"Uh oh." Craig thumped Dave on the arm. "Hush, you. I'm trying to have a serious conversation here." "Sorry." Dave tried to school his features into something resembling a solemn expression. "Please continue." How to phrase this...? "We've had fun the past couple of months, right?" "What, you mean with Vig and Bean?" And Dave thought Craig loved him for his brain. Whatever. For a bloke who was supposed to be swift on the uptake, Dave wasn't doing a very good job. "Not unless you're talking about two other men we happen to be fucking." "Now who's not being serious?" Craig sighed. "You honestly don't want me to finish my thought, do you?" "No, I do." Craig waited a beat. Dave just smiled at him, trying for beatific innocence and not quite making it. "Fine," Craig finally said. "I think we should try monogamy." "You mean, be exclusive?" Dave sounded a bit shocked. Again with the brilliant insight. "That's what monogamy means, love." "Why now?" "Because, up until Vig and Sean accosted me, I thought you and I were having an exclusive relationship," Craig explained. "And while I've been having fun, I'm really more of a one-person kind of man." "Well...I dunno," Dave drawled, running a hand through tousled hair. "It would take an awful lot to convince me to give up the geezers." "Which, you know, is a really insulting term," Craig stated. "You're almost as old as they are, and you're far from a geezer." "It's an affectionate term. I believe Karl made it up." Which made it all better, Craig supposed. "Yeah, and Karl's finally hooked up with Harry, who's just as old as Vig. You don't hear Karl calling Harry a geezer." Craig could see the first hint of a smile ghost across Dave's full lips. "Is this a crusade? Should I pass out buttons, make up pamphlets?" "I'm going to ignore that," Craig sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Fine." Dave pinned Craig into the sofa with his body. "You want me all to yourself? You're going to have to work for it." "Are you challenging me?" There was precious little Craig loved more in life than a good challenge. "Think of it as a test." Craig narrowed his eyes. If Dave wanted to play that game, Craig would be more than happy to comply. By the time he was done, Dave wouldn't even know how to say anyone else's name, let alone go to them. "Let me up. You're on." Dave stood. "Lovely." "Not so fast -- you don't even know what I'm going to do to you." Craig had the pleasure of seeing blue eyes go all hot. Good, about time to turn the tables, show Tall, Blond and Flirty what he'd been missing. He got up, tugged Dave to the kitchen. "I know the way through a man's heart is through his stomach, but this wasn't what I had in mind," Dave laughed, as Craig pushed him into a chair. "Patience, love, you'll get what you want when I decide you should get it." Now, what to do about Dave's tendency to change the rules...ah, yes. Perfect. Craig walked to a drawer and pulled out a length of rope. "Do I want to know why you have rope in your kitchen?" "Because I have a junk drawer and it's where it ended up," Craig replied, walking back. "Now, do I have to use this, or are you going to sit still?" Dave wrinkled his brow, considered his options. "I guess I'll sit still." Craig dropped the rope on the table. "I'll keep it here, just in case." He reached out, deftly unbuttoned Dave's shirt, left it open, but didn't take it off. Dave looked down, but didn't say anything. Smart boy. Craig considered his options as he gazed down at Dave, at the sinewy, muscled chest sprinkled with light hairs, at puckered nipples and taut abs. So many options, so many ways to make Dave beg. So many ways to make his body burn, his skin tighten, his cock ache... Craig's eyes narrowed. Ah yes. Perfect. "Uh oh. I know that look." He should. "Then you're right to be cautious. I think the best way to show you what you're missing is to show you what you're missing." Dave tilted his head. "That wasn't supposed to confuse me, was it?" "Just observe. Don't move. Don't talk. Just watch." "Um...okay." Dave looked very puzzled. Looked kinda cute on him. Craig was going to have a lot of fun with this. He walked to the refrigerator, removed the small container of strawberry jam, then opened the cupboard and got out the jar of nutella. He turned and smiled, placing the containers on the table. "What, you're making me a sandwich?" Smartass. Good thing Craig was crazy about him. "In a manner of speaking, yes I am," he replied. "Only, you're not going to get to eat it just yet." "Now, that's just mean. Vig and Bean wouldn't withhold food." Craig ignored Dave's pout. "Pay attention, love. You're not going to want to miss this." Dave leaned back in his chair, still smiling. Craig was determined to get rid of that smile, to replace it with hunger. He slowly slipped the buttons of his shirt free -- took his time, watching with satisfaction when Dave sat up, smile slipping. Not so smug now, huh? Craig caressed every inch of his skin as it was revealed, making a game of it, darting his hands under his shirt to stroke his nipples, chest, abs. Dave watched, body still, as Craig stripped the shirt off, reached for the buttons of his jeans. Unpopped them one at a time, the tips of his fingers grazing against springy black curls. A small sound caught Craig's attention, and he looked up. Saw Dave biting his lip, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. "See something you like?" Craig asked, hooking his thumbs through his belt loops, pushing the jeans down slim hips. "Christ, Craig..." "Hush. I said, no talking." An admonishment with a soft smile as Craig kicked off his jeans, stood before Dave naked and aroused. "Now," Craig said, picking up the jar of nutella. "This normally goes on the sandwich first, right?" Dave's light eyes grew wide as the implications hit. Yes, a very smart boy. "You're...um...not..." "Yes, I am." A deft twist got rid of the lid. Craig stuck two fingers in the smooth substance, spread a bit on his collarbone. Not too bad. Thick, creamy, went on well. He'd have to remember this for the future. He caught one of his fingers in his teeth and sucked the digit in his mouth, tasting sugar and hazelnut, savored the flavor on his tongue. Delved back in the jar for a bit more, ignored Dave's muffled groans. Craig had barely begun. He repeated the process -- spread more on his chest, stomach, thighs, hips, brushed the head of his cock, each time sucking his fingers clean. Watched with unholy amusement as Dave inched forward in the chair, eyes hot, hair mussed...so fuckable and frustrated. Just the way Craig liked him best. "Jam goes on next, right?" Dave cleared his throat, adam's apple moving in slow motion, sweat trickling a thin line over his skin. "Um...yeah." "Wonderful." Craig set down the one jar, picked up the jam and opened it. The scent of strawberries filled the air. Craig smeared the sticky jelly on top of the nutella, each swipe of his fingers slow, provocative. Decorated his aroused, flushed body with the jam until he was satisfied he'd gotten to every spot. Streaks of deep red and light tan ran up his chest, down his stomach, matted the hairs tapering to his groin, up every inch of his hard cock, across the soft skin of his full scrotum. Craig put down the jar, stood between Dave's open legs. "Now, do you think Vig and Sean would give you a sandwich like this?" Craig's hand pinched his hardened nipple, the other swirling the mixture across the length of his cock. "Craig...please." Dave's pupils were almost dilated, nails digging into his palms. His muscled chest heaved as his body trembled with the effort of staying still. Craig took another baby step inside the vee of Dave's legs, felt the heat between them, around them, burn a path straight to his groin. "Want a snack, Dave?" "God, yes." "No hands," Craig commanded, when Dave leaned forward, and Dave immediately dropped them back to his sides. "Just your lips and tongue." "Closer," Dave whispered, breath raspy with need. The second Craig stepped within licking distance, Dave moved forward. His tongue licked on the trail of jam and nutella, nibbled a path up Craig's body, sucking and savoring every inch of flavored skin. Craig placed his hands on Dave's shoulders for support, body solely focused on Dave, and Dave's tongue moving in slow precision. Warm and wet -- mindless bliss in a rough pink tongue, soft lips and gentle teeth. Craig watched in fascination as Dave's tongue found every trace of the mixture, lips parting the sticky hairs, licking between them, sucking a path down Craig's body. He paused when he reached the base of Craig's throbbing erection, inhaled deeply. "Smells great." "Bet it tastes better." Dave's smile was slow, wicked. "Bet it would feel even better than that." Craig smiled into Dave's flashing eyes, tightened his fingers on solid muscle. "Perhaps later." "I'll hold you to it," Dave replied, and sucked the head of Craig's cock into his mouth. Pleasure exploded across Craig's nerve-endings, up his spine, throughout his cock. Dave moved swiftly, swallowing, sucking, laving -- the suction was unbearable, wild, intense. Sweet, full lips wrapped around his cock, the back of Dave's throat tickled the head, and Craig couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight. Dave's eyes were closed in rapture and concentration. He looked so beyond beautiful like this. Debauched, wild, a whore for Craig's personal pleasure. Craig pulled almost all the way out, thrust back in, fucked Dave's wet mouth until he was gasping, moaning, coming -- watched as Dave pulled away, and let come spurt all over his neck and chin. Jesus... "Oops," Dave breathed, not sounding sorry at all. "Guess I'll have to clean up." "Let me," Craig whispered, dropping to his knees, leaning up. He licked the come off of Dave's throat, tasted himself, the salty tang mixed with Dave's unique flavor. Warm, supple skin rippled under him, invited him to explore a bit more. "Craig..." He slowly lifted his head, met Dave's lips in a furious, frenzied kiss. Dave pushed him back, straddled his lap, lips and tongue plundering every inch of Craig's mouth like it was the richest piece of cheesecake. Hands grasped shoulders, then backs, as they strained toward each other, each wanting to crawl inside each other's skin and stay there for a few days, years, take a long vacation inside each other. "God," Craig gasped, finally tearing his protesting mouth away. Dave nodded, dropped his head to Craig's shoulder, teeth nibbling and marking. "You win." "Do I?" "Yeah." Dave cupped Craig's neck, smiled. "The way to a man's heart really is through his stomach." "Good. Now let me show you what else I learned in school," Craig said, running his nails under Dave's shirt, up his back. Dave shivered. "What?" "Proper nutrition." A slow lick along Dave's neck. "I could improve my diet," Dave agreed, sighing. "As long as I'm the only thing on your plate." Dave smiled, nipped Craig's lower lip. "You are." "Good." Mission accomplished. Onto Interested
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