Josh smiled as he heard the front door of the apartment slam. “I’m in the kitchen!” he called out. His hands continued to whisk back and forth over the carrot, the metal peeler stripping away the surface with quick, efficient strokes. He heard footsteps padding through the apartment, heavy steps on soft carpet, before his lover appeared in the doorway, still dressed in a full business suit.
“Honey, I’m home,” Dan said jokingly. Josh turned his head to the side to receive a quick kiss as Dan approached him, savoring the soft, sweet contact before bringing his attention back to the vegetables. Dan halted behind him, pressing himself flush against Josh’s back, mouth moving softly against his lover’s neck, just below where his sandy-blond hair ended. “What’re you making?” he murmured.
“Salad to go with the lasagna that’s keeping warm in the oven. I put lots of garlic in the sauce, like you like.” Josh finished with the carrot and began to peel one end of a cucumber.
“Ugh.” Josh could not see but could feel the face that Dan was making against his neck. His short black mustache tickled the sensitive skin. “Cucumber? You know I hate cucumber.”
“You hate all vegetables,” Josh pointed out. “It’s good for you. You need to eat salad every once in a while. You can’t just live on garlic and red meat.”
“Garlic’s good for you,” Dan groused. He placed his hands on Josh’s wrists and stilled the motion of the peeler. “Put that down for now,” he murmured throatily. “I’ve got something better you can do.” He pressed his hips forward so that his lover could feel what he meant.
Josh’s body tensed slightly, startled. “Where did that come from?” he asked, surprised. “Were you having naughty thoughts on the train?”
“Maybe a little.” Dan’s warm breath made goosebumps rise on Josh’s skin, as the mouth moved up his neck and a tongue darted out to gently lick at the back of Josh’s ear. “That and seeing you in that apron reminds me of what we did on our last anniversary.”
Josh has a sudden flash memory of himself, clad in nothing but this self-same apron, bent over the counter with his lover deep inside him. Chocolate sauce had also entered the picture at some point, if he remembered correctly.
“Nnn,” he moaned, feeling the effects of the memory on his body and, behind him, on Dan. “I have to finish this,” he muttered half-heartedly.
“You’re not convincing me,” said Dan, fingers traveling upward over Josh’s body, trailing up the smooth lines of his neck, around the edge of his jaw, hand cupping the side of his lover’s face before two of the fingertips slid into the warm cavern of the mouth, feeling the soft, velvety insides of the cheeks and the wet, mobile tongue.
Josh groaned as Dan’s fingers slid into his mouth. He lathed them with his tongue, worshipping them, acutely conscious of how Dan could make him submit even with such a very small gesture. He felt Dan’s other hand run down his front, under his apron, to his pants, unsnapping the button on his jeans and pushing them down, letting them fall to the ground while he began to massage Josh’s cock through the fabric of his boxers, using the heel of his palm.
Josh groaned again and pushed backward, rubbing himself against the erection he could still feel sharply through Dan’s clothing. “Fuck,” he murmured, the word slightly distorted by the fingers still in his mouth.
The digits were withdrawn then, as Dan removed his hand from Josh’s mouth and shoved it unceremoniously down the back of Josh’s boxers. Josh hissed, removed from contact with Dan’s erection as the hand slid between them, fingers placed testingly against his entrance.
Josh pushed back encouragingly, and was rewarded with two of Dan’s fingers slipping inside him, pushing back and forth in quick, sharp jabs, while in front the hand continued to fondle Josh’s now erect penis through the cloth of his underwear.
“Ah!” Josh cried as the fingers brushed against the electric spot inside him. He ground himself backward against those fingers, harder, desperate.
But Dan pulled them away with a smirk, leaving Josh bereft. “Ah-ah,” he said teasingly, both hands rising to Josh’s shoulders to turn him around as Dan himself stepped back. “On your knees,” he ordered.
Unable to help himself, Josh slid to his knees, the tile surface of the kitchen floor cold against his bare skin. He could feel his hair standing on end. Trapped between the kitchen counter and his lover, he found himself face-to-face with the cloth-covered bulge he had felt earlier. Eagerly, Josh reached out and undid the button of Dan’s business slacks, dragged down the zipper and reached into his boxers, pulling out his sizeable member. With a feeling something like relief, he took his lover’s penis into his mouth, tasting it.
Dan fisted his hands un-gently in Josh’s hair, knowing how much his lover liked the slight sting of pain. His attention focused on his pleasure, Dan’s eyes swept restlessly across the kitchen counter, across the remains of the abandoned salad still strewn about.
His gaze came to rest on the cucumber, almost entirely peeled but for a few dark green inches on one end. It was a large vegetable, perhaps nine or ten inches in length, and as wide around as his wrist. A singularly wicked idea entered Dan’s mind.
He drew back, leaving Josh bereft once more, hearing the whimper of protest. “Hands and knees,” he ordered this time, his voice somewhat hoarse. He waited for Josh to wriggle out from behind Dan’s legs and align himself parallel to the counter before he sank to his own knees and brought Josh’s mouth back to his penis.
As Josh got back to work, Dan reached behind him and plunged his two still-damp fingers back into Josh’s anus. He felt Josh grunt around his penis as he began once more to finger his lover.
He waited until he was quite certain Josh was distracted by his task before reaching his free hand up to the counter and grabbing blindly for the cucumber. He felt the slick surface come to hand and grinned as he brought it down. Josh’s eyes were closed, his full attention absorbed in the blowjob, so Dan knew his lover did not see what was coming. Dan grasped the cucumber firmly by the unpeeled end and placed it just behind Josh’s ass.
In one swift movement he withdrew his fingers and used the now free hand to guide the cucumber into Josh. He did it as quickly as he could manage, shoving the entire peeled length of the vegetable inside Josh’s anus in one motion. His lover’s eyes flew open and he cried out loudly around the penis still in his mouth.
Using one hand to plunge the cucumber in and out of Josh’s rump, Dan brought the other hand back to Josh’s hair and yanked him forward, reminding him to concentrate on what he was doing. He felt Josh gasp and groan and take his lover’s member deep into his throat.
Fumbling now, Dan’s hand restlessly left Josh’s hair, sliding over his lover’s body and around to his naked member, stroking it in time with the rough thrusts of the vegetable, milking him encouragingly.
Several minutes later, cucumber still sliding in and out of him, Josh came into Dan’s hand, spilling his semen over his lover’s knuckles and the tile of the kitchen floor. Dan released his hands from both Josh’s penis and the cucumber and, leaving the vegetable still embedded in his lover, placed one hand on each side of Josh’s face and held his head still while he made a few last powerful thrusts with his hips, ramming his penis down Josh’s throat. He came in a sharp burst, pouring his cum down Josh’s throat like a fine nectar, Josh swallowing it eagerly as Dan began to pull out, the last few pulses landing on Josh’s tongue, forcing him to taste the bitterness.
“Fu~ck,” Josh groaned as he pulled away at last, reaching below himself and yanking the cucumber from his anus. He looked at it mournfully. “You just really didn’t want to eat it, did you?” Dan chuckled and leaned down to kiss him, tasting his own cum second-hand from Josh’s lips. “You should make salad more often,” he said with a smirk.