Sean let Nate pull him into the kitchen with a curious look. He thought Nate would take him to the bedroom. He'd even settle for the living room or the dining table, but the kitchen? Nate stopped to wrap an arm around Sean's waist. Sean leaned into Nate as he guided him around to push him back against the large cold stainless steel fridge. There they shared another kiss that Nate pressed his whole body against his for. Holding Nate's sides to keep him close, Sean broke the kiss to whisper over his lips. "Why don't we take this someplace else?" Nate nibbled Sean's lower lip, before teasingly prodding back. "I thought you liked the thrill of sex in new places. Besides... I have a recipe that I want to try." Sean tilted his head back against the fridge, questioning him a little put off. "You want to cook something, right now?" An evil smile spread across Nate's face as he told him. "Yes. I'm in the mood for something foreign cuisine." 

Sean snorted, muttering out under his breath. "Ok..." Nate leaned in toward his ear, whispering so suggestively into it. "I've got a craving for irish sausage." Sean's eyes widened slightly as he turned his head to press his cheek against Nate's neck. Nate playfully bit Sean's earlobe with a throaty growl. Sean loved the sensation and the sound. They made him weak in the knees. His eyes glazed over, while his instincts told him to bite Nate back. Grazing his teeth across Nate's neck in response. Nate jerked back with a grin, playfully teasing out. "Still too raw though. I'll have to fix that." Sean raised an eyebrow, watching Nate lean into him as he rustled through a drawer by the fridge. With Nate distracted and so very close, Sean pulled Nate's shirt collar away from his shoulder to reveal his soft pale skin. Nate tilted his head just enough to reveal his throat more.

Sean couldn't resist, he had to bite him. Lightly pressing his teeth into the nape of Nate's neck, Sean sucked on his neck, until Nate giggled and tried to pull away. Sean released him, letting Nate straighten up. Nate set a wooden spoon on the counter, then moved his hands to Sean's waist. Sean ran his hands up Nate's arms from his wrists to his shoulders, his fingers seeking out the warmth of his skin, while asking him huskily. "What are you doing, Nate?" Nate grinned, admitting sheepishly. "Call it foreplay. First I've got to remove the inedible pieces." Nate tugged the hem of Sean's shirt up, pulling it free and tossing it away. Sean bit his lip, blushing a little as Nate kissed his chest hungrily. Raising his hands, he gripped the top of the fridge firmly. Nate ran his hands all over his torso, kneading his flesh and kissing down along his smooth skin to his nipple. Sean moaned as Nate's lips found his nipple, running his warm tongue over it until it perked up.

Nate's fingers stroked his light chest hair, before moving to the give his other nipple the same attention. Sean took a deep breath, knowing full well that his sweatpants were failing to hide his growing hard on. Nate's hands moved to the sides of his ribcage, holding him still as he began to kiss a trail of light kisses down to his stomach. Sean dug his fingers into the metal of the fridge. Nate's hands were sliding down his sides to his hips, his fingers curling around the hem of his sweatpants. Sean lowered his hands to rest them on Nate's shoulders, hoping to encourage him on. Nate's fingers slid around the hem of his pants to the rope tie in the front. The sensation gave Sean goosebumps down his arms. He knew what Nate would find if he pulled the hem away. One of Nate's hands moved from the hem to stroke his dark happy trail for a bit. Sean squeezed Nate's shoulders. He was teasing. Dragging it out. Nate pulled his pants down only enough to expose his hips.

Sean observed him through heavy lidded eyes as Nate's hands moved over his exposed hips to grab his slightly exposed ass. Sean winced, biting his lip anxiously. Nate kissed his stomach one last time, then stood up, telling him warmly. "Turn around for me." Sean didn't bother fighting it, he just obeyed. Nate took his arm, pulling him away from the fridge. When Sean was standing before the counter, Nate grabbed the back of his neck and bent him over the black stone counter. Sean leaned down on his arms, playfully shooting over his shoulder. "Now what?" Nate leaned over his back to kiss a spot along his spine, answering sweetly. "I need to tenderize your ass." Sean rolled his eyes, mumbling out. "I don't have an arse... I'm too skinny." Sean saw Nate's hand grab the wooden spoon off the counter out of the corner of his eye. Over his shoulder, Nate purred out to him lovingly. "I assure you that you do."

Sean shifted his weight off one of his legs, staring straight at the white wall. He felt Nate pull his pants down a little more, tracing something over each of his pale cheeks with the wooden spoon. This brought back memories that he hadn't thought about in years. Childhood memories. Flashing a grin over his shoulder, he told Nate with a chuckle. "This takes me back... Did I ever tell you that my ma whipped me with a wooden spoon?" Nate genuinely looked surprised as he replied with a small laugh. "No. Did she really?" Sean nodded, honestly telling him. "Ya, she did. She never wore a belt. She used it on me a lot. I always got caught trying to eat cookies before dinner." Nate leaned over him again to kiss the back of his bare shoulder, then whispered wickedly over his skin. "No wonder you've got such a firm ass." Sean chuckled, rolling his eyes again as he drummed the counter with his nails. Nate pressed the rounded end of the spoon to his ass and Sean shot over his shoulder with a warm chuckle. "Just thought you should know that this isn't my first time."

The wooden spoon left his ass and Sean clenched his jaw. He was ready for it. Nate struck him with it, causing Sean to jerk forward. It didn't hurt nearly as bad as he remembered. It actually made him blush. Lowering his forehead down to rest his head on his arms, he moaned softly. Nate rubbed his hand over the spot where he had hit him, asking curiously. "Did you steal those cookies for yourself... Or were you tricked?" Sean chuckled, answering clearly. "Of course, I was tricked into stealing them for my siblings... The first time. Some days I got away with it. Other times, I didn't. Being the baby brother has that effect." Nate pressed the spoon back to his ass, purring over his shoulder. "So, what you are saying is that... you didn't learn your lesson?" Sean flashed Nate a smug smile over his shoulder, stating proudly. "Nope. I'm too stubborn." Nate struck him with the spoon again and Sean barely flinched. The biggest reaction he had was closing his eyes and biting his lip.

Nate pushed Sean's pants farther down his long pale legs, giving his thigh a confident pat, while telling him. "We'll see how stubborn you are after I get done with you." Sean stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. Nate clawed his fingers down his spine, making Sean shiver. The fridge opened, but Sean put his head back down against his arms. He didn't want to see what Nate was planning. He wanted to be surprised. Staring between his legs, he watched Nate move behind him. Sean felt something drizzle down his spine and gasped from the cold of it. Nate struck his ass with the spoon again, causing him arch up enough for Nate to lick whatever it was off his back. Sean moaned, loving how Nate's hands held his sides. When he finished, Nate huskily told him sweetly. "Sean... Lift your head for me?" Sean lifted his head to see Nate holding the wooden spoon out to him. The spoon was covered in whip cream. Grinning, he opened his mouth and let Nate feed him.

The second Nate pulled the spoon free, he quickly leaned in to kiss him. The moment their tongues touched, he knew what Nate had been licking off his back. Chocolate syrup. Nate broke the kiss with a smile, trailing the wooden spoon down his spine. Sean licked the smeared chocolate off his lips, bracing himself for more. Nate stepped behind him, grabbing his thighs before biting his ass. Sean clawed his nails across the counter with a soft moan. Nate pulled away to swat his ass with his hand. Sean didn't get a chance to think, before Nate took his arm to sit him up. Sean straightened up to his full height, letting Nate push him back away from the counter. When his ass hit the kitchen island counter, Nate moved in front of him. Sean chuckled loudly as Nate wedged in between his legs to lift him up off the floor. Sitting him on the island, Nate held him close for a bit to share a long wanting kiss.

Sean's blood was on fire. He wanted Nate to strip down. He needed to feel his skin against his. Nate let him remove his shirt, but stopped his hands as they raced for his jeans. Stepping back a bit, Nate shook his head, breathlessly informing him. "Slow down, baby. We'll get there." Nate gestured for Sean to lay back. Reluctantly, Sean laid back across the long counter. Nate guided his feet to rest on the corners, then started rubbing his inner thighs. Sean arched back against the counter with burning cheeks. There was no way that Nate couldn't see his aching desire. He was rock hard and struggling with a greedy need. One of Nate's hands traveled down his inner thigh to curl his fingers around his cock. Sean's arms shot up to grab the sides of the island over his head with a loud pleasurable groan. Nate kissed his flexing inner thigh, humming softly as his lips traced the vein it found.

Sean gasped for air, his hips trying to coax Nate's hand into moving. Nate wasn't having it. Nate wrapped his free hand around his leg to hold his hips down. Sean tilted his head back, letting out a frustrated growl. Nate chuckled over his hip, calmly purring out to him. "You're working yourself up, Sean. Calm down. The payoff will be worth the wait. We've got time." Sean took deeper breaths. Why was he rushing into this? The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had always had rush through sex. His Ex's always had to work him in around strict schedules. They had no time for foreplay. Relaxing his body, he mumbled out breathlessly. "Sorry... Old habit." Nate kissed his thigh again, replying sweetly. "It's ok. I'll take of you." Sean laid his arms over his head, staring up at the ceiling. He focused on his breathing to pace himself, but his mind was finding it difficult. He just wasn't used to getting so much uninterrupted attention. To Be Continued...