Simmer

by scribblemoose

Gojyo went to sit on the edge of the table, remembered at the last minute that Hakkai didn't approve of sitting on tables when there was a perfectly good chair available and settled for leaning his back against it instead.

He peered over at the stove, where Hakkai had been cooking for hours.

"It'll be ready soon, Gojyo."

"Sure, whatever."

"I know you're hungry."

"Hey, I have self control. Don't confuse me with the damn monkey."

Hakkai glanced over his shoulder, lifting a brow.

"What?" Gojyo shuffled a bit. "When it matters. When it matters, I have self control."

Hakkai turned his attention back to his bubbling pots, but Gojyo knew damn well he was smiling.

Gojyo gave a disgruntled little snort. He lit a cigarette, hoping to quell the hunger pangs a bit. He would have stomped off, but for some reason his eyes had settled on Hakkai's backside and he couldn't quite tear himself away.

"Cooking is an art," Hakkai was saying. "It's not just a matter of throwing ingredients together and heating to the required temperature. Flavours are sensitive, and everything reacts with each other. Herbs and spices in the smallest amounts can make a very big difference."

"'Suppose," said Gojyo.

"You should be more discerning about what you put in your mouth, Gojyo."

Gojyo just stared, his mind suddenly overwhelmed with an urge to drop to his knees, spin Hakkai around and fill his mouth with....

"Gojyo?"

He blinked at Hakkai, who appeared to be waving a spoon under his nose.

"Taste it," said Hakkai, pleasantly.

Gojyo obediently stuck out his tongue and licked. It was heaven. Rich and meaty, a little salty but with an almost sweet aftertaste that stayed in his mouth and made him want more.

"Good," said Gojyo. "Really good."

Hakkai nodded, turning back to the stove. "You see? It just needed that final tweak, an extra ten minutes with the cumin...."

Gojyo followed Hakkai as if drawn to him, pressing his body softly into the warmth of Hakkai's back and licking a long line up his neck. "After dinner," Gojyo said, his voice husky, "I'm going to strip you naked and suck your cock, and I'm not going to let you come for hours."

Hakkai shuddered with pleasure. "I-"

"Because fucking is an art," said Gojyo. "Fucking is a fucking art too."

He was hard, his skin tingled and suddenly Gojyo wasn't hungry any more. Not for food.

Hakkai leaned back, tilting his head, tautening the skin under Gojyo's lips.

"Now," said Gojyo.

He felt Hakkai's smile under his kiss, felt the twist of Hakkai's arm as he turned off the stove.

"It'll be even better in an hour," Hakkai said.

"Too right," said Gojyo.

And wondered if Hakkai would let him do him on the table.

~owari~