved down, nipping just hard enough on one bare thigh to make Hakkai groan, then nuzzling up inside the leg of the soft shorts to the tight, slightly damp underwear. Hakkai began to groan in earnest, gasping when Gojyo slid his tongue along the line between underwear and flesh at the top his thigh.

Gojyo appreciated the stretched out shorts even more when he was able to angle himself self and lick soft flesh covered only by proper white cotton. “Gojyo!” Hakkai’s head thudded softly against the fridge and Gojyo took it as encouragement.

Hakkai thought if he just hit his head again, he might knock some sense into himself. Then the bastard kneeling between his thighs just engulfed one aching ball in his hot, hot, hot mouth and Hakkai realized he couldn’t—couldn’t – think. Some part of Hakkai knew that was his voice making those broken needy moans and cursing and pleading as Gojyo shifted his attention to the other side. And Hakkai didn’t care. “More. More. AGGNNN.” Gojyo’s tongue had just slipped under the now soaking shorts and was exploring and. . . .

Hakkai whimpered when Gojyo moved back and the sound became a moan of relief when his shorts and underwear were stripped off. And then a yelp of surprise when he was tumbled carefully to the cold tile floor. The linoleum was cool on his ass, a remarkable counterpoint to the sudden surge of heat that surrounded his cock. Hakkai’s head thumped on the floor once as he drew a sobbing breath and began to thrust in earnest.

Gojyo was licking and sucking and SLURPING. Hakkai tried to lift his head, to watch, but it was all too much. Gojyo shifted, blowing cold air over his aching length, across his tensing balls, then back to suck down the hard column of Hakkai’s erection.

“Gojyo!” It rang in his head, but all that came out was a strangled gasp, then heat and release were rolling white hot and icy sharp through him.

Hakkai returned to himself lying on the floor of his kitchen, knees apart, shorts binding his ankles together, and Gojyo sitting next to him, licking tapioca from a carton. “You know, ‘Kai, I think we are gonna’ use a lot less spoons over the next few months.”