Well Done!
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wl_fanfictionTitle Well Done
Pairing Greg/Jeff
Rating R, sure on this one.
Summary Jeff cooks up a storm for Greg
Disclaimer None of this is mine, nor is it for profit...if only!
My Notes This is my first time writing or posting anything R rated. Be gentle with me, i'm a smut virgin.
Well Done
Greg walks into the kitchen and hops onto the counter. Sitting on the worktop he swings his legs and sticks his tongue out at Jeff.
‘Nearly ready?’
‘The baked potatoes are done, and now, it’s steak time!’ The younger man replies with a smile. ‘How do you like it?’ Springing down Greg crosses the floor in a flash and suddenly he’s behind Jeff looking over his shoulder. He slides his hands inside Jeff’s white apron and nibbles gently on his neck.
‘Rare and juicy.’ he whispers.
Jeff throws his head back in pleasure; exposing his long, pale neck. Kissing his Adam’s apple hungrily Greg runs his hands down Jeff’s thighs and back up to his belt. He hooks his thumbs into the belt and chuckles ‘Howdy Pardner!’ in his lover’s ear. One hand snakes up under Jeff’s tight t-shirt and crosses the firm body beneath. Greg’s fingers dance over trim abs, up towards his pecs and linger on one succulent nipple. Teasing it into firm excitement Greg laughs as Jeff’s breathing quickens and he sighs, gasps and tries to turn to face the older man. However, Greg’s feet are firmly planted and he motions to Jeff to stay facing the stove.
Jeff’s hands are behind his head tugging and grasping at Greg’s thick hair, while Greg’s hands return to the other’s belt. A single practised movement slips the buckle open and a swift flick of one braceleted wrist pops open Jeff’s button flies. His hips buck as a warm forearm brushes his taught stomach muscles, Greg’s hand reaches to move aside the cotton jockey shorts that Jeff always wears, but instead he finds only a handful of Jeff.
Both men laugh together as Greg teases his fingers through Jeff’s pubic hair.
‘Nice surprise.’ he grunts.
‘Thought you’d like that.’ Jeff replies with a grin that could melt butter. With one hand in Jeff’s wavy hair, Greg holds Jeff in the other. Content to enjoy his warmth and the sensation as he grows aroused in his grip Greg closes his eyes for a few seconds.
Opening his eyes Greg realises he’s hard too and is moaning in time with Jeff as he grinds his hips against the man in froTnt. Letting him go Greg drops his own trousers to his ankles and pulls his boxers down. Pushing against Jeff’s naked ass he lets out a groan. He reaches down and retrieves a condom from his trousers and tears the packet open with his teeth while one hand is drawn to squeeze Jeff’s tight pale buttocks.
‘Let me get this apron off.’ Greg’s fingers on his lips silence Jeff, so he gives them a gentle lick and a brief kiss.
Rolling the condom onto his erection Greg buries his head in the other man’s hair and murmurs ‘Spread ‘em Davis!’
Jeff complies and breathing deeply he relaxes as Greg nudges his buttocks with the head of his cock.
But Greg steps away, reaching for something from a cupboard and momentarily Jeff feels stupid; half naked in an apron with his dick in his hands. This passes as Greg’s warmth returns behind him and he begins to push against the younger man. He’s cold but slick as he slips between Jeff’s buttocks.
‘Lube in the kitchen Proops?’
‘You’d rather without?’
‘No, I guess…’ his sentence falters as his body tenses and spasms lightly as Greg slides in his full length. Greg’s on tiptoe and begins to rock his hips back and forward. Jeff braces himself against the counter with one hand while cradling his twitching erection in the other. Greg’s hands tickle his slim hips and he tries to squirm away.
‘Nuhuh Jeff, no escape!’ Greg pants as he begins to thrust harder. Jeff steadies himself with both hands and a moan rushes out as Greg’s now cold hand, damp from lube grips his erection. Moving in the opposite direction to his own thrusts the older man begins to slide his fist up and down Jeff’s cock.
Greg’s breath is hot on the back of his neck and Jeff gasps with each thrust of their joined hips. The air catching in his throat he coughs out, ‘Greg! Hard…Harder!’ His hips swing frantically, trying to move simultaneously toward both Greg and his hand.
‘Easy there. Not as young as I used to be.’ each word punctuated by a thrust as Greg strives to please his younger lover.
Both men fall silent but for heavy breathing as they approach climax and Greg’s skilful fingers bring Jeff to a screaming finish just as he too comes in hot throbbing pulses. Gasping, both men lean together and Greg rests his head on the other’s back panting. Pulling away he slips the condom off as Jeff turns to face him. Greeting him with a hot tongue filled kiss he purrs deep in his throat. He grips Jeff in a tight hug and glances over his shoulder at the stove.
‘Um, Jeff?’
‘Shit!’ Jeff shouts, wheeling round and struggling with his trousers. ‘Will well done do?’ he asks reaching for the pan.
‘Well done? Hmm, well done yourself!’ Greg winks as Jeff groans at him.
Pairing Greg/Jeff
Rating R, sure on this one.
Summary Jeff cooks up a storm for Greg
Disclaimer None of this is mine, nor is it for profit...if only!
My Notes This is my first time writing or posting anything R rated. Be gentle with me, i'm a smut virgin.
Well Done
Greg walks into the kitchen and hops onto the counter. Sitting on the worktop he swings his legs and sticks his tongue out at Jeff.
‘Nearly ready?’
‘The baked potatoes are done, and now, it’s steak time!’ The younger man replies with a smile. ‘How do you like it?’ Springing down Greg crosses the floor in a flash and suddenly he’s behind Jeff looking over his shoulder. He slides his hands inside Jeff’s white apron and nibbles gently on his neck.
‘Rare and juicy.’ he whispers.
Jeff throws his head back in pleasure; exposing his long, pale neck. Kissing his Adam’s apple hungrily Greg runs his hands down Jeff’s thighs and back up to his belt. He hooks his thumbs into the belt and chuckles ‘Howdy Pardner!’ in his lover’s ear. One hand snakes up under Jeff’s tight t-shirt and crosses the firm body beneath. Greg’s fingers dance over trim abs, up towards his pecs and linger on one succulent nipple. Teasing it into firm excitement Greg laughs as Jeff’s breathing quickens and he sighs, gasps and tries to turn to face the older man. However, Greg’s feet are firmly planted and he motions to Jeff to stay facing the stove.
Jeff’s hands are behind his head tugging and grasping at Greg’s thick hair, while Greg’s hands return to the other’s belt. A single practised movement slips the buckle open and a swift flick of one braceleted wrist pops open Jeff’s button flies. His hips buck as a warm forearm brushes his taught stomach muscles, Greg’s hand reaches to move aside the cotton jockey shorts that Jeff always wears, but instead he finds only a handful of Jeff.
Both men laugh together as Greg teases his fingers through Jeff’s pubic hair.
‘Nice surprise.’ he grunts.
‘Thought you’d like that.’ Jeff replies with a grin that could melt butter. With one hand in Jeff’s wavy hair, Greg holds Jeff in the other. Content to enjoy his warmth and the sensation as he grows aroused in his grip Greg closes his eyes for a few seconds.
Opening his eyes Greg realises he’s hard too and is moaning in time with Jeff as he grinds his hips against the man in froTnt. Letting him go Greg drops his own trousers to his ankles and pulls his boxers down. Pushing against Jeff’s naked ass he lets out a groan. He reaches down and retrieves a condom from his trousers and tears the packet open with his teeth while one hand is drawn to squeeze Jeff’s tight pale buttocks.
‘Let me get this apron off.’ Greg’s fingers on his lips silence Jeff, so he gives them a gentle lick and a brief kiss.
Rolling the condom onto his erection Greg buries his head in the other man’s hair and murmurs ‘Spread ‘em Davis!’
Jeff complies and breathing deeply he relaxes as Greg nudges his buttocks with the head of his cock.
But Greg steps away, reaching for something from a cupboard and momentarily Jeff feels stupid; half naked in an apron with his dick in his hands. This passes as Greg’s warmth returns behind him and he begins to push against the younger man. He’s cold but slick as he slips between Jeff’s buttocks.
‘Lube in the kitchen Proops?’
‘You’d rather without?’
‘No, I guess…’ his sentence falters as his body tenses and spasms lightly as Greg slides in his full length. Greg’s on tiptoe and begins to rock his hips back and forward. Jeff braces himself against the counter with one hand while cradling his twitching erection in the other. Greg’s hands tickle his slim hips and he tries to squirm away.
‘Nuhuh Jeff, no escape!’ Greg pants as he begins to thrust harder. Jeff steadies himself with both hands and a moan rushes out as Greg’s now cold hand, damp from lube grips his erection. Moving in the opposite direction to his own thrusts the older man begins to slide his fist up and down Jeff’s cock.
Greg’s breath is hot on the back of his neck and Jeff gasps with each thrust of their joined hips. The air catching in his throat he coughs out, ‘Greg! Hard…Harder!’ His hips swing frantically, trying to move simultaneously toward both Greg and his hand.
‘Easy there. Not as young as I used to be.’ each word punctuated by a thrust as Greg strives to please his younger lover.
Both men fall silent but for heavy breathing as they approach climax and Greg’s skilful fingers bring Jeff to a screaming finish just as he too comes in hot throbbing pulses. Gasping, both men lean together and Greg rests his head on the other’s back panting. Pulling away he slips the condom off as Jeff turns to face him. Greeting him with a hot tongue filled kiss he purrs deep in his throat. He grips Jeff in a tight hug and glances over his shoulder at the stove.
‘Um, Jeff?’
‘Shit!’ Jeff shouts, wheeling round and struggling with his trousers. ‘Will well done do?’ he asks reaching for the pan.
‘Well done? Hmm, well done yourself!’ Greg winks as Jeff groans at him.
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Date: 2007-12-09 09:52 pm (UTC)‘Well done? Hmm, well done yourself!’ Greg winks as Jeff groans at him.
love that line
Love that fic :D
Fabulous my darlin :D
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Date: 2007-12-09 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-09 09:56 pm (UTC)but its fun :P and no one can stop me, ni ni ni ni ni
mwahahahaha
oooo i need some sleep :P
gonna post first
FINALY
then bedfordshire one feels :D
kisses
xxx
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Date: 2007-12-09 09:58 pm (UTC)i think i needs more drinkies before bed.
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Date: 2007-12-09 10:36 pm (UTC)me too ;)
Glad you enjoyed it Capn!
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Date: 2007-12-10 04:39 am (UTC)The whole time my brain was jumping back and forth between good sex and steak. I am such a man sometimes. Sex and food, that's me *laughs*
I loved your smut! Sooo glad you decided to give in to the smutty bunnies! Thankies mui mucho darlin!
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Date: 2007-12-10 01:54 pm (UTC)