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Title: Kiss the
Cook
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I
don't own them. Executives, producers, directors and studios that have more
lawyers on retainer than I want to think about � own them. I'm not making any money, just borrowing
them for a while. I promise to return them to the lab as soon as I'm finished.
Beta: Calypso
Summary: Speed
invites Horatio over for dinner
Warning: Slash �
if you don't like it � don't read it
Author's Note:
Someone wanted sex in the kitchen

~*~

Speed knocked softly on Horatio's door, not wanting to
disturb the redhead. He leaned up
against the door jam, and watched the older man. Speed's eyes raked over Horatio's lean form. Just the sight of him set Speed's blood
boiling. He had always had, an
attraction to the man, ever since he met him all those years ago. It wasn't until lately, in the past few
months, the attraction grew and began to consume him.

Horatio had entered his dreams. The dreams were very real,
he could feel the softness of Horatio's hair, feel the silky skin, and taste
his salty essence. He woke with a moan
on his lips, his hand and sheets sticky.

At first he had a difficult time facing his boss, just
knowing that he would see the hidden desire in his eyes. Slowly he was able to find an easy
friendship with the man, happy to have him in his life. Over time he began to realize that the
feelings he had for his boss wasn't just lust for his body, but love for the
man.

Speed knocked again, "Horatio?"

"Speed." Horatio looked up from his desk. "How
can I help you?"

Speed gave him a small smile, "It's late. You're tired and there's nothing you can do
here."

"Paperwork." Horatio pulled up another folder.

Speed walked over to his desk, "It can wait,
dinner?"

"Dinner?" Horatio asked looking up.

"Dinner." Speed states. "You need to eat, and
I missed dinner. I was thinking maybe�" Speed hesitated; he was wondering
what possessed him to ask his boss to dinner. Oh yeah that's right, because
he's in love with him.

Horatio looked back at the pile of reports, sighed threw his
pen down, "Why not."

Speed looked surprised, "Okay, good, dinner.. Ah H�I'll
need a ride, bike's in the shop." Speed gave him a shy smile.

"Oh I see," Horatio laughed as he stood up.
"You're just using me for a ride home."

"I'll buy dinner," Speed pointed out.

"Let's go," Horatio moved towards the door. Speed waited just long enough so he could
get a nice view of Horatio's tight ass.

~*~

"I can't believe the diner is closed for a private
party," Speed grumbled in the passenger seat of the Hummer.

"Irony," Horatio grinned. "Any other
places?"

"This time of night?" Speed looked at him.
"Not really."

"I'll take you home and call it a night." Horatio
started the engine up. "Thanks for asking."

"I can whip us up something." Speed suggested.

Horatio glanced at his passenger, "You cook?"

Speed blushed slightly, "It's a well kept secret. Only
one other person knows I can dabble in the kitchen."

"Alexx?" Horatio asked smiling.

"Who else?" Speed returned.

"Okay." Horatio grinned. "I'll try Speed's
Place." Speed laughed.

~*~

Speed led them into his apartment; he threw his keys and
badge onto the table near the door, setting the gun in the drawer. "Make yourself at home," Speed
gestured around the living room, as he slipped off his shoes and socks. He quickly picked them up and stashed them
in his bedroom. He rolled up the
sleeves of his button down shirt as he walked into the kitchen.

Horatio stood by the door watching the small routine, with a tiny smile on his
face. This was a different side of
Speed, relaxed and at home. He watched
Speed pull out some ingredients from the cabinets and fridge, humming softly to
himself. Horatio decided to get
comfortable and slipped off his tie and suit coat, he laid them across the back
of the recliner in the living room.

He eased onto one of the bar stools at the small breakfast
bar separating the kitchen from the living room. He was content to watch his Trace expert cook. He couldn't remember when he had fallen in
love with the man, but lately it had been getting more and more difficult to
keep his distance. He found himself
assigning cases to make sure Speed ended up with him; he enjoyed the man's
humor and wit. He especially enjoyed
the view when Speed would bend over the microscope. Those long baggy shirts covered a well-defined ass, one Horatio
dreamed of slipping into many nights.

Horatio looked up shaking his head to clear away his
thoughts, "What?"

Speed was grinning at him, "Chicken or Steak?"

"For?" Horatio asked somewhat distracted. Speed had some flour on his cheek; his eyes
were open and full of life, then there was the apron he slipped on. Horatio stood up, his eyes locked onto
Speed. He moved around the bar, and
into the kitchen. Speed watched him
with trepidation. Horatio pounced,
backing Speed into the cabinets and taking his lips in a demanding kiss.

Speed's arms wrapped around Horatio's shoulders and pulled
the older man closer. He opened his
mouth allowing Horatio complete access.
Horatio slipped his tongue in, tasting and exploring the moist mouth, he
grinned slightly as he tasted a variety of spices. It seems Speed is the type
of cook that tastes as he goes. Speed
groaned as Horatio pushed him further into the cabinets, their hard cocks
grinding against each other.

Horatio pulled back panting slightly, "Speed?"

Speed answered the question by pulling Horatio back in for
another kiss, licking Horatio's bottom lip asking for permission. Horatio opened his mouth now letting Speed
explore. Speed needed desperately to
get closer to Horatio; he wanted to feel smooth skin. His hands pulled at the tucked in shirt, clawing desperately to
get under it. Horatio stepped back eyes
dark with passion, he took Speed's hands and placed them on his chest.

Speed quickly unbuttoned the soft silky shirt, the moment he
exposed the erect nipples he leaned forward sucking one into his mouth. Horatio moaned, his hands slipping into
Speed's hair, "God�"

Speed grinned as he moved to the other nipple giving it as
much attention as the first. His
fingers became uncoordinated and with a frustrated growl he ripped the rest of
the buttons off. He pulled back,
smirking at Horatio's dazed expression. His hands slid down the smooth chest,
pinching the wet nipples, caressing down the flat stomach, enjoying the noises
Horatio was making. He stopped at the
waist, his hands sliding across the belt.
They slipped around to the back inching lower until he was cupping
Horatio's ass, pulling the man closer he ground his own hard erection into his.

Horatio growled deep in his throat, he turned the two of
them and moved them across the kitchen.
Before Speed could figure what Horatio was doing he was flat on his back
on the small kitchen table. Horatio's
eyes were dark with lust. Speed lifted up on his elbows watching the redhead
intently. Horatio grinned, as he made
quick work of Speed's pants, and boxers.
Speed groaned as the cool air hit his aching cock. He dropped to the table when he felt
Horatio's wet mouth engulf it.

"Horatio�Oh God�" Speed writhed
under Horatio's touch.
"Please�" Horatio took his time, licking, tasting the hard
cock, and lapping up the pre-cum. His
hands spread Speed's legs wide, massaging the tights muscles. Speed was shaking under his fingers; Horatio
hummed softly around the swollen cock, and then swallowed it down. Speed screamed out his name and came down
his throat. Horatio swallowed all of it, and then licked the softening cock
clean. He eased up bending over a spent
Speed.

"Olive oil�counter�" Speed panted his dark eyes
locking with Horatio's blue.

Horatio quickly grabbed the olive oil, pouring a small
amount into his hand. He slowly began
to work his fingers into Speed. "How long has it been?" He asked
feeling how tight Speed was.

"A while," Speed panted pushing back onto the
fingers. "More�"

Horatio grinned, "I don't want to hurt you."

Speed looked at him with all sincerity in his eyes,
"You could never hurt me."

Horatio swallowed at the trust Speed had in him. He slipped in three fingers stretching him,
finding that one spot to make Speed wither and moan. "Damn it Horatio. In. Me. NOW!"

Horatio nodded, knowing he couldn't hold out much
longer. He quickly freed his hard
member from the restrains of his pants coating it with oil. Speed's legs widened even further in an open
invitation. Horatio gasped at seeing
the complete love and trust in Speed's eyes.

Horatio eased himself into Speed, not wanting to hurt the
young man he had grown to love. Speed
took matters into his own hand and pushed back, impaling himself onto
Horatio. Both men groaned deep,
stilling at the sensation. Horatio took
deep breaths trying to control himself.

"Fuck me," Speed whispered.

Horatio pulled out and thrust back in, causing Speed to
scream out in pleasure. Horatio pounded
into Speed, loosing himself in the tight body.
Speed wrapped his legs around Horatio's, arching his back upwards urging
him harder, faster. Horatio's hard cock was scraping his prostate with each
thrust, causing him to see stars, reducing him to non-syllables, moaning,
chanting, and calling out Horatio's name.
Horatio took Speed's hand, wrapping it around Speed's hard leaking
cock. "I want to see you jack
yourself off." Horatio demanded thrusting deep into Speed.

Speed groaned his own hand matching Horatio's thrusts. It
didn't take long, a few hard pulls and with the pounding his prostate was
getting, he came hard screaming out Horatio's name. Horatio followed soon after, thrusting hard and deep into Speed,
shooting his seed into him, his name a harsh groan on Horatio's lips.

Horatio was very thankful for the table; it was the only
thing that was holding him up. Speed's
legs dropped from around his waist, limp and heavy. Speed lay on the table panting, trying to wrap his mind around
what just happened. Horatio slowly
eased himself off of Speed, slipping out of his new lover. Speed winced slightly.

"Are you okay?" Horatio asked concerned as he put
himself back together, though the shirt was a lost.

"Sore." Speed answered with a smile, "But in
a good way."

Horatio handed Speed his pants then helped Speed sit up. He
leaned forward and gave Speed a sweet loving kiss, "I don't want this to
be a one time thing."

"What is this?" Speed asked. "I mean what
happened here?"

"I've wanted you for so long," Horatio, stated his
hand running through Speed's hair. "And I just saw you standing there, and
just�"

"Jumped me." Speed smiled his own hand caressing
Horatio's cheek.

"Basically." Horatio laughed. "I love
you."

Speed gave him a bright smile, "I love you too."

Horatio looked around the kitchen, "Dinner?"

Speed eased off the table, "How about breakfast?"

"I like the sound of that." Horatio kissed him
deeply.

Speed looked down at himself, "Well this apron is going
into the wash. I can't believe I still have it on."

"I was impatient," Horatio grinned. "Besides it gave me some
good advice."

Speed pulled off the apron leaving him in his shirt, and his
shirt only, "What?" He looked at Horatio. Horatio pointed at the apron.
On the front it said 'kiss the cook'.
Speed laughed, he tossed it onto the counter and led Horatio towards his
bedroom. Maybe they would have better
luck making breakfast.
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